Ziva woke wrapped in Tony's arms, due to the most aggravating sound known to man.
"Zi, shut it off!" Tony groaned, complaining about the alarm clock going off, signaling it was time to get up for work.
"You are closer." Ziva argued. "We have to get up anyway."
"I can be late, Gibbs won't mind. He loves his senior field agent." He teased. Tony kissed her shoulder and then continued pecking kissing up her neck until he finally reached her lips. He kissed her for what he believed to be an appropriate amount of time before resting his head back on his pillow as Ziva got up and started getting ready for the day. Deciding it was too late to go for a run she headed towards the bathroom, hearing Tony's snores begin as she closed the door.
Looking in the mirror she noticed she was quite a wreck, her hair was all over from their evening activities the night before. Her eyes were still half closed, living with Tony for the past few months had drastically changed her sleeping habits. She no longer woke up at the crack of dawn for a run because she would much rather lay around in bed with Tony. It had been three months since they officially moved in together and she never once got tired of waking in his arms or crawling in to bed with him at night.
Ziva started the shower and she could hear Tony starting to bang around their apartment. Their apartment…the thought still amazed her. The apartment they bought together. They had finally made a life together and she was loving it. Ever since they had been trapped in the elevator for over two hours together, they had been inseparable, helping each to her through the traumatizing event, eventually finding comfort in loving one another.
"I'm going to get coffee" She heard Tony yell from outside the bathroom and she responded with a simple 'OK'
When Tony got back to the apartment the door was slightly ajar. That had been the third time in just that week the door had not shut all the way when he left. That was probably the only downfall to their beautiful home.
"Honey, I'm home' He called out in a sing song voice, assuming Ziva was in their room getting dressed or doing her hair. When he got no response he noticed how the apartment was eerily quiet, there was no sound at all of Ziva moving about. He grabbed his gun out of the fake book on the shelf and continued cautiously through the rooms of his home. After checking every room but the bedroom, which is where he was currently headed, he still hadn't found Ziva. Upon entering his room he found a syringe, yet no Ziva, and his gut told him that this wasn't good. He immediately dialed Gibbs.
"Gi-" Tony cut Gibbs off before he could even finish answering the phone.
"Have you heard from Ziva?" Tony asked urgently.
"No, wh-" Gibbs was cut off again
"Oh god..Gibbs she isn't here, I-I-I found a needle in the bedroom, and the door was open when I c-c-came back from getting us coffee's, and she not in the apartment anyplace" He was beginning to lose it. "Oh god Gibbs what if-." It was Tony who was cut off this time.
"I'll be right over" Gibbs said before he hung up and the line went dead.
Tony just felt so helpless, and that was one of the things he hated most. He hated not being able to control a situation. He went to check over the bedroom again, just to have something to do. Becoming Special Agent DiNozzo, he noticed several factors that could add to his theory of Ziva being kidnapped. First the hair dryer was plugged in. Ziva only had the hair dryer plugged in when she used it, otherwise she kept the chord wrapped up and the dryer in a drawer. If she was drying her hair she wouldn't have heard someone come in, especially if the door was open. Damn, why hadn't he just double checked the door! It would have taken two seconds, and Ziva would have heard someone struggling to get in the door. Tony also found her cell phone on the night stand next to their bed, if she left on her own she would have brought it. Her purse was thrown on the chair in the corner of the room with her coat, also things she would have probably taken with her in the middle of January.
"DiNozzo?"
"In here , Gibbs.'' Tony called back to him. Gibbs came into the bedroom with a nervous Abby and McGee behind him. "Her cell, purse, and coat are all here. I think she was in the middle of drying her hair. No signs of forced entry, but sometimes the door doesn't shut all the way unless you really shove it closed."
"So you think she was kidnapped?" McGee asked quietly.
"Yes"
