All The Little Things
Chapter 1: One Night
A/N: So this is my first fic in the NCIS Tiva genre. I am huge Tiva fan and have tried writing a few that went nowhere, but then this idea hit me…It's still in progress so bear with me. Enjoy. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Constructive criticism is fine, but please leave the flames in the fireplace where they belong. Thank you. Oh and I don't own NCIS…
It started not so long ago, that feeling of needing him. She hadn't come to America to fall in love and she'd never shown it. Then Jeanne Benoit had come along and what she felt had no longer mattered. Now, even with Jeanne gone, the hole between her and her partner hadn't healed. As she stood outside their missing person's home watching a young immigrants dreams fall apart, she saw her own subconscious situation mirrored back at her. She turned quickly away from her teammates to hide the glistening of unshed tears.
Across the street from where Ziva stood, Tony watched her. He saw her look at him and turn away. Over their time as partners he'd become acutely aware of every mood she went through and now he could sense her trying not to fall apart. As he stood watching her he vaguely heard his boss' footsteps coming up behind him.
"You figured out what's eating her yet, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked bluntly.
"Not definitively, boss. She seems sad though."
"Ya think, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked sarcastically. They lapsed into silence for a moment. At last Gibbs spoke up again. "This case is over and you two are off the clock. Company might be good for her."
Tony looked at him in shock. "What about Rule Number 12, boss?"
"As long as nothing happens, it's just two partners having dinner after shift." Gibbs said. "Good luck."
It wasn't hard to get Ziva alone since Tony had driven them to the scene. In the car she was silent and avoided his eye. After a while she noticed that they were not going to headquarters.
"We are going the wrong way Tony." She commented.
"No we're not Zee-vah." Tony said mysteriously. "We're off the clock. Gibbs said you looked like you needed company. I'm taking you out."
Ziva shifted uneasily. She wanted to go out with him, but not because Gibbs had suggested it. She wanted him to take her out because it was what he wanted. She twisted her arms protectively around herself, and looked out the window.
"Or I could just take you home and tell Gibbs we did something." Tony offered, feeling bad for forcing her.
Ziva seized her only chance. "No, Tony. We can do something."
Tony rounded the corner. "That's good because we've arrived." He parked the car in the parking lot of an apartment complex.
"Where are we Tony?" Ziva asked, confused.
"My place. I'm going to make you and good old fashioned Italian meal. It's more relaxed then some restaurant."
Trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach that arose at the thought of being in his apartment, Ziva said, "I did not know you cooked."
"Well you learn something new every day." Tony commented, unlocking his front door.
A half an hour later Tony had gotten dinner started and poured them each a glass of wine. He brought the wine into the living room where Ziva was sitting on the couch. She swirled the wine listlessly when he handed it to her. Tony took a deep breath. "Ziva, you haven't been yourself lately." He exhaled quickly as if afraid he'd just pulled the pin on a grenade. "I brought you here because I'm worried about you."
Ziva fought her emotions back under control. "Do not worry, Tony. I am fine."
"I don't believe that Ziva. You haven't been you since before Gibbs left."
"Since Jeanne came along." Ziva corrected him quietly, without thinking.
Tony pretended not to hear her slip, but inside he was reeling. Was the infallible Ziva David jealous? A small part of him smiled. Her being jealous meant she cared for him. He'd never dared to hope she might.
Ziva could feel herself unraveling. Her iron self-control was slipping. Her eyes began to tear again. She fought against herself. This was weakness. No man should have this kind of power over her. Her father had drilled that into her from the time she was ten. But just this once she wanted to break down. It would be so much easier to just collapse and let Tony take care of her. It would be foolish to think it would be more than the right here and right now, but after all these years of being stoic didn't she deserve a little self-indulgence. She made her decision instantaneously. She looked up at Tony with watery eyes. "Hold me, Tony." She whispered.
Tony slid towards her and touched her hand. He smiled as she shivered. In one swift movement he wrapped his arms around her and cradled her close to his chest. He couldn't help but relax. Her scent was a toxin slowly driving him mad. He stroked her hair and back mindlessly.
