A/N: I really don't know where this idea came from. It just sort of popped into my head and wouldn't leave. It is set about mid season seven so I would guess there is going to be spoilers for all episodes in season seven.
Raechull: Umm... Surprise? :)
Disclaimer: Yes I own NCIS, along with Yoplait, Southwest Airlines, AT&T, and the Coco Cola Company. Yeah… Right… They really belong to DPB and CBS. Well NCIS does. Not all those other companies. I don't really know who they belong to. I guess I could look it up and then tell you. I really don't feel like it though. [I totally just pulled an Abby :]] You want me to shut up now so you can read my story? Oh, Okay :P.
Tony rode the elevator with a somber expression on his face. 0734. He was late and he knew it. The eight mile run he had taken late last night had proven to be just what he needed to get himself in the state of total exhaustion. Unfortunately being totally exhausted also meant sleeping in. As he strolled into the bullpen in his infamous dark gray suit, his gear strapped to his back, and his sunglasses shielding his eyes, shock over came him because the team was no where in sight. As his backpack thudded in the corner, Tony shot McGee's desk a questioning glare and then directed it to Ziva's desk. The elevator dinged just as he had sat down, picked up the phone, and began to dial. Who he saw exit though, couldn't make his blood boil any hotter.
-*-
Down in the lab Abby, Gibbs, Ziva, and McGee stood in front of the plasma, looking at a map.
"So basically, they are bouncing both the cell phone and internet signals all over the world?" Gibbs asked in an exasperated tone.
"Yes Gibbs. They would need two computers, or laptops if they are actually moving, to bounce the cell phone signal and the internet signal for the online program that they are using for the voiceover." Abby answered in her perky voice.
"Why didn't you just say that?!" Gibbs was extremely frustrated since the call had come in thirty minutes ago.
"Gibbs! You can't just skip to the ending! You have to read the book first!" Abby was as equally frustrated.
"Will you ever be able to trace who made the call?" Ziva asked.
"No. Not unless they stop bouncing the signal." McGee chimed in.
"McGee I want you to stay down here with Abby and keep on these people, whoever they are! Ziva, you're with me and call DiNozzo. Find out where the hell he is and why the hell he isn't here!" Gibbs barked as he stormed to the elevator. Ziva reluctantly pulled out her cell phone and held the number 2 down, all while slowly walking toward the elevator.
"Hurry it up!" Gibbs screamed, and she took two wide steps to barely make it in the elevator.
"He's angry." Abby said while typing.
"Well it's not everyday we get a threat that one of us is going to be dead by the end of the week."
-*-
As soon as Tony saw him he jumped up and blocked the entrance to the team's sector by stretching out his arms and placing each of his hands on the dividers.
He smirked when he saw Tony move and picked up his pace a little.
"Agent DiNozzo." He said in his extremely thick accent as he came to stand a foot in front of him. Dressed in his best Cavalli suit, he was more than ready for this meeting.
"What are you doing here?" Tony asked in an almost whisper. His jaw clenched; his eyes full of fury.
Before he could answer Gibbs entered through the other side, staring at his cell phone attempting to text.
"You're late DiNozzo." He called out. A moment later he looked up and his steely blue glare appeared.
Ziva entered at that moment, about to tell Gibbs she lost the signal in the elevator, when she saw him and stopped dead in her tracks.
The three special agents all stood speechless, glaring at the man in front of them. Each of them having slightly different reasons for wanting to kill him, but in the end it all came down to one thing, one person, one event, one action not taken. They were all so wrapped in their anger they had missed the ding of the elevator.
"Problem Director?" A young, beautiful woman asked with a slight accent as she came to stand on the right side of Deputy Director Eli David. She had extremely light brown eyes, dark brown hair which was currently down and straight, and light skin. She was wearing a black pencil skirt, a button up dark blue shirt with short sleeves rolled up slightly, and black pointy pumps. Officer Malachi Ben-Gidon stood at the left side of the Deputy Director less than a second later.
"Not at all. Let us go see Director Vance." Director David answered with a smile, never taking his eyes off of Ziva.
The three of them turned in unison and began walking to the stairs. The Director took the lead as they started up, the two Mossad officers falling behind him like clock work.
"She has grown soft in her time here." The young woman quietly said to Malachi in Hebrew with a smirk etched on her face, directing it to Ziva.
