Waking Up

As usual in any fanfiction the disclaimer is that I own none of these characters so please do not sue. I use them for my own fun and that's it!

Btw this is my first story I ever posted. This is a revised version and I want to thank Jenna for helping me rewrite part of this chapter and thank hundan for pointing out a mistake I made in the original post. Enjoy.

Kimmie

This is rated NC-17 for smut and language.

Chapter 1

Team Gibbs were discussing the 'Mole' problem when the suspected mole herself came waltzing up to their little threesome. Ziva stared the girl down—it was the assassin in her, but Tony of course went off the cuff and blathered on about a beauty mark and it being benign. Tim looked confused, but went with his senior field agent, and as usual McGee was slightly amazed at Tony's ability to just come up with a conversation or excuse at a drop of the hat. Ziva had to stop the eye roll as her partner charmed Michelle with his 'beauty-mark' routine. He was too much, yet as always he managed to surprise her with his ability to think on his feet. It was, by far, the thing that made him such a good undercover agent.

Tony turned on the charm and Michelle had not a clue of the virulent anger he barely managed to keep out of his voice when he told the 'lawyer-agent' that their side had lost the 'quote-end-quote' "War-Game". Tony looked cool as a cucumber, but the curl in his lip when he simulated the fist to the chin gave witness to what he really felt. As far as Tony was concerned everything in his world at NCIS had tilted on its axis last night and not just because the mission had been compromised and he and Ziva had been caught. No, what had made it truly unforgettable was the exact second he realized that he'd been used once again and that Gibbs might be in on the plan too.

Now that, had been the sucker punch that had nearly floored Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. He was sick of the higher ups and their secret agendas and duplicitous actions. Considering the shit Jenny had put him through last year—was it really surprising that this kind of deception was the proverbial 'straw that broke the camels' back'? Jenny's mission with La Granuille and Jeanne had nearly broken him. In that op he'd broken rule number 10—never become personally involved, but he hadn't really had a choice…His job was to basically seduce the girl. And he had in spades, but it had been wrong. Just like this whole mess—he felt it. Tony was tired of the politics and he was tired of being used as a pawn in someone else's game. He could easily see Vance doing this, but Gibbs? That was the one piece of this puzzle he just couldn't wrap his mind around. Why? Leroy Jethro Gibbs had never bowed down to any of the politics or overblown bureaucracy of the agency. Why would he start now? And why use his team to do it?

It was that suspicion that made his gut twist as Tony marched back to his desk and threw himself into his chair. Angry and confused he rifled through his files, looking for a case—any case to distract him from the myriad of suspicions and conspiracy theories waging war in his head, but he kept coming back to the nonexistent case that had been a lie from the beginning and what exactly the whole charade meant. Finally he punched up the case on his computer and reread the report looking for something-anything he might have missed. Nothing. All re-reading it did was give him with a headache. It did nothing to aleviate his confusion and anger. Had Gibbs known? Tony gave up trying to act productive and finally let his head fall. "Fuck…" he muttered and buried his head in his hands.

Ziva noticed Tony's slumped position when she reentered the bullpen and paused beside his desk for a second. The waves of anger rolling off those broad shoulders were palpable. he was so tense she almost reached out to him. Her hand even hovered midair, ready to soothe him, but touching him, feeling those muscles bunch under her hand would open a different can of worms. One she was unprepared to examine-at least not now. Silently she let her hand drop and went back to her own desk instead. Pulling out her chair, she said, "Putting your face in the sand will not solve the issue, Tony." His head snapped up and his bright green eyes were intense—angry, but she went on, ignoring the warning look on his handsome face. "It is whatever it is. Someone makes the decisions and others follow orders. It's just the way things are."

His lip curled into a sneer. "It's hiding your head in the sand, Ziva. And I'm not," he said, turning his silent glare from her to look up the stairs to the director's office. His jaw tightened until a muscle ticked there. "I'm just trying not to go up there and tell the toothpick what I really think of him," he growled, suddenly standing up and pushing his chair back so forcefully that it bounced off the filing cabinet behind him and overturned. He slammed his hands down flat on his desk and leaned forward, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "You can tell yourself that what happened last night is okay, but it isn't."

"Tony it is politics. It isn't personal."

"I know that, but I still don't like it."

