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Chapter 8

His eyes started at the legs and moved up over her tight little ass, her smooth hips, flat stomach, past her perfectly sized breasts, along her long elegant neck, her hair caressing her face.

"Mims?" Tony slurred.

"You were expecting someone else?"

"Well, yeah, actually I was expecting…" Her index finger was placed over lips to stop him from talking.

"Well it looks like it's just you and me then doesn't it."

"Well I guess it does."

"Where are your manners tall dark and hansom? Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Yeah, I just don't know how good of an idea that really is."

"Oh, come on sweetness, what could possibly be wrong with two old friends catching up?" she barged passed Tony, bowling him over due to his drunken state. She caught him as he fell. "Come on Stud Muffin, let's get you in a less vertical position." Miriam took his weight and guided him towards the couch, taking his tie off and dropping it on the floor as she went.

"I thought she loved me." Tony said as he fell into the soft cushions of the sofa, half of him lying on the couch, his legs dangled off the side. She pulled of his shoes and socks throwing them across the floor.

"I am just so sorry Tony, you know you deserve better, I nice girl who is going to come home to you every night."

"but she's Ziva, and she's all I need." His voice fizzled out as he passed out.


Ziva had wanted to forgive Tony, she had thought about it all day, the only problem was that she couldn't forget. The thought of his lips connecting with Miriam's made her sick to the stomach, but she couldn't help but wonder if she'd been hasty. Gibbs' words ran through her head 'She kissed him David.' She hoped and prayed that was true, and that he hadn't wanted it or enjoyed it. She'd sat in her car long enough. She took a deep breath and opened her car door. She looked to the windows of her apartment. Through the sheer curtains she could see a silhouette, and lights turn on and off. A smile crept onto her face as she assumed he'd stayed awake for her. To see her, to talk to her, to take her into his arms where she'd know everything would be alright. She started the walk towards the building.


Miriam had taken no time to make herself feel at home. With Tony still passed out on the couch, she roamed the apartment. Picking up photos of Tony and Ziva, another of three young children, one of them had to be Ziva, she could see it in her eyes, but the background was nowhere that Miriam recognise. She'd poured herself a glass of wine and as she moved through the apartment she slipped off her scarf, jacket and sweater discarding them on the floor as she walked back towards the couch. She looked at Tony, a sly smile crept onto her face. She started to unbutton her blouse and slid her panties off. She stood above him in only her bra, black pencil skirt and stilettos. She hitched up her skirt a little and started to straddle him on the couch. She started to undo the buttons on his shirt, one by one she exposed more of his masculine chest. She started to plant kisses from his lower torso up to his neck, her body started to rock back and forth on top of his. He could feel hip grinding against his, hand running up his chest. "Ziva?" he moaned as he began to regain consciousness.

"No Tony. She's chosen not to be here, I I have." She kissed him passionately, intensely. Suddenly from the other side of the room they heard something, a strange noise. Both of them craned their necks. Ziva was doubled over, throwing up. She straighten up and jsut looked at them, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Ziva," Tony cried out, desperation in his voice, he looked at the woman on top of him, and was horrified when he realised who it was, he threw her off him and raced over to Ziva. Ziva hastily turned to leave, she was so close to the threshold when his hand grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. "Ziva. Please. I…"

"I do not care. Do not follow me Tony."

"But Ziva I…" Ziva pulled her arm from his grip.

"I mean it Tony. Leave… me… alone," she said sternly before she turned and walked away from him. He had no idea how he was going to fix this. He had hurt her, her eyes had told him everything he needed to know. The most important of all was that he leave her for as long as she needed. He watched as the doors to the lift opened. Ziva looked back at him. A single tear ran down her cheek before she looked down the floor and then stepped into the elevator. Tony fell against a wall. Had he lost her for good this time? It wasn't even his fault. It was hers, Miriam's. What the hell was she doing on top of him anyway? He stood up and took heavy strides towards the Southern Bell.

"What are you doing here Miriam?"

"I came to help you through this awful, awful time."

"I don't need YOUR help Miriam. I don't need you full stop. What I do need is the woman who has just walked out that door, and you're the one to blame here. I'm married! Do you understand that. Married. How the hell can you think it's alright to destroy that?"


"Get the hell out of my house, and my life, if I EVER see you again I'll… well I don't know what I'd do, but I know what Ziva would, and I wouldn't stop her."

"But Tony… We…"

"There is no WE. When will you get there through your thick skull? Now, get the hell out of my life."

"But what about the case, you have to see me at work," she reminded Tony smugly.

"call in sick, assign another officer, I don't really care what you do, so long as you don't come near me or Ziva ever again! You better hope I can fix your mess, otherwise I'm holding you PERSONALLY responsible. Now get the hell out, before I do something I'd seriously regret." His eyes burnt into hers, she knew this wasn't an idol threat, he was serious, he meant every word he said. She scurried to pick up all her clothing and holding them in her arms she raced out of the apartment fearing for her safety if she stayed there any longer.

Tony slammed the door behind her. He walked over to couch. He slumped down into it, he elbows on his knees as he buried his head in his hands. He tried to imagine what Ziva what thinking and feeling. It was an impossible task. Their clothes strewn across the floor, under the coffee table he could see Miriam's Black lacy panties. Had Ziva seen those? That must have killed her. Would she ever be able to forgive him. He hadn't even done anything, but he felt guilty and didn't think it would help if he didn't take at least part of the blame. He'd have to wait, till she was ready. He'd wait as long as it would take. He'd never give up, not on her. He only hoped that Ziva felt the same.


Sorry guys was getting bored with always having a happy ending. I will attempt one last story from this thread. before I call it quits.... we'll see but don't think I want to take it to much further. I will however tell you what happens next. Not sure what the story will be called so just stay turned to my profile page. I'll post it in the next couple of days.

Thanks to all my devoted readers, without who I would have given up by now.