[His eyes snapped open when he heard the lock rattle. That wasn't a key- that was the sound of someone picking a lock- it couldn't be-
And then he caught sight of Fluffy outside the window. He winced hard, trying to bite back the jumble of emotions that the sudden reappearance of hope and the even more sudden destruction of said hope had created. It was Ziva at the door, not York. He was an idiot to hope, even for those few seconds.
He's still trying his hardest to calm himself down when the sheets rustle and a warm body scoots in next to him. They fit together too well for him to make any mistake. He makes a quiet, strangled noise into the pillow. Nope - still not helping. After a long silence, he shifted just enough to lay his hand over hers. When he finally speaks, his voice is quiet.]
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And then he caught sight of Fluffy outside the window. He winced hard, trying to bite back the jumble of emotions that the sudden reappearance of hope and the even more sudden destruction of said hope had created. It was Ziva at the door, not York. He was an idiot to hope, even for those few seconds.
He's still trying his hardest to calm himself down when the sheets rustle and a warm body scoots in next to him. They fit together too well for him to make any mistake. He makes a quiet, strangled noise into the pillow. Nope - still not helping. After a long silence, he shifted just enough to lay his hand over hers. When he finally speaks, his voice is quiet.]
I thought you were him.