Okay, I know this was supposed to be a one-shot but I couldn't stop thinking about how the situation would develop. I guess you won't be mad at me for making this a two chapter fanfiction
Tony had trouble falling asleep after the talk. Back in Paris he had enjoyed holding her but when she woke up he felt a little embarrassed. So he had cracked a joke about her cuddling up to him. He also knew, that it had probably been him who had pulled her in his arms. He knew, and he would never ever tell it to anyone; he was a cuddler. But now he could understand the hurt he had seen in her face that morning. The memory of her smile fading into a hurt expression didn't want to leave his mind. But now she was asleep peacefully in his arm. She was not smiling but she seemed contented. He reached back to turn off the light and hugged her again.
Before he fell asleep he made a mental note to go find Ray and rip his heart out.
It was still raining when he woke up the next morning. Ziva's face was almost hidden in his shirt and he was not sure how she was still able to breathe. He shifted slightly so he could look at her face. Her skin still felt hot completely but yesterday it had been much worse. Gently he brushed a strand of hair out of her face and she stirred before she opened her eyes.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up." He said quitely.
She looked at him for a few seconds. Her eyes were still a little glassy from the fever.
"Tony." She said and her voice broke.
He reached over to her nightstand where she had a glass of water and she drank and cleared her throat. Tony now feared that she didn't remember what had happened last night. Then she settled back against his chest.
"Why are we in a hotel room?" she asked while closing her eyes again.
That was a funny question. If she really did not remember the last evening then her first question should have been: Why are you holding me?
But she had not ask that question in Paris so why would she now?
"You were very sick last night and so I thought it might be better to get a hotel for you to rest." He explained.
She nodded: "Thank you."
"Ziva? Do you remember anything from last night?"
Her eyes opened and she looked at him: "Did we break rule 12?"
He chuckled in disbelieve: "You really think I'd take advantage of you while you are sick?"
"No, but I only…" she yawned against his shirt and closed her eyes again: "I only remember your promise to hold me. Though I'm not sure if it was just a dream."
"If it wasn't a dream… and you really promised me… and we didn't break rule 12… what are we then?"
That was really a good question. Yesterday morning they had been partners yesterday evening they had been very close friend maybe more and this morning…
"Well… thinking about it… Maybe we broke rule 12 in some way. Or we agreed to do it any time soon?" he asked hopefully, caressing the skin of her back.
"Is this okay for you?"
It took him a moment to figure out what she meant then he realized that his fingers where tracing the big scar on her back but in a very loving manner.
"No." he said and before she could pull away he pulled her a little closer: "Not okay. This is good. Very good. Like I said yesterday: I'll hold you till the end of time. And you agreed so don't try to get out of this now." He warned her.
Her soft giggled turned into coughing but that was, like her fever, not as bad as last night: "I won't."
"Good, now let's try to get you home. We'll stop at a drug store and when we are home I'll keep my promise and we can talk about how we start breaking rule 12."