Ziva had moved behind her desk since they had left up the stairs, and she heard the hushed comment. She glared at the young woman, wanting to slap that little smirk off her face.
As the Mossad Director's foot reached the top step, Director Vance's door opened and out Vance walked to greet them.
"Shalom Eli." Vance said with a huge smile on his face. The smile made Gibbs, Tony, and Ziva all uncomfortable as they watched from their desks.
"Ah Leon, Shalom my friend." Eli had an equally large smile on his face. His two officers stood behind him in the at ease stance. Vance nodded to each of them and then began walking next to Eli into his office, the two Mossad officers following.
Tony stood behind his desk and leaned forward, shooting an angry glance to Ziva, but she knew it was not directed at her. He looked at Gibbs and then back and forth between the two of them before finally asking.
"What the hell is he doing here?"
-*-
An hour and a half later Officer Ben-Gidon walked down the stairs with the young Mossad officer following. Both directors were a few steps behind them, talking about something which Eli was animatedly demonstrating with his hands, but no one could really hear them. As Malachi reached the team's sector he stood on the opposite side looking down at Ziva typing on her computer. Ziva glared at him, a look he knew as 'go away'. Tony watched their little interaction from his desk and was ready to deck him at any moment. McGee shot Gibbs a questioning look while he typed, trying to look busy. He had just found out about the surprise trip from Tel Aviv moments before.
When the young Mossad officer came up next to him, Malachi smiled and she smiled back. She then sent him a look that said 'watch me'. He returned it with a warning look as she made her way to Tony's desk. She ran her fingers along the edge of his desk, stopping to touch things here and there. Tony let out a 'humph' before forcing a smile on his face.
As he stood and walked to stand in front of her he said, "Hi I'm special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. You're the only Officer's name who I don't know in your little-" He extended his hand to her with his last few words, expecting her to shake it. Not at all to do what she did.
As he extended his hand, she quickly grabbed it and twisted it behind his back, forcing his upper half onto his desk. Tony felt his top teeth sink into the desk and tried not to yelp out in pain. McGee was the first one to stand and reach for his weapon, but with her free arm she had reached for her gun holstered at her side and aimed it at his forehead. Gibbs, Ziva, and McGee all stood now with their Sigs aimed at her.
When she had reached for her gun, Malachi did as well, and aimed it directly at Gibbs. Gibbs in turn positioned his gun on Malachi. Ziva was the only one who did not have a gun pointed at her. The bullpen grew completely silent. Everyone was waiting for the fireworks.
The Directors now stood on the other end of the dividers, one with the look of anger, one with the look of satisfaction.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Vance shouted. No one answered him. No one even moved. Waiting.
"Eli call her off!" Vance yelled, turning to the other Director. More waiting.
"You should teach your agents Director," The young Mossad officer spoke with bared teeth as she leaned over Tony so that her mouth was almost touching his neck, "When it is and is not okay to touch a woman." She pushed Tony's arm up more, making him bite harder on the wood so he wouldn't scream, before holstering her weapon and letting him go. She quickly walked past director Vance and stood next to Director David as everyone slowly put their weapons down. After Malachi holstered his weapon, he went and stood behind his Director.
Tony slowly stood and shook his arm, willing the pain to go away. His face was red as he tried to catch his breath. He glared at the young Mossad officer who in turn smirked at him. Ziva saw this and she no longer wished to just slap her. She wanted to put a bullet through her.
Vance took the dictator role as he delivered his next words.
"Deputy Director David has informed me that at 1904 last night, Israel time, he received a call informing him that two of Mossad's most wanted will be passing through the U.S. by the end of the week. The man, Joseph Levy, is also one of NCIS' most wanted; as I am sure all of you are aware because you see his photo on the wall everyday. Director David and I have agreed to conduct a joint NCIS Mossad operation to eliminate the two suspects. This operation will include two Mossad officers and they will be Officer Malachi Ben-Gidon" He turned In Malachi's direction, "and Officer Ana Marie Azan." He then turned to the young woman who had just pinned Tony to his desk. "I have chosen the two NCIS agents who will be apart of the operation, and they will be Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo and Special Agent Ziva David."
