Hey Fellow Fanficcers!
So this is just a one-shot I wrote 'cause I was bored.
Hope you guys like it!
Reviews are appreciated :)

Special thanks to Angela for the summary and title of this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, or else Tony and Ziva would have done a lot more on the ground ;D

"TONY!"

Ziva's mind quickly went to work, registering the immediate bomb threat. She ran to Tony as fast as she could, getting to him just in time. As she dived onto him, the barbeque exploded, sending them both flying into the air. Ziva didn't let go of her partner. She held the back of his head, supporting it as they forcefully hit the ground. They stayed like that for a few moments, each too afraid to move, each savouring the feeling of both their bodies being so close in contact after so long. Ziva rolled onto Tony, purposely applying her full weight to his body. Staring into his sharp, green eyes, she flashbacked to their undercover assignment five years back. Their positions had been the same; Tony on the bottom, Ziva on top. Only difference- they had both been naked. She smiled at the thought, and then remembered the event in the shipping container, where, like this, she had dived on top of her partner to save his life. The flirtatious, sexual connection that they both had with each other was hard not to miss.

"This is nice. I miss the old Ziva." Tony broke the silence between them. Ziva knew what he was talking about. Both their thoughts had gone to the same place.

"I can tell." She replied, still staring into his eyes, enjoying the direct contact. Their relationship had changed ever since she had returned from Somalia. There was less flirting, less teasing, less sexual tension. Instead, their friendship had grown. Ziva wanted their old bond back again.

"Don't flatter yourself. That's just my knee" Ziva was shocked that Tony remembered that night in the hotel room so vividly. But her unclothed body on top of his was just a tiny portion of what had happened that night. Ziva thought back to what else they did, and she struggled to keep her smile in check.

Without thinking, Ziva leaned forward towards Tony. She gently placed her lips on his, just as she had done five years ago. It was short, but she still hoped Gibbs had not been looking at his most prized agents at that time. Looking back into her partner's eyes, she registered his expression as a mixture of shock and recollection. Ziva grinned at him.
"That, my Little Hairy Butt, was not your knee"

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