That night will live forever
Their first time to lie together
They were finally where desire dared them to go
Both belonging to another
But longing to be lovers
Promising each other that the night will only know
Tony drove to Ziva's apartment. It was risky to see her, but he had to. He wanted to explain how he felt about her. He was sure she felt the same way. Tony didn't care that she was seeing someone else, like he was; he couldn't stay away from her. That time they went undercover—literally and figuratively—as that assassin couple was only the beginning. Then she had asked him if he had ever heard of soul mates. He had said something like, Oh, yeah. Aren't they a rock band? Ziva had said, You'll never understand all disappointed. Lost in thought, he stopped as he realized he had already knocked on the door and Ziva was looking at him expectantly.
"What do you want, Tony?"
"I want to talk to you."
She stepped back, inviting him in. Tony shook his head. "Not here. He's been here."
"Well, where do you want to talk, then?" Ziva asked, tilting her head and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Come with me," he invited, "and I'll tell you."
She relented. "All right."
Was that a triumphant smile on his face? Ziva wondered as Tony broke into a large grin. She didn't have long to think about it, as Tony had turned and headed out to his car. Ziva followed him and was hit by a blast of freezing night air. She quickly climbed in the passenger's seat while Tony started the engine. Soon, they were tearing down the streets of D.C.
When Tony had been driving for a good half hour, he slowed and turned onto an old backstreet. Three-quarters of the way in, he stopped and parked the car. The seat belt slid upward as he unhooked it and crept into the backseat. Feeling a little creeped out, Ziva followed him, even though a voice in her head was telling her not to.
"Tony, what are we doing here?" Ziva was starting to get a little nervous. He had never done anything like this with her before.
Parked on some old backstreet
They laid down in the backseat
And fell into the fire down below
But they would pay for their deceiving
For a deadly web was weaving
Why they picked that spot that evening
Lord, the night will only know
"Ziva, do you feel the same way about me that I do about you?"
Ziva swallowed hard. "What do you mean?"
"Don't you feel it? This pull between us?"
Pull? Does he mean this feeling I have whenever I'm around him? Then a dream she had had about a week ago came back to her. In the dream, she had been standing in her room with Rivkin, her former Mossad partner. She had been wrapped in his embrace, then she felt him change. When she looked at him, she had been in Tony's arms. Tony lowered his mouth to hers. Ziva had found herself pressing against him, returning his kiss, yearning for his touch. . . . When she woke up, she found herself longing for another one of his kisses, his touches, even though it had only been a dream.
Ziva shifted uncomfortably with the memory of the dream. Obviously, her subconscious had thought about kissing him. It had only gotten stronger since that time they had gone undercover as the assassin couple a few months back, and when she had had that talk with that African-American woman about soul mates. She had said that when you meet your soul mate, you just know. When Ziva asked Tony about that, he had said something like, Aren't they a rock band? Ziva had been disappointed.
She jolted back to the present. The beautiful Israeli opened her mouth to reply, when Tony said, "Ziva, what I'm trying to say is, I love you."
Ziva sat there, stunned. "But what about your girlfriend?"
"Ziva, I don't feel with her what I feel with you. I don't feel a need to lie with my body curled around hers. I don't think about kissing her. I want you."
"And I'm sure you say that to every girlfriend you have."
"Actually, I don't," he said softly.
Ziva turned her head to look at him. When she did, she found his mouth covering hers. Before she knew what was happening, her arms had wrapped around his neck and she was kissing him back. The windows were quickly fogged up with steam as they sank onto the backseat.
Well within the innuendos
Just outside the steamy windows
The night was shattered by a woman's scream
Motionless and frightened
The grip of fate had tightened
And with trembling hands they wiped away the steam
Ziva and her co-worker were deep in a passionate embrace when the stillness of the night was broken by a terrified woman's scream. The two NCIS agents froze and wiped away the steam, hands trembling. It was a good thing they had left the engine off; it would have given away their position right now. All they could do was watch the scene unfolding before them.
They saw a woman pleading
Stumbling, begging and retreating
'Til she became the victim of her foe
And they watched her fall in silence
To save their own alliance
But the reason for the violence
Just the night will only know
Just outside the window, a few yards away, they saw a young woman erupt from the shadows. She looked back at her pursuer and stumbled over a crack in the alleyway. The NCIS agents saw the gleam of metal as silver moonlight struck it. "No, please!" the woman begged. "I'll do anything!" she pleaded. Tony and Ziva glanced at each other and reached for their weapons before they realized they hadn't brought them. They couldn't do anything to save her. As the would-be killer stepped out of the shadows, they got a clear look at his face. Ziva shut her eyes as the knife struck its target, glistening wet with blood.
When he left, Tony and Ziva exchanged glances, then, tires screeching, tore out of there. Tony dropped Ziva off at her apartment before driving home. Their parting words rang in his head.
"Let's not tell Gibbs about this," he had said. Ziva had nodded, though reluctantly.
"He'll find out anyway. You know that. If he found out we broke Rule # 12 . . ."
"Hey, it'll be okay,"Tony had reassured her, drawing her close to him. "I'll see you tomorrow,"he murmured, pressing a light kiss to her forehead.
Tony saw that he had already passed his apartment. He made a U-turn and pulled into the driveway, dreading the next morning.
And every paper ran the story
She was stripped of all her glory
And they told exactly how the woman died
Abandoned and forsaken
Too many pills were taken
And they ruled the woman's death a suicide
DiNozzo and Ziva were at their desks the next morning, trying to avoid each other's gaze. It was as though they though Gibbs or the rest of the team would find out what had happened between them last night. They were startled by Gibbs shouting, "GEAR UP! Dead Lieutenant downtown."
They exchanged nervous glances, but followed their boss to the elevator. When Gibbs announced he was driving, they groaned. On the way to the scene, Tony asked, "Didn't the paper say she died of suicide, Boss?"
"Yeah. They said she OD'd on prescription pills. I don't believe it, though. That's why we're checking it out."
In what seemed like a few minutes, they were there. After they were out of the van, Ziva pulled Tony aside and whispered, "Tony, we could have stopped this. It's our fault she died."
"No, it's not, Zi. We were unarmed, not to mention off duty."
"I still think we should have done something."
"Ziva, there was nothing we could do," he muttered, pulling her close to him.
"I still hate it," she grumbled against his shoulder.
They were startled by Gibbs yelling, "DiNozzo, David, quit making out and get over here!"
Red-faced, they obeyed the order. Inside they were thinking, If he ever found out about us . . .
Bound by their behavior
They could have been her savior
Now guilt becomes the endless debt they owe
But another crime was committed
And it's never been admitted
Have the guilty been acquitted
Lord, the night will only know