The team's mouths all dropped when they heard the names. Was Vance crazy? Did he not just see the way Officer Azan practically nailed Tony to his desk? And Ziva, Why Ziva? Did he not remember that just a few short months ago Officer Ben-Gidon was sent to burn her? Vance was most definitely suffering some sort of short term memory loss. He continued.
"Any and all cases this team is working on will be passed on to Balboa's team." With that said he turned back to Director David and half smiled.
"Now that your agents are briefed I believe we should return to our hotel. It was a long flight from Tel Aviv and I am very tired. Ana is everything set up in the hotel?" Director David asked, almost cheerfully.
"Yes director." She replied with a smile.
"Let us go then. Shalom Leon, do not feel obliged to walk me out. I am very capable of getting myself out of the building. Goodbye agent Gibbs' team."
The whole sector was quiet as they waited for the Mossad squad to leave. As soon as the elevator doors dinged shut, the real show began.
"I need to speak to you in my office. Now." Gibbs gritted out and walked toward the back elevator.
Vance shot daggers in Gibbs' back as he reluctantly followed him. He was after all the Director; he did not follow orders, he issued them.
Once Vance had left, Ziva was immediately at Tony's side, examining his arm. He stood bent over his desk, supporting himself with his good arm while his tortured one clung to his chest.
"I'm surprised she didn't dislocate my shoulder." Tony huffed out. His teeth began to grind together when Ziva moved his arm a little.
"You would be lucky if she just did that. Officer Azan is one of the most ruthless, irresponsible Mossad officers. That is what makes her so good at her job." Ziva countered. Once she saw Tony flinch while moving his arm, she stopped and just stroked it lightly.
"You know her?" Tony asked, surprised.
"Of her. When I returned to Mossad most of the Kidon could not stop talking about this young and beautiful Mossad officer in training who was also very strong and powerful. Ana Marie Azan. Sweet. Bitter. Power."
In the elevator Gibbs jammed the emergency stop. He turned and glared at Vance; his blood was all rushing to his face as rage infused him.
"There is no way in hell I am letting you put DiNozzo and Ziva on this assignment." He almost yelled, trying to contain himself.
"You better calm down Gibbs and remember who you are talking to." Vance stated with full authority.
"What the hell are they doing here Leon?!" He couldn't control it. His anger was spewing out like lava.
"I told you Gibbs. They are here to run a joint operation with NCIS."
"What you think the call that came in this morning and them showing up is a coincidence?!"
"I would say yes, but I know how you feel about them."
"Damn right that's how I feel about them! We both know that if Eli David can't have his daughter, then he thinks no one can. And he has probably been waiting to payback DiNozzo for killing Rivkin since we returned."
"Why now Gibbs?"
"What?!"
"Why now? Eli has had more than adequate time to eliminate both of them. It takes Mossad less then 22 hours to set an assassination in motion. Yet in the three months since Ziva has became an agent, he hasn't put a hit out on her. And it has almost been seven months since DiNozzo killed Rivkin; why would he wait so long?"
"I don't know Leon, but that smile of his aint innocent."
Gibbs hit the emergency stop again and the elevator sprung back into action, only to come to a screeching halt.
"This is my agency Agent Gibbs. So I will decide who goes on which missions. DiNozzo and David will complete this operation. I have no reason to believe that either of them is in danger from our counterparts."
"Fine Leon, but I will continue to investigate who is threatening the life of one of my team members."
Gibbs hit the emergency stop for the third and final time that morning. It was a less than second before they were back in the squad room.
"DiNozzo, David go home and get some rest. We will be back at work tomorrow at 0500 preparing for this mission." Vance ordered. Tony and Ziva shared a look of confusion and concern before packing up their gear.
"Hold on," Gibbs told them before turning his attention to Vance. "Oh and Leon, if they are here for that, I will personally tell SecNav that you knew the risk and still put my agents on this."
Vance just glared at him before walking back up the stairs to his office.
Gibbs then sat down at his desk and motioned for Tony and Ziva to come over to him.
"Vance is not going to put anyone else on this mission, so that means you need to have each other's back at all times. I want you to go to DiNozzo's apartment first to pick up his clothes. Leave both your cars there and take a taxi to Ziva's." Gibbs explained.
"Gibbs they will follow us no matter where we go if they are here to-" Ziva stated with fear before Gibbs interrupted.
"It has not been confirmed that that's why they're here. But if they are, then I want you together at all times so that you can watch the other persons back. Now go. I will come and check on you later."
