NCIS
Always, I want to be with you...
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: sadly, I do not own NCIS.
Author's musings: *nothing in her head*
Warning: there is swearing
"So are you going to tell me about this friend of yours?" Tony asks, looking Ziva up and down.
"No, I will not tell you about my friend. Why do you want to know so much about my friend?"
"Oh, no reason, I'm just interested in what you do when not at work."
"Yeah, well, you're not finding out anything about my friend. Goodnight, Tony."
"Goodnight, Ziva."
Later that night...
I need to know who that man is! And it looks like there is someone in her apartment. Why the hell am I doing this? If she sees me, she will probably kill me for doing this! Fuck it! Shit, I'm already at her door...oh, well, I might as well knock.
(Inside the apartment...)
Ziva, talking with her friend, stops upon hearing at a knock at the door. "I will have to answer that, but I am sure I know who it is. I hope you won't mind but could you please stay in the bedroom for a second."
She adjusted her shirt so that more of her cleavage was showing. Then slide over to the door and opened it. The 'hey' which he breathed out was barely heard.
"I've missed you." Her arms locked around his neck enabling him from moving. Her lips were on his before he could stop him, but he didn't resist. Their lips synchronised, moved together, creating an intricate, Spanish dance.
Letting go, gasping for air Tony whispered, "but what about your friend?"
Smirking she held his hand and led him towards her bedroom. Quietly, she opened it, and there sitting on her bed was...
"What about rule 12 guys? I would not tell Gibbs but he would find out its Gibbs of course he would find..."