She gave a small snort and without thinking shot back, "Well, I am surprised you even care, considering you are so busy playing the role of the jokester that you rarely take anything seriously—including your job!" Ziva regretted the words as soon as she spoke them. Tony may hide behind the face of a clown, but he was a very good investigator and a rock solid agent. He didn't deserve that.

He reacted as if she'd slapped him. His face paled as he took a step back. "And you said you needed a paper-clip to mortally wound a guy..." he quipped, but there was no humor in his voice and Ziva actually felt the chill that settled over him at her uncalled for attack.

"I am—" She'd started to say she was sorry, but he cut her off with a slash of his hand before she could finish.

"Save it—don't show weakness now, David. You haven't pulled your punches yet. Don't start now," he bit out, pulling his shirt collar aside and exposing the strong column of his neck. "Here's my jugular. Go ahead, go for the kill. Maybe you want to remind me I couldn't save Kate or how I let Jenny die too?"

He was furious and most likely hurt too. She didn't blame him. "No. Tony, I didn't—"

"Don't. Don't try and tell me you didn't mean it."

"But I did not," she said. He crossed his arms over his chest and Ziva went on, "I should not have said that. You are more than competent and what happened with either Jenny or Kate was not your fault. It's just—"

"It's what Zee-Vah?" he interrupted, drawing out her name sarcastically. She started to answer but he snorted, abruptly cutting her off. "Whatever. I don't have time for this," he said, gathering up his stuff with brusque, angry movements. "I need answers and arguing with you is only making my headache worse."

Ziva took a deep breath to calm her own temper. He was not listening to a word she said. While she might deserve his anger, he could at least give her a chance to explain. "Tony, wait. You are angry and I understand. I should not have said what I did, but I was trying to get you to see that sometimes decisions are made and it is not our job to question them. We do what is asked and that is all-even if we do not like it. That is what I meant."

He heaved a long sigh, pushing around a few folders on his desk. "Yeah, that's not what you said, but whatever. You may be able to shut off your emotions in the blink of an eye, but I can't," he told her leveling those long lashed green eyes on her. Ziva flinched at the roiling emotions there. Tony's eyes usually danced and sparkled with either mirth or mischief, but in that moment they were dark. Turbulent. No sparkle, just seething anger. Ziva looked away and Tony smirked as he pushed his chair up to the desk. "But then again you were trained better than I was, right? How many times have you told me that?" He didn't wait for an answer. "But, in my defense, if playing the 'jokester', as you put it, keeps me out of the drama of the director's office then I'm fine if everyone sees me as nothing more than a clown." he paused and their eyes colided and held for several seconds. "But I thought you of all people knew me better than that," he muttered, rounding his desk and taking off towards the elevators before she could answer.

Ziva stared after him with a sad look of regret. Usually Tony hid his emotions well, but not tonight. He was in obvious pain and now part of that was her fault. Her heart thudded in her chest, disturbingly painful as she called after him, but he kept walking, ignoring her. Ziva hesitated only a second before she took of after him. When she rounded the corner of the elevators she could see him punching the buttons in an attempt to either break them or get them to close faster, she wasn't sure but she was betting on the latter The doors started to close and his fist hit the buttons on the panel hard—maybe he was trying to break them after all. While the doors were still ajar Ziva took that moment to leap into the elevator with him.

"Oomph," she said, landing with an easy grace beside him. "That one hurt."

He shot her a look of annoyance at her highjacking the elevator with him. "No, it didn't," he shot back, pacing the small space of the lift like a caged tiger.

Ziva's doe eyed gaze roamed over him. Prowling like he was, he looked like a tiger too—or maybe a lion with his golden coloring. There was no denying he was strikingly handsome. Arrogant too and Ziva was sure that his flirtatious grin had charmed more than his fair share of women into doing God knows what, but that didn't make him any less attractive in her eyes. No, it was just Tony and his cockiness was also part of his charm, even if it did make her want to smack him from time to time.

Despite her attraction to him, Ziva wasn't one to melt over a handsome face and as always, she spoke her mind. "Look, I too hoped things would be different by now."

Normally he'd make a quip or a joke, but the Tony DiNozzo stalking back and forth was not the jester everyone was used to. He was acting more like a predator than a clown and despite his ill-temper this side of Tony turned Ziva on even as he continued to ignore her. "I'd like to go up there and give Vance a piece of my mind…" he growled, pacing.