-*-
When they entered her apartment, Ziva immediately began looking for any bugs they could have planted. Tony watched her curiously.
"Ziva what are you doing?" He asked, trying not to laugh, when she got on her hands and knees to check the floor vent.
"What you really think they are here to carryout a mission? My father would not fly over here just for that. They are here to get rid of me which means they need to stake me out, which means they have planted something." Ziva scolded. Her tone not only showed anger, but that she was scared.
"I don't think they're here for a mission, but if they did plant something do you think they would place it somewhere so obvious?" Tony asked, noticing her slight fear.
Ziva glared at him and silently told him with her eyes to shut up and help her. Tony hesitated but then began looking.
Two hours later an exhausted Tony lay on the living room floor with his arm shielding his eyes.
"Zee-vah, we've been looking for two hours. Don't you think if they planted something we would have found it by now?"
Ziva examined the mantle on her fireplace looking for any new dents in the distressed wood. She smiled when he said her name. She hadn't heard him say it that since… What? Before Michael died. She quickly refocused herself though.
"No Malachi is an expert at planting these things. It could be days before I find it."
"We don't have days. We have to be back at work 0500 tomorrow and its 1630 now."
"Do what you want Tony. I am going to keep looking."
"Okay. Just wake me if you… (yawn) need me."
-*-
Another two hours went by and as Tony slept, Ziva grew more and more frustrated that she couldn't find the bug. She paced back and forth in the kitchen which over looked the living room, questioning herself where it could be. She grumbled and slammed her fist on the kitchen island, causing Tony to jump up and get into "ready" position.
When he saw Ziva pacing back and forth his heart rate slowed. He ran his hand through his hair and un-tucked his shirt. Ziva finally noticed him after several seconds and her pacing came to a complete stop. As she took him in, his messy hair, his wrinkled shirt that had the top two buttons undone, and his beautiful emerald eyes, she felt a burning sensation low in her belly.
Tony noticed her staring and walked over to her.
"Ziva what's wrong?" He asked; his eyes full of concern. He was only about six inches from her.
Without thinking she closed the gap and kissed him. Tentatively at first and only for a few seconds, but when she pulled away she instantly missed his soft lips on hers. So she kissed him again and again and again. Tony pulled away after a few minutes and cupped her cheeks.
"Whoa Ziva what are you doing?" He questioned, confused.
"If you do not know then I am obviously not doing it right." She replied and moved to kiss him again. He held her back though, needing answers.
"No, I know what you're doing, but why are you doing it?"
"Tony." She said her voice breaking as she placed her hands over his on her face. She looked down, but a second later she was looking at him again. "Tony, I could be dead by the end of the week."
"So could I. So could Gibbs-"
"Tony." Her voice broke again and she swallowed hard to contain her emotions. "I know that they are here for me." And at that moment he saw all the fear in her eyes. "So please, please, just do this for me."
This time he didn't stop her when she moved to kiss him again. Instead he kissed her back, his hands tangling in her hair as hers rested on his cheeks. The kiss quickly turned passionate, tongues began tasting, noses brushed, hands groped. Ziva pushed Tony back toward her bedroom until finally reaching it.
He sat down on her bed and she straddled him, gasping as she felt his length press up against her through their pants. She began undoing his shirt as their kissing continued.
Tony pulled away and began laving kisses on her neck, making Ziva moan in pleasure. Once she had rid him of his shirt his hands dove under hers, eager to feel the warm skin of her stomach and breasts. He took his time, feeling every inch of her toned stomach, before cupping her breasts through her bra. Ziva leaned into his touch as he massaged her with the red satin barrier. As his rubbing increased, she became more and more frustrated. Deciding to do a little teasing of her own, Ziva grabbed his erection through his grey trousers and stroked him. He sucked in a breath when he felt her take hold of him, stilling the motions he was doing with his hands.
Ziva only stroked him a few times before undoing his belt and trousers, standing up to let him step out of them. Tony stood with her and unbuttoned her pants, sending them to the floor with his. Next she sent his boxers down, and not to be out done he sent her panties flying to the floor. Their lips met again as they both stepped out of their shoes and socks. Tony picked Ziva up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, before depositing her on the bed. Her head thudded lightly against the pillows, and in a second he was on top of her.
