Prepare yourself: For I am going to shamelessly advertise for the sequel to this story, here on this chapter. Shamelessly. Okay, there is shame. Anyway. It's something unpredictable needs some love and attention. It's the promised sequel that took me a devastatingly long time to get around to amidst my procrastination and terrible organisational skills.

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Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or anything else that might happen to come up in this story that you watched at the movies last night or heard on the radio this morning.

Totally a Tiva, McAbby and Jibbs. I'm a relationshipper. Gotta love the love.

This is quite a long story. I have so far wrote about 40k words and have 18 chapters. Its still being written and I will post a chapter every other day providing I remember. I should do though. If I don't kick me or something. Next update: Tuesday.

P.S. This doesn't count as a chapter, it's a prologue. Its purely Tiva at the beginning really though we get some McAbby later on. Much loves kate xxx


Prologue

The team had just had one of the roughest weeks so far, Tony's beloved car had been blown to smithereens, and everybody believed he had been inside when it happened. Ziva and Abby had been the worst affected, although Ziva tried not too show it. Some time later however, Tony had walked joyously back into the bullpen, a grin on his face that failed to stretch to his eyes. The rest of the day had passed in a blur to Tony and Ziva; Tony wanted to explain everything to Ziva, while she wanted to shoot him for lying to them all.

The two didn't get a chance to talk to each other that day as Tony was constantly being harassed by several members of the team, and others. He was hit on the back hugged and shook hands with people he didn't even recognise. By the time he had managed to thin the crowds of congratulators it was well past leaving time and he was saddened to notice Ziva had left. He quickly extracted himself from the well wishers and headed out of the building.

Ziva was already at home, she had changed out of her work clothes into a simple black vest top and a pair of black combat pants. She was walking barefooted through her house humming to music blasting out from her CD player; she was heading towards the kitchen when she heard a knock on the door. She pulled the gun she had concealed at the base of her back out and slowly headed towards the door. When she got to her door she leaned up onto her toes to peer through the peep hole in the door. She leaned back and quickly pulled the door open; Tony looked her up and down before walking in.

"Expecting trouble?" He queried eyeing the gun she was still clutching; she shrugged before closing the door behind Tony. She slowly turned to face him, the gun remaining in her hand, hanging by her side. She stared at Tony directly in his eyes; it was so intense he had no option but to look away. Turning to face her CD player he slowly walked towards it and switched it off, she remained burning her gaze into his back.

"Why are you here Tony?" She couldn't help but keep the bitterness out of her voice, but she didn't really care, it was how she felt. Betrayed. She continued to stare at him, softer now, as he struggled to get the words out to form what he was trying to say.

"I, I, Well, I want to tell you what was going on with, well everything." He looked down at the carpet at this point and so Ziva walked into her kitchen, hearing Tony sigh as she did so. She came out a few minutes later with a bottle of whisky and a couple of glasses. She sat down on her sofa and placed the bottle and glasses on the table in front of her. She poured out two glasses and picked one up. She leant back into the chair, bringing her legs up and sitting cross legged. She went to take a swig of the liquid sloshing around in her glass but Tony caught her eye.

"You're meant to drink it." She stated before continuing to pour her own drink down her throat. Tony grabbed the glass and collapsed onto the sofa next to her, drinking the whole serving in one shot. She raised an eyebrow at him; she leant across and topped up both of their glasses. After a few minutes of silence Tony began to talk. Ziva sat up a little, wriggling in her chair as he embarked on retelling her everything that happened to him.

"Her name was Jeanne Benoit. Director told me to get close to her, her dad is Rene Benoit, La Grenouille. I was dating her for nearly seven months, I, I really cared for her. Got too involved, was a fool." He sighed looking down at his empty glass. He began to tell Ziva the story of everything that had happened to him in the past few months. She sat silently listening to his every word. After he had managed to retell everything he could remember after four glasses of whisky.

"Want to know something Tony?" He nodded at her, reaching for the bottle of whisky, pouring them both another shot. "I did the same thing; I fell for somebody I know I shouldn't have." She looked deep into Tony's eyes as he brought his glass up to his mouth. It never quite made it as he instead leant forward and kissed Ziva on the lips. He pulled back and stared into her eyes, she seemed a bit shocked. He retreated backwards slightly about to mouth an apology. She didn't give him a chance however, as she quickly returned his kiss, soft and quick. Tony took this and quickly pressed his lips back against hers, his hand found its way into her hair while his other was trying to put his glass on the table.

It was 0530, the following day and Ziva had just woken up in her bed, though she couldn't quite remember how she got there. That wasn't what seemed to have woken her though; no it was the man who had just wrapped his arm around her. She gently trued to turn around in his arms, she realised half way through this she wasn't wearing her pajamas, or in fact anything. She turned to face the man and what she saw was quite a surprise.

"TONY!" She exclaimed, obviously quite surprised to see him there. He shot up off the bed, and although Ziva was struggling to suppress the worry and anger she couldn't help but burst out laughing. He had reacted in exactly the same way when they were undercover as Sophie and Jean-Paul Renier. He suddenly looked down at himself and grabbed the blanket around the bottom of the bed wrapping it around his mid-section.

"Ziva? What, happen- Oooh, Flashback. Wow." Ziva threw a pillow at him at his last comment. He knelt down on the bed, her blanket still wrapped around him, the bed clothes were wrapped around Ziva.

"You remember?"

"Yeah, you don't?"

"No. Well bits and pieces, last thing I actually remember is when you picked me up. It's all a bit hazy." She answered, Tony quickly filled in some things she could remember, some things however didn't need to be spoken aloud. It was obvious why they woke up wrapped around each other.


So let me now what you think. Bearing in mind, I have already wrote 18 chapters for this. You're getting them whether you like it or not. Love Kate xxx