WICKED DEEDS
by MioneAlterEgo

RATING: T, for talk of illegal/immoral deeds... and a lil' steam.

DISCLAIMER: They're not mine. Oh, and I completely ripped off one line from the musical "Wicked." That's not mine, either.


Ziva David had done a lot of bad things in her life. For being someone who prided herself on her discipline and her ability to follow orders, there was also a side of her for which breaking the rules came as second nature. On the scale of relative sinfulness, she'd run the complete gamut from Minor Mischief (beginning with sneaking sweets before dinner as a child) all the way to Practically Evil by the time she was an adult.

She had used sex and her body as commodities to get what she wanted, whether gaining someone's trust or gathering some vital piece of intelligence. She had been the cause of physical and mental pain to others. Sometimes those duties were actually enjoyable.

She had taken the lives of fellow human beings. Most of them deserved it.

She had lied to people she truly loved. None of those people had deserved it.

Some sins were greater than others. Some days she had difficulty distinguishing how to tell the difference.

Yes, Ziva knew in her heart that she might have to answer to God some day for her actions. She had come to terms with this many years ago.

The fact that she was now hiding out in an interrogation room during working hours with her devilishly handsome partner would surely be added to her list of transgressions.

The two had left McGee at his desk doing paperwork for a recently completed case. Gibbs was in a meeting with Vance. Their window of opportunity had appeared quite unexpectedly. They left at different times so as not to draw suspicion, their rendezvous point and meeting time carefully arranged through a complex series of cryptic interoffice e-mails and less than subtle paper airplanes lobbed across the bullpen. Their plan was brilliant. No one was the wiser. They could be inconspicuously absent for approximately thirty minutes before arousing suspicion.

Speaking of arousing…

Tony's hands had already found their way inside her shirt where they were mercilessly teasing the bare skin of her midriff as his mouth assaulted her neck. For her part, she was doing her level best to work past the layers of clothing still separating them as her hands roamed up and down his back, grasping and scratching through the thin fabric in a playful attempt to get under his clothes in the same way that he had already gotten under her skin.

As Tony nibbled at the tender spot right below her ear, the absurdity of the situation hit her. They were behaving like teenagers, skipping class to go neck underneath the bleachers. She tried to stifle a giggle at the thought, but Tony felt the laughter bubbling up in her chest.

"What is it?" he asked, pulling back to look her in the eyes.

"Nothing," she whispered, lifting a hand to tug at his neck tie. "It's just, for the first time, I feel… wicked."

"Ask forgiveness later," he grumbled. His mouth slanted across hers, and any thoughts of choosing a more righteous path were banished from her mind.

Ziva David was a wicked woman.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks again to Zaedah for her extra eyes and encouragement. This one has been in my head for a while, so it's nice to get it out. :-) Hope you enjoyed it!