Ziva allowed her head to rest on Tony's shoulder. His surprisingly well-defined muscles seemed perfectly built to cradle her head. The perfection of the moment overwhelmed her and she let the warm tears flood from her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his thin, strong torso and clung to him. Years of pent up emotions flowed freely as her walls temporarily broke down. But part of her was still arguing, fighting against this breakdown. Eventually it won as small victory as she whispered. "I'm sorry, Tony."
Tony smoothed her hair. "Don't be sorry." He said gently. "Everyone burns out sometimes."
"Not me." She protested, shaking her head against his shoulder. "These feelings are weakness."
"What feelings?" He asked.
Ziva took a deep breath. She panicked a little internally. She wasn't sure she wanted to tell him. But here in his arms she just wanted to believe it would never end. This hope overrode her brain as she whispered, "I have fallen in love with you, Tony DiNozzo."
He pushed her back and tilted her head so she was looking up at him. Lightly, with torturous slowness, he brushed his lips against hers. He smiled as she gasped against his mouth.
Ziva ran her fingers down his back to keep from forcing the kiss deeper, but as he continued to tease her lips with his, her frustration mounted. Finally she pushed him against the back of the couch roughly. Throwing herself against him she deepened the kiss harshly.
Tony melted at the feel of her lying atop him, kissing him senseless. He couldn't get enough of her. "You're intoxicating me, Ziva." He murmured between kisses.
"Mmm…" She purred.
The vibration drove Tony further over the edge. He groaned as she started running her foot up and down his jean clad calf. After what felt like an eternity, they parted panting.
"I can't believe it." Tony panted. "I feel like a teenager. I keep expecting my parents to walk in and bust us for making out."
"Or worse…Gibbs," Ziva pointed out. "We have shattered Rule 12 you know."
"The term is broken." Tony corrected, gently. "Besides, he and the Director used to do more than make out."
"Do you want to do more?" Ziva asked, wiggling seductively on top of him.
"If you don't stay still, I'll have no choice." Tony groaned.
Ziva wiggled again.
Growling, Tony pushed her back and lifted her in his arms. She giggled and he kissed her fiercely. "I'm going to have to punish you for that." He said.
Ziva wrapped her legs around his waist as he stood up. She cradled his neck with her hands and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Yes, Tony. I've been a very bad girl." She kissed the shell of his ear. "Punish me." She said seductively. She nipped his ear. With Ziva wrapped around him Tony started walking towards his bedroom. When they were over the threshold he kicked the door shut. He dropped Ziva on the bed and stood over her. "Have you had time to think about you offenses?"
"And are you sorry yet?"
Ziva shook her head.
"You need to apologize." Tony said sternly.
Ziva looked up at him with a clear challenge in her dark eyes. "Make me."
Tony growled and jumped onto the bed next to her. "You asked for it." He said, as he began to tickle her. He laughed as she screamed and tried to wiggle away from him. "Are you sorry, Ziva?" He asked.
"Yes, yes, Tony….I am sorry!" She panted.
Tony let up immediately. Lying on his side, he stroked her hair. "You weren't kidding when you said you were a screamer." He laughed. Ziva tried to hit him but he pinned her under another powerful kiss. That was all it took for it all to spill into passion again.
Late that night they lay close together under the blankets. As they lay in the dark Tony combed his fingers through Ziva's hair and feathered her forehead with kisses.
"I love you, Tony." Ziva whispered, playing her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
Tony hummed. "I love you more, Zee-vah."
"You wish." She responded blissfully. She pressed herself closer to his chest. She kissed his collarbone and snuggled up to him. "Goodnight, Tony."
Tony turned his head to kiss her temple. He wrapped his arms around her. "Goodnight, my sweet cheeks."
Even in Tony's king sized bed they slept all night in each other's arms. They knew that things had changed that night, but not how deeply. In the early morning hours life had begun to change for Anthony DiNozzo and Ziva David.