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"I should have brought my portable DVD player. You know, this reminds me of the movie Stakeout. Except instead of watching someone that one of the cops falls in love with, we're watching to see-"
"Tony!" Ziva yelled, groaning as she leaned back onto the bed in frustration, the rusty springs squeaking as she did so, "Will you ever shut up about your stupid movies?" She asked, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration.
"Hey!" Tony protested, turning in his chair from the window in which he was sitting at, putting down his binoculars, "I like movies!"
Ziva sat up and glared at him, "That is fairly obvious, Mr. Sherlock Apartment."
"It's Sherlock Holmes, for one thing, my dear Watson, and it's also Detective Sherlock Holmes, not Mister, Zee-vah," Tony said, "And it's not my fault either that we've been sitting out here for-" he glanced down at his watch, "six hours. Ugh….boss, can we go home now? It's midnight and no one's moved from the apartment complex yet, not even a rustling of the curtains."
"No, DiNozzo. You and David will keep your watch on Wilson, see if he moves."
"But boss…" Tony wined into the ear wig, "I'm tired!" Ziva made a sarcastic sad face as Tony stuck his tongue out at her.
"Then sleep," Gibbs spat into the ear wig as Tony groaned in frustration before turning back to the window, putting his binoculars back up to his eyes. A couple of moments later, he put them back down again.
"This is completely pointless!"
"No it's not, DiNozzo. Do you wanna catch this drug dealing marine murderer or not?"
"Well yeah…but…aren't you even a bit tired?"
"The man runs of coffee, Tony. I do not think he is tired." Ziva said, standing up and walking towards her partner, "Gibbs, the last time that Wilson moved out of his apartment was at 0500h this morning to go and pick up something from the convenience store across the street," Ziva said, looking at her notes, "Tony sent me to follow him, since he was too busy stuffing his face, and told me to see what he was doing as well as buy him a blue ice Gatorade and powdered donuts." Ziva sighed, reliving the gas station and the Diner moments all over in her head. It had been the pivotal point in her life. It had changed everything. It had changed where she lived, who she worked for, who she worked with, where she worked, how she worked, who she fell in love with….who she fell deeper in love with….who she cried herself to sleep over not having with her…
"Yeah, and Ziva?" Gibbs asked.
"He picked up a couple of gallons of water, some cigarettes and a lighter. Odd, since he was drug dealer. I followed him back to the apartment, but he didn't go anywhere else, so I returned back…"
"With the blue ice Gatorade and the powdered donuts!" Tony cut in, rubbing his stomach in happiness as he stared over at the empty container of Gatorade that lay on its side on the ground and the open box of powdered donuts, the only thing left was little sugar crumbs. Tony reached his finger in and licked some of the sugar that was left in it. Ziva rolled her eyes and shook her head at her partner before returning back to her report for the day on Wilson.
"The apartment complex has remained the same for the rest of the day. Taylor Wilson has not come out of the apartment complex, has not even moved."
"He dead?"
"No, I do not believe so. I did see a light go off at night."
"When?"
"2300h, and this motel room….peeks."
"She means 'reeks', boss," Tony corrected as Ziva sent him another glare.
"I know what she meant DiNozzo."
"Hey, boss, do you think that you could bring us over a pizza?"
"No," Gibbs said, firmly.
"But-"
"No." Gibbs repeated and Tony groaned.
"Ew!" Ziva cried out as she caught of whiff of something rotten passing through her nasal passages, "Tony!"
"What?" Her partner asked, "I didn't do anything!"
"That awful smell is not you?"
"No, it's probably the damn motel room." Ziva yawned and glanced over at the clock.
"It is almost one in the morning, we have been at this for more then six hours, and I have been up for more then twenty-four hours. I need to rest."
"Well Gibbs has forbidden us from sleeping, Zee-vah, so that's sorta gonna be a big problem, dontcha think?"
Ziva sighed and pulled up a chair next to him, "Can we not just record what happens with the camera? That is why we have it, yes?"
"Yeah, but Boss wouldn't approve." Tony rolled his eyes, removing his ear wig. Ziva copied his motion, setting the two down on top of the desk. After a couple of minutes of silence, Tony dropped the binoculars to the floor, "I got nothing." He said, glancing over at Ziva.
"Mhmm…" She mumbled, half-unconsciousness, half-not, before letting her head drop to his shoulder. He felt a pang of electricity flow through his body as her warm cheek touched his body, "Tony…" She smiled, giggling a little before letting her mouth drop open and her light snoring started.
"You dreamin' bout me sweet cheeks?" Tony smiled, but the smile faded away as he felt her gun on his head.
"You wish…" She mumbled, "My little hairy butt," and with that, she promptly fell asleep, her gun dropping to the ground. Tony sighed, staring at her for a little bit, the moonlight shining down onto her face, reflecting her features over his eyes. Her chest rising slowly when she breathed, the v-neck line of her top plummeting, revealing parts of her breasts to his eyes. Her curly locks tumbling over his shoulder and down his chest…. He sighed as he felt his body heat and tense up. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. He could only hope that he had enough self-control to be able to resist her sexy charm.
Confusing, yes, I know. Will it be explained? Of course! Review? Definitely!