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My Death, It Is Yours

MDIIY: Chapter One
MDIIY: Chapter Two
MDIIY: Chapter Three
MDIIY: Chapter Four
MDIIY: Chapter Five
MDIIY: Chapter Six
MDIIY: Chapter Seven
MDIIY: Chapter Eight

Ziva was sitting on her couch once again. She was starting to wonder about the complications of always being stuck in the house alone especially after everything that had gone down in the past couple of weeks. Knowing that Tzabar and Ronald were put away and not going to be tromping on her life making her react in very un-Ziva ways settled a lot of her nerves. But it was the confusion in her heart over Tony that had her pausing as she reached her hand out towards the glass of red wine on the table.

Snatching it up she took a big gulp and sat back, pulling one leg up in a 'v' and the other wrapping underneath it. She cradled the wine glass in her palms and closed her eyes with a sigh. She couldn't believe at the end of this, she was back where she started and hadn't even given Tony an answer to anything. She'd brushed him off so quickly back at the office that she was surprised he hadn't actually followed her. Of course, that surprise could also be interpreted as disappointment…She sucked in another breath and leaned forward for the remote.

Hopefully some random t.v. could distract her from her thoughts tonight. Ziva knew there wouldn't be any random knocks on her door at least. Flipping through channels she landed on some sitcom with the laugh reels that make you feel like they're judging your sense of humor, like if Ziva didn't laugh every time they did she was detached from the rest of the world. It wasn't like she needed anymore of that. Sinking into the mindlessness of the show, Ziva allowed herself to laugh along with the reel even if she didn't hear what was said or if she didn't understand. She twirled the glass, the wine lapping at the edges of the glass, flirting with the danger of cascading down the other side and onto Ziva or her carpet.

Her eyes were starting to fail her, the glass was lilting in her hand. She was falling into sleep quicker than she realized and she would have dropped her wine glass had the phone not startled her awake. Setting down her drink on the table, she looked over at the house phone and climbed to her feet. She glanced at the clock as she went, noting it was after ten and wondered who was calling at this hour. If it was Gibbs, she wasn't sure she was ready to talk with him about the case just yet. She knew they had unfinished business to deal with but she wanted to enjoy her night and day off. She needed time to gather herself and really get back to normal, not to mention figure out what to do with the Tony situation. God knew she liked him, something in her might admit that she even loved him, but she didn't know how to put that in words. It wasn't something she was good at, especially with all of the loss she'd experienced in her personal life.

The phone's ID brightly lit up the name "Dinozzo". Ziva's heart thudded to a quick stop then started up quicker than ever. She wasn't ready to talk to him. Not yet. She had to get her thoughts straight, to figure out what she was going to say. She couldn't pick up that phone yet. Biting her bottom lip in thought, she reached out for it anyway and was nearly there when it cut to her away message. Bringing her hand back to her side, Ziva stared down at it and waited to hear what he was saying before she decided to actually pick it up.

The scratchy machine-recorded-voice was echoed by the strong Tony timbre on the other side of her front door. "Ziva, I didn't knock in hopes that we could slowly ease into this but you might as well-"

Ziva picked up the phone and shoved it to her ear. "What do you want, Tony?" she asked. Ziva swore she'd meant to be forceful but her voice was slow and tired.

"Just let me in. You know we need to talk." The sound of a thump on the other end made it clear that Tony's hand had found the door.

Sighing and clicking the phone off, Ziva sat it down and headed towards the door. She yanked it open and stared into the depths of Tony's eyes. She liked the feel of them, the sophistication, openness, the warm emotion. It was so different from the men she normally dated. There was something more intimate with Tony. "Hello, Tony." Her statement was simple but he took a hold of it and Ziva was glad.

"Hey Zii-vuh," he teased and leaned in, pulling his hand from behind his back. "These are for you." It was a bouquet of flowers, white, that she didn't recognize. Of course, she wasn't really an expert in flowers.

"What are they?" she asked reaching out for them. He let them go as she gathered them up.

Tony smiled. "Desert Lilies. They uh…they reminded me of you." He stopped short, like he was going to explain further but didn't want to push anything.

Ziva smiled, understanding completely and put them to her nose. They were beautiful and they smiled nice, for flowers. Stepping back she let Tony in after her and watched. He moved slowly, stepping around her and smiling that big cocky smile of his. It was cute on him. Tony put his hands behind his back, clasping them and moving into the living room. She watched him go and stalled having this conversation by going to the kitchen and getting a vase for the flowers. "So how much water do they need then? Not a lot?"

Tony looked over from where he was standing by her couch. "Full vase. They're picked so…" he shrugged.

"Right," she said and got it all set up. Placing them on her counter she turned back around knowing she couldn't put of the inevitable any longer. They needed to talk about this. She knew that. There was a lot that Ziva needed to say to him, if she could get it out right. Walking into the living room with him, Ziva stood in front of him. She looked up slightly, enjoying that again, it was something that made her feel feminine with Tony.

When he leaned down to kiss her, Ziva held up her finger, placing it on his lips. "Wait, there is something I need to say." She looked up at him and smiled softly. "I owe it to you. I know what I have been needing to say, what I want to say, I am just not sure how to say it." She looked down but Tony's finger at her chin made her look back up at him. "I really do…like you. Tony, I um…" She tried to look down again but his finger was firmly there, keeping her eyes locked with his. "I want you, just as you want me."

This time, she didn't stop the kiss he planted on her lips. She didn't stop his roaming hands. Her soft groans edged him further and they fell together in rolling, sensual, passion. They fell into a tangle of half-dressed bodies, dancing tongues and gripping fingers. How they ended up, fully naked and wrapped in each other's arms on the couch, Ziva wasn't sure, but lying there with her head on Tony's chest, she was smiling through the panting. "I love you, Tony Dinozzo." She felt his heart skip a beat and heard his soft sigh.