Author's note:
So another idea that occured in my mind found its way on the paper, or on my laptop to be more precise. :) I'm warning you, right here on the beginning, that this story will turn to M. So for those who wants to read it - read, enjoy and please review! All mistakes are mine because English is not my first language.
Disclaimer:
I do not own NCIS or the characters.
Sleepover in the Hammock
Chapter 1 – Broken car
Ziva tried to back out with the car from the access way to some unfinished house. Windshield wipers furiously tried to wipe away all the water that was coming down from one of the biggest storms she had ever experienced. Tony next to her sighed. "What?" she asked him angrily. "Hey, no need to be rude. Just admit that we've lost." Tony replied defending himself.
"OK! We have lost!" she shot back angrily and then sighed when she saw the hurt expression on his face. "Sorry, Tony. I'm not angry with you." She reached and squeezed his hand. "It's just… We are in a middle of nowhere in this horrible storm because of some stupid interrogation that was completely useless."
Well, that was true. They had to leave DC to interrogate victim's grandparents who were unable to come to NCIS so Gibbs sent Tony and Ziva to interrogate them. But then the storm began and from McGee's message that he left them, they knew about the blackout that hit the area of DC. And that was the reason why they had lost. Ziva was driving in absolute darkness while Tony tried to navigate her with a map.
"I know; I'm frustrated too." He replied with a grin. "Maybe, it's better that you are venting your frustration on me and not on the driving." She chuckled. "That's only because I don't want to kill myself." She replied while she finally turned around the car and started the way back to the road they left few minutes ago.
After few seconds of the ride the car bumped and stopped. Ziva groaned – that couldn't be real. If it was possible to kill the car she would kill it right away. She looked at Tony who had similar feelings judging by the look on his face. They were on some road in complete darkness; the only light was shining from the cars' lights.
"Do you think that we blew the tire?" she asked him nervously. He didn't answer but reached behind to his bag and found a flashlight. "I'll take a look." He said with resign and stepped out from the car. After minute or two he was back. "Yeah, we blew the tire." Ziva sighed. She was irritated – that was exactly what she needed right now – to be alone with Tony in the broken car. Why did she find it annoying but thrilling in the same time?
Tony tried to come up with some reasonable idea. He really didn't want to spend the time with Ziva in this small car. Not that he minded to be with her, but he was sure that she would kill him if they would stay here. Suddenly, an idea occurred in his head and he turned to Ziva and flashed her one of his best smiles.
"I've got an idea. There was this house, wasn't it?" Ziva nodded not sure where he was heading. "So, we can go there and last out this storm until morning. Then we can call somebody to find us." Ziva considered it for a while but then said: "Tony that could be classified as burglary. What if somebody is in there?"
He frowned. She was right – they could be arrested for this. "OK, so if somebody is in there, we can ask him for help. And if isn't… Well… We're federal agents! We can go wherever we want if we are in utmost situation." He was proud of himself. "From there we can call to NCIS to send somebody for us. And there can be also some food." He added after his stomach rumbled.
She smiled. "OK, that could work." She said as she found her flashlight. "Ready?" she asked him. He nodded and waved at her. "Ladies first." Ziva chuckled but decided to ignore it. She opened the door and made her way back to the house. Unfortunately, she tripped over the stone and fell on the ground straight to the mud. Tony approached her and helped her to stand. "You OK?" She nodded and they continued their way to the house.
When they reached it, they both pulled out their guns. Tony knocked on the door. "Hello! Is anybody in there?" he called out. Nothing. He tried to open. It was locked. Ziva sighed. She felt the mud on her clothes and it wasn't the best feeling in the world. "Do you have a hairpin?" he asked her. Ziva shot him an incredulous look. He really wants to break in?
"Uh… yes." She reached out to her hair and pulled out a hairpin. "Here." He smiled at her and noticed her nervousness. "It's OK, Zi. We have to do that and you know it." She nodded – he was right. They couldn't stay in the car in the middle of the storm. The house was safer and more comfortable than the car.
He turned to the door and began to open it. After few seconds he did it. "Yeah!" he shot his hands up in the winning gesture. She rolled her eyes and went inside. There was small hall which led to the living room. The living room was large and it was probably the only room which could be used because all other entrances were covered with canvases. Luckily there were one door and bathroom behind it.
In addition, in the middle of the living room there was small fireplace and kitchenette on the right. Tony immediately headed to the kitchenette and opened the fridge. "Oh, thank God, there is food!" he exclaimed. Ziva stood beside him and told him: "We can't eat it all, Tony." Tony whined. "But, I'm hungry! Besides we can leave them some money with the letter of thanks." He pouted at her. "Please?" he added with puppy's eyes.
"Fine." She rolled her eyes and turned back to the living room. "Well, it looks like that this is the only room which can be used." She stated while Tony was rummaging through the food in the fridge. "Do you think there is a bathroom?" she pointed to the door where bathroom was. Tony stuck out his head from the fridge and looked at Ziva. She was covered in mud and he completely understood why she was so eager to find the bathroom.
"Well, you can try it. I will make a fire in that fireplace and try to find out something where we could sleep. And also make something to dinner." She smiled. "Thanks, Tony. And call McGee or Gibbs just to let them know where we are." He nodded. "Will do. I'll take care of everything. Go inside and get rid of all of the mud." He nudged her towards the bathroom.
Ziva went to the bathroom with the flashlight. It was nice equipped and she was glad that she had some place where to try wash out the mud from her clothes. She slowly took her clothes off trying not to stain the rest of the bathroom. She put all of her clothes that was covered with mud to the sink and washed it out. Then she placed the clothes on various places in the bathroom to dry it out.
Suddenly, she realized that she was only in her panties. Her jeans, jacket, blouse even her bra were covered with the mud. She cursed. She didn't even have any spare clothes with her. What will I do? She asked herself. I can't parade in front of Tony just in panties! She knew that he would stare at her and even try to go further. And if such situation ever occurred she wouldn't be able to control herself.
She sat on the edge of the bathtub and desperately tried to come up with something. She glanced around the bathroom and an idea crossed her mind. She could use towels or the shower curtain! She stood up and began to rummage in cupboards. She really did hope to find something she could use to cover herself. It was her only chance how she could survive this night with Tony wearing just panties.
Meanwhile in the living room, Tony looked at his watch. It was after 8 o'clock. The storm and consequent blackout made darkness everywhere. He was relieved when he found fresh wood to the fireplace in the living room and the lighter too. He sat down on his knees and made the fire. The living room lit up with the amount of light he needed.
He noticed the closet in the corner and went to explore it. There were lots of massive candles so he put them out and placed them around the living room to make needed light. Finally, they had enough light in the living room to see properly. He explored the closet further trying to find something to sleep on. There was nothing – Tony almost resigned and prepared himself for sleeping on the floor when he noticed something brown. He pulled it out and discovered that it was a hammock.
He went over to the fireplace where two stanchions were. He unrolled the hammock and fastened it around the stanchions. It was big enough for two people to fit in. The only problem was – how could he convince Ziva to sleep with him in the hammock? Sleeping in the hammock included necessary touching and he wasn't sure how she could handle it. He was OK with that – it only gave him perfect excuse to be near Ziva and the necessary touching was just great bonus to it.
He wanted her so badly for the last few months but something always occurred and he had to slip his chance. They were growing closer and closer and he was sure that she felt the same way about him as he felt the way about her even though neither of them said it. They were through a lot of things and each of them showed how much they cared about each other. The only question was – who would take the first step? And Tony felt that situation like sleeping together in the hammock might be the one.
The End of Chapter 1
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