A/N: Hey guys! So I just got back from a two week holiday in the middle of the bush with no internet, so guess what the only thing I had to do was? Yep, write fanfiction. And sooo that is where this random piece was born. It's probably really bad because I wrote it at about 3 in the morning but oh well! Hope you like it!
They were arguing, again.
"Why are you always such a self-obsessed jackass?" she hissed.
"I don't know, why are you always such an uptight bitch?" he growled back.
After a very long, and very painful undercover op, Tony and Ziva stood in front of one of DC's snobbiest hotels, screaming their lungs off at each other. Warm rain showered heavily through cold air outside, the obnoxious clap of thunder nearly silencing the grating noise of their yelling. They were just sick of each other's voices, and both lack of sleep and food had contributed to their irritability.
"You should consider yourself lucky, you know? To have a partner like me! You could've been stuck with someone way worse!"
"Ha!" she scoffed, "I could have been stuck with someone competent! Who actually knows what the hell they are doing!"
"Well, if that's the way you feel, then I guess I'll just get Vance to transfer me to another team!"
At this she stopped, her biting remark silenced on her lips. He breathed heavily from his yelling, but quietened as well. Still angry, he shook off the suit jacket that his undercover role had him wearing and thrust it into her arms.
"Here," he snapped. "That thing isn't going to do anything against the cold on the way home," he said, gesturing to the flowing white dress that was part of her alias. "You'll get sick."
Finally, he stormed off into the pouring rain, ignoring the biting chill of the air against his skin.
Hesitating only a moment, Ziva ran into the parking lot after him, pulling off her heeled shoes as they would only slow her down. She finally reached him, her fingers grabbing at the back of his wet shoulder. Tony turned.
"What?" he said softly, only just audible over the heavy rain showering them.
"I am sorry," she said, touching his drenched white shirt lightly.
"Sign of weakness," he replied.
"You know what? I am sick of rules! If I am sorry, I should be allowed to say it!"
"They were written to make us better people, Ziva!"
"They are only making us fight!"
"No, we are making us fight."
She became angrier.
"I am so tired of always fighting with you, Tony! There must be something wrong with us! Something that is missing…something we are not doing right..." she trailed off softly, meeting his eyes. In that instant, he understood. What was missing, what they weren't doing right.
And suddenly, he leant down and his lips crashed against hers.
All her anger melted away instantly, her arms sliding up his rain-soaked shirt to twine around his neck. Keeping one hand securely at the small of her back, the fingers of his other reached up and tangled in her dripping hair.
The kiss became deeper, headier, as she tasted the sweetness of fresh rain on his lips. Wrapped around each other in a passionate embrace, the pouring shower around them disappeared in their eyes.
He slowly ran his hands over her slick golden tan, her dress beginning to stick to her like a second skin, as had his shirt. Ziva's hands had disappeared under his button down top, her fingers tracing the curves and lines of his solid muscle. Each half's touch sent shivers of delight down the other's spine, just their contact and proximity taking their breath away.
And when they broke apart, their eyes still brimming with imaginary fireworks, it was only for her to whisper softly against his cheek.
"I am lucky. To have a partner like you."
A/N: Pretty pwease review..? :3 :D