Tony placed a kiss right above Ziva's tender curls, causing her to thrust her hips at him. He continued kissing upward as his hands slowly pushed her simple black tee shirt up. When his tongue swirled her belly button and her shirt was almost over her breasts, Ziva stilled his left hand. This made him look up at her and she shook her head. He leaned up to where his hand was, and barely lifted her shirt. His eyes met a faded scar about four inches long that almost circled around to her back. Tony realized that she must have received that in her time in Somalia, because she definitely didn't have it when she was in LA with him two years ago. He felt his blood boil again as his mind drifted back to Eli David. He pushed that thought away though, deciding that this was not the time to be thinking about Ziva's father. He placed a feather light kiss to it and moved so that his lips were right against her ear.
"You're beautiful Ziva." She whispered. She again shook her head at him as her eyes threatened to well up with tears.
"You are. You're the most beautiful woman I know." He kissed her again and then pulled her shirt over her head.
Ziva sat up slightly, and unclasped her bra, revealing herself to Tony. As his eyes drank in the sight of her naked body, Tony felt his mouth go dry. She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him with an intensity neither of them had experienced.
They lay together, naked skin on naked skin, exploring each others bodies.
Tony felt his erection twitch, so he grabbed himself and began to tease Ziva's wet folds. She let out a loud moan when he glided over her clit and thrust herself up at him once again.
"Tony… Now, please…" She begged.
Tony brought both of Ziva's hands above her head and intertwined them with his. He slowly entered her, wanting feel every inch of her, and giving her time to adjust. She was so tight he thought he might come right then.
Ziva sucked in a breath as Tony entered her. She had never had someone stretch her to the max before. It was the most incredible feeling ever. As he settled inside her completely, they both voiced their approval with groans, and screams.
-*-
Across the street in an empty apartment that only had a bed, a table with two chairs, a sniper rifle, and a computer and monitor, Ana and Malachi watched Tony and Ziva become one for the first time.
"I told you cutting out a small piece of the mirror and placing the camera behind a piece of two way glass was a good idea." Ana told Malachi. She was wearing a black muscle shirt and black boy shorts, with her feet up on the table. Her gun was positioned safely in her lap.
"That you did my love." Malachi was hunched over in his chair, wearing a white shirt and tan cargo pants, cleaning his gun.
-*-
Tony set a tortuously slow pace. His eyes never left Ziva's as he watched every feeling he caused wash over her face. He leaned down to kiss her, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth. As soon as she opened her mouth to him, the war for dominance began, neither side willing to accept defeat. Their moans increased and so did Tony's thrusts.
When Tony felt Ziva's internal muscles quivering, he pulled away from the kiss, just enough to look in her eyes.
"Tony…" She breathed out. "I am so close."
"Me. Too." He answered; his breathing was becoming more ragged as he came closer to falling over the edge.
To bring them both to that pinnacle of pleasure, Tony sped his hips up even more and watched as Ziva began to wither beneath him.
"Unnnhh…Oh! TONY!" She screamed as her orgasm came crashing down on her like a hail storm. She let go and her hips began bucking wildly, squeezing him rhythmically.
"Oh God. Zee-vahh." Tony groaned when his orgasm over took him. His hips pumped extremely fast as he let himself explode inside of her.
They lay together sweaty, panting. Ziva's right hand stroked Tony's back as her left stroked his hair. Tony wrapped his arms around Ziva, as he rested his head on her shoulder and his nose breathed in her scent as it settled against her neck.
They fell asleep that way, still joined.
-*-
"So do you want to call him or shall I?" Ana questioned.
Malachi didn't say a word, he just handed her the burn phone next to him.
"Yes Director, we have confirmed they are sleeping together. How would you like us to handle it?"
A/N: Okay so prepare yourself for a very long author's note.
One: I do have ideas for this, but I have no idea when I will get them out because I am leaving for Christmas in about thee days and I don't know if I'll be able to update. Oh and I won't be back home till January 11th.
Two: I'm sorry for the "Mossad officers" and 'young Mossad officer" redundancy at the beginning. I wanted to keep Ana's name out until Ziva could explain what it meant. Oh and I love her name :). I picked it out for a reason.
Three: This is probably the longest thing I've ever written.
Four: Mossad squad. That makes me giggle :).
Tell me that you love me more :). No seriously review, I need your opinion. And they make my day :D