Ziva swallowed her rising desire. Maybe it was her Mossad training, but in that instant Tony DiNozzo was the sexiest animal she'd ever met. He was dangerous-exciting and subconsciously she pushed him even further—testing his temper to see if he'd snap. "Well, with the way you are losing it—I do not think you have enough to spare."

He spun and leveled his burning emerald stare on her for a split second. Ziva's belly tightened at the look of raw hunger—rage—lust—whatever it was on Tony's face, it was dark and sexy. Ziva's belly clenched in lusty anticipation as she'd never had she seen him look so hot and bothered. It was a look she'd not soon forget. They stared at each other and she almost leaned forward—offering up her lips, but in the next instant he turned his back on her and looked upward. Ziva quickly swallowed her disappointment as Tony muttered, "Like to take that toothpick of his and shove it up the Sec-Nav's cigar…"

That image alone was too funny, and more like the Tony DiNozzo she'd come to care a great deal about so she chuckled huskily—a tad sarcastically even as she egged him on even further. He needed to vent this rage or else he'd say it to the wrong person and that Ziva couldn't allow. "You have had enough of this job then…" she taunted.

Tony snorted, barely glancing at her. "I like the job—I don't like the politics. I wasn't kidding about that earlier."

Angry that he was dismissing her so easily and that he would endanger his job and their partnership, Ziva lashed out, "If you had ever had some military training then maybe you would have learned to follow orders," she snapped, raising up on her tip-toes so that she was almost at eye level with him.

His eyes widened at the vehemence in which she delivered her statement, but then his temper went hot and he leaned in, towering over her and getting right up in her face. "Like you?" he asked her, obvious in his sarcasm. "We were given a direct order not to engage. I recall you were the first one to throw a punch."

The cocky smirk he gave her made Ziva's hair stand on end. "It was a reflex," she fired back.

Tony simply looked at her and the smirk didn't change. "Hmm. Really?" he retorted. "Then what happened after?" His voice rose. Rough—husky—it was sexy and it made Ziva's pulse rate accelerate. This was a side of Tony rarely seen. "Cause the last thing I remember," He told her staring straight down at her, giving her no quarter, "is you kimbo-slicing through a room full of guards. Was that a reflex too?"

The tension was so thick you could literally slice it with a knife. The air in the elevator seemed heated—charged as Ziva stepped closer to him. "Yes!" she spat. "It was!" The previous night flashed in her head. 'How dare he question why she lost it…Wasn't it obvious?' Her temper spiked and suddenly she was overwhelmed with emotion as she defended her actions. "A gunshot went off—" She pointed at his head, "and I saw you—" In that second it all came back. Those few moments-gut wrenching, eternal seconds that she'd believed Tony dead to her. Ziva's throat closed, choking up and her words died a strangled death as she could no longer explain why she did what she did—it was just too hard with all her roiling emotions.

Xx***NCIS***Xx

Time seemed to stand still and Tony stared, stunned. He'd have never guessed-well maybe at one time he'd thought she had it as bad for him as he did for her, but it had seemed to fade. They still flirted occasionally, but they no longer had that smouldering 'eye-sex' they'd indulged in when she'd first started at NCIS. But maybe they'd just gotten better at hiding, because the burning desire in Ziva's eyes was so blatantly obvious that the words 'I want you' might as well be printed it across her forehead.

His adams' apple bobbed and he stepped closer to her, invading her space. "Ziva…" he murmured, green eyes searching her face intently. Ziva took a ragged breath but said nothing, but it was obvious-the reason for Ziva's explosion earlier was because she'd been worried about him. It blew his mind and for the first time Tony didn't want to fight his feelings anymore. Ziva sucked in a sharp breath as he took a step even closer. Their faces were mere inches apart as he whispered. "I'm tired of pretending…"

Ziva couldn't stop the shudder that went through her like a bolt of lightning. The heat in his eyes—the passion she felt in him. It was all too much and every nerve in her body sizzled as a low, burning heat coiled in her belly, making that spot between her thighs throb and ache painfully. It made her knees weak. "So am I," she admitted, knowing full well that with those words she was letting Pandora out of the box and once out—there would be no putting it back…

Tony's hands clenched and his entire body pulsed with awareness. Finally. He licked his lips and Ziva trembled, teetering on that edge, wanting to jump, yet terrified of the fall and then Tony reached out and flipped the switch of the elevator. It ground to a halt and the lights dimmed immediately. In the sudden soft lighting Ziva moaned softly as she stared at the man she'd wanted, yet denied for so long. That small sound was like a gunshot in the silence of the elevator and Tony gave a low growl in response. He'd swear later that every drop of blood in his overheated body headed south of his belt buckle in that's second and his cock ached for her.

