Clinging this close to him was considered normal now. The two of them liked to be intimate without words, it was perfectly acceptable now. They could completely enjoy the company of each other in silence and things were not awkward.

As she grabbed him tightly, memories of them together flooded her head. She remembered the first event that had led to this, as he traced patterned on her lower back and ran his hands over her.

She recalled being with him in the elevator for hours where they could talk about anything and everything and they would not be judged. They could talk in a relaxed atmosphere as just friends. Well, it was not exactly "just friends"; she dwelled upon what happened when she first realized their position that was borderline red light behavior.


His hand gripped tightly around her waist, their legs intertwined, and something that was clearly not his knee this time, either. Both of them had remained tangled together until they were sure the elevator debris was done falling around them. Tony had brushed her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear to make sure that she was okay, since her eyes had been fluttering open and close. He pulled her in close to his side and she smiled into his warm embrace. The only things that could be heard were faint sirens and their breathing. Tony gently stroked her hair and she hummed pleasantly.

"Tony," Ziva whispered as the elevator lights flickered and she moved her hand in search for his. He grabbed her small hand and interlocked fingers, his thumb gently caressing her hand.

"It's going to be okay, Zee." His voice started break.

"I'm not scared, Tony…" Her voice trailed off, she was surprised by his urge for physical contact.

"I know you aren't. You're a fearless ninja." Tony tried to laugh and smile, but it was not helping matters.

"Oh, Tony." Ziva said quietly and squeezed his hand. "I'm sure everyone is fine. Someone will come and find us. I promise. But for now, we have each other." They shifted positions, while still lying down. Tony lay on his back, Ziva's arm draped across his chest. She felt his chest heave; perhaps he was trying not to cry?

"I wish I could believe you. We don't know everyone is okay. We don't know if everyone is safe." His voice trembled. Ziva released his hand and crawled over closer to him. She slowly inched herself on top of him like the position they had been in so many times before.

"Look at me." Ziva demanded of Tony, gently turning his face with her gentle hands. She saw that his eyes were full of tears and it felt like someone had punched her in the stomach. Tony was not one to cry, neither was she, but he had always remained hopeful and positive, and now he was just going to give up in front of her. Ziva swallowed hard and told herself not to break down and cry in front of him. "We have each other, yes?" Tony nodded.

"Yeah." He replied quietly.

"Then I promise to you, no matter what happens, we will go through it together." Ziva laid down on top of him will all of her weight now. She thought of all the possible scenarios, both good and bad, and no sooner than that, a tear rolled down the side of her face. Tony grabbed her hand and locked fingers with her again, but with his other hand he wiped a tear off her cheek with his thumb.

"Don't cry, Ziva." He pleaded. "Please don't cry." She tried to smile for him. "It will be okay."


Ziva ended the recollection, pulled away from Tony and quickly and gently kissed him on the lips. She stared into his emerald eyes, her eyes heated with passion.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love you?" Tony laughed returning the favor and moaning into a more passionate kiss.

What they had was special; they both knew it too and did not take it for granted. For this was just the start of everything that was to come.