A/N: This is what happens when I don't want to deal with real life. Any mistakes are due to lack of caffeine. The song is If You Can't Sleep by She & Him.

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Ziva David had not been sleeping well lately. She had been having nightmares, returning to Saleem's camp every night for another round of pain and suffering. She tried overworking herself, hoping utter exhaustion would mean a dreamless sleep. No matter how many hours she worked or how far she ran each day, the physical and mental fatigue did nothing to quell the dreams. Her doctor had prescribed sleeping pills, but all they did was make it more difficult for her to wake herself from the dream. She tried sleeping with her lamp and television on, hoping the sound and light would seep into her subconscious, giving her sweet dreams. No such luck. She even listened to a self-help tape she stole from McGee which promised that she would be able to control her dreams. That resulted in her searching for a duplicate tape on the internet to replace the one she broke in half out of frustration. The only time she'd had a peaceful, dreamless sleep was in Paris, when she woke to find herself enveloped in Tony's strong arms. They had pretended it had not happened at the time, but Ziva was beginning to regret that decision. She desperately longed for the safety of his arms to lull her into a nightmare-free slumber. She ordinarily would never have been knocking on his door on a Friday night, hoping that she could fall asleep in his arms. However, after nine days of getting less than 2 hours of sleep each night, she threw all her pride out the window. She was so exhausted that she was standing there, willing to beg him to hold her.

As Tony answered the door, she took in his sweats and t-shirt, his bleary eyes, and the overly concerned look on his face. "Ziva, what's wrong?" he questioned immediately, his voice husky from sleep. Ziva was slightly irritated that he could tell something was bothering her from one look, but she pushed that aside as he ushered her in.

"I am sorry I woke you. I cannot sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I relive Somalia. Every night, except that night in Paris, when you were there. I know I should not be asking you this, but I am just so tired. I need sleep," Ziva rushed, the exhaustion evident in the cracking of her voice. "Will you hold me just until I fall asleep? I would not ask unless I was desperate…"

"You okay if we go in my bed?" Tony interrupted. "The couch is a little small."

"Um yes, that's fine," Ziva stammered, not believing that she had actually asked her partner to hold her. "Thank you, Tony," she sighed, the relief evident in her voice.

Tony pulled her down the hall into his bedroom. Glancing at her jeans and sweater, he pulled out a pair of sweats and his favorite Buckeyes t-shirt, gently pushing her towards the bathroom to change. When she came out, he had to hold back a moan at how good he thought she looked in his clothes. She climbed into his bed as he switched off the light, crawling under the covers. He pulled her to him, and she rested her head on his chest, laying an arm over his stomach, tangling her legs with his. He wrapped his arms around her, absentmindedly running his fingers up and down her spine.

If you can't sleep, I'll be there in your dreams
I'll be there in your dreams if you can't sleep at all
And in your dreams, I'll touch your cheek
And lay my head on your shoulder

Goodbye, shadows

She reveled in the warmth of him, breathing in his uniquely comforting smell. She could hear his heart beating under her ear and watched her fingers as she traced lazy patterns on his chest. She allowed her senses to take over, relaxing into his arms. "Good night Tony," she murmured into his chest. The up and down motion of his chest combined with his hands running over her back lulled her to sleep. For the first night in a long time, she knew she would be safe from fear and suffering.

You're far away if you can't see my face
If the world is cold but the sun shines the same
Shut your eyes, there are bluer skies
For your embrace to my heart

Goodbye, shadows

Tony held Ziva close as he heard her breaths even out and turn to soft snores. He felt like he was under a spell, cast over him by the fingers that were now splayed across his chest and the scent of her shampoo lingering in her hair. As he continued rubbing her back, he pondered the strange turn of events his night had taken. He had known Ziva had not been sleeping well, but he never expected that it would be her knocking on his door, waking him from a very good dream. He was immediately concerned when he saw her and knew he would do anything she wanted if he could ease some of her pain. He had been having a hard time lately watching her struggle. He blamed himself for everything, because if he had not killed Michael, she would not have stayed in Israel. It killed him to think that he caused her suffering. If it helped her, he would hold her forever. He had meant what he said in Somalia. He couldn't live without her. "Sleep tight, Zi. You're safe now. I'm here," he whispered quietly into her hair as he drifted off to sleep.

If you can't sleep, I'll be there in your dreams
I'll be there in your dreams if you can't sleep at all
And in your dreams, I'll touch your cheek
And lay my head on your shoulder

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