The simple truth was—neither of them could wait any longer. This—explosion of raw sexual energy—it was something so long in coming that it had pretty much been a matter of when-not if- it would happen. Afterwards, neither was really sure who moved first, but in one moment Tony and Ziva were teetering on the edge-almost touching, aching for each other and then in the next Ziva was wrapped around Tony like a skin suit and he had his mouth slanted over Ziva's lips, tasting, licking and kissing her as if he didn't need oxygen and could simply draw his breath from her. Soft moans and low groans bounced off the metal walls of the elevator as the two partners finally gave in to that underlying sexual energy that had always been there, just hovering, almost breathing under every conversation and shared look they'd had since Ziva had joined the team.

"Jesus Ziva," Tony groaned as she grabbed him by the belt buckle and yanked him forward, wrapping a leg around his hip and grinding herself against the bulge in his pants.

Normally, Tony probably would have let her have her way—after all she liked to be on top and he didn't mind, but today he wasn't feeling at all submissive so he grabbed her by the hair at the nape of her neck and yanked her head back, exposing the soft curve of her delicate throat. Tony zeroed in on the spot behind her ear, paying homage to it with lips, tongue and teeth before trailing hot, wet kisses down her neck, nipping at her pulsing jugular and making the Mossad officer cry out in glorious ecstasy.

"Toneeyy..." she panted, moving along the hard muscle of his thigh, seeking the friction that would send her over the edge.

Tony smiled against her flesh. She was almost there. Her body was already tensing and the sounds she was making...it was music to his ears. "Like that don't you, Zee-vah…?" he purred, sliding his hand down her belly and cupping her mound through the dark blue pants she wore. She clutched his shoulders, whimpered and opened her legs to give him easier access. Tony's smile broadened and he went to work-in earnest on getting Ziva off. His sexy Israeli partner might be able to kill him in over a hundred ways including a paperclip and a credit card, but in this Tony knew he could hold his own. He may have bragged conceitedly about his sexual exploits, but he'd never fabricated them. He was determined to use every trick and bit of experience he had to make Ziva his. She may know how to use her body as a weapon, but Tony knew how to make her body sing.

Without breaking his rhythm stroking her Tony got her pants unbuttoned. His mouth took possession of her lips in a deep kiss just as his hand slipped inside her jeans and found the hot flesh of her woman's mound. He ran the pads of his fingers along the plump folds of her sex, using his thumb and forefinger to gently tug at her clit as his middle finger slid deeply into the tight, wet confines of her passage.

"You feel so good-so tight..." he groaned against her lips.

Ziva threw her head back, arched her hips into his touch. "Yesss!" she hissed, wrapping her arms and legs around his body. His thumb pressed against her clitoris again, harder and rubbed her in a way that sent her senses spinning. Ziva muttered something in Hebrew and practically climbed up on top of him, clinging to him like a spider monkey as she ground against his hand in an effort to find relief.

Tony peeled her off him and wrapped his arms around her. His chest heaved, panting as he turned them so that her chest was pressed against the elevator and her back was to him. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her flush against his groin as he ground his erection against the firm globes of her tight, rounded ass.

"Can't wait any longer..." he muttered, his jaw so tight a muscle ticked furiously as he tried to cool his raging desire down to just a dull roar. "Sorry if it's rough..." he said as he tugged her pants down and unbuckled his belt. He wanted to be patient and slow, but he didn't see it as a real possibility. He'd wanted her for too damned long and now he was about to have her.

Ziva pressed back against him. "Tony quit talking. We have waited long enough."

He chuckled. "Right." And she was. They had waited long enough. Tony was more than ready to find out if the reality of being inside Ziva David was as good as his fantasies. She glanced at him over her shoulder and her sultry dark eyes flared with lust when she noticed he was unbuttoning his pants. She licked her lips and breathlessly asked him to hurry. Tony's knees wobbled and he had the distinct feeling that reality was going to be far, far better...

**NCIS**

I know how evil to leave it there, but the next chap will be all good stuff so I didn't want to make this too long. RR and let me know how dirty you wasn't the smut! Lol. Please R&R so that musie will inspire me to make the next part super-duper hot!