A/N - I do not own NCIS... at the moment. This is pretty much all smut - you have been warned. Kar - this smut is for you :P

Please review, I like to know if my midnights are well spent.

Tony gripped the sheets tightly. His perspiration soaked the blankets and pillows and his hands were slippery. He slid his hand smoothly up the woman's thigh, pausing at her buttock. Tony looked up to see her beautifully toned body moving closer to him, pressing him down into the mattress. Her dark hair fell over his face and he breathed in her sweet mysterious scent. Wrapping his arms tightly around her waist he pulled Ziva to his chest and rolled her onto her back. His lips wound their way along the base of her neck and towards her ear.

Ziva held him softly and whispered in his ear.

"Do it."

Her soft middle-eastern accent rolled of her tongue and rippled through Tony's body. She breathed out and tickled his ear. He pushed himself up for a moment and examined her. She was so in control, like always, but it was an incredible new feeling for Tony, being told what to do in bed. He smiled mischievously at her, and she returned it with a tiny shake of her hair and a tiny pout on her lips. Ziva lifted her face towards his, and his to hers and their lips met. Their tongues played around each others as they fell back into the pillows.

Brrrrrr, brrrrr. Brrrrrr, brrrrrr.

One of the phones on the bedside table flashed and rang. Ziva rolled Tony under her and pulled the sheet with her, covering her bare chest. She flicked her hair over one shoulder and leant over Tony's face to reach the cell phone. He watched intently as her breasts passed so close to his lips. Ziva put her hand lightly over his mouth and looked at the caller id.

McGee, she mouthed, her eyes widening slightly with worry. She sat back on her knees, one leg on either side of Tony's waist.

She flipped the cell open and pushed the green button.

"McGee,"

"Ziva? Is that you?" Tony's hands traced around her thigh as he watched her intently.

"Yes McGee, who else would it be?" She scrunched her face in annoyance at her fun being interrupted by him.

"Well, I thought I dialled Tony's cell."

Her face dropped. Tony froze, his hands clasped lightly on her hips.

"Oh, yes McGee. Tony is in the bathroom." She shrugged as she stammered to find an excuse. To her it sounded like the most obvious lie, but to any one but her it sounded like the truth. Tony rolled his eyes and dropped his arms by his side.

What? She mouthed angrily as she put her hand over the receiver.

In the bathroom? You're an international agent trained in counter intelligence, and that's the best lie you can come up with? He whispered back.

She glared at him and clenched her legs tightly, crushing Tony's body between them. He silently howled in pain.

"Tony was taking me to a film which he insisted I could not live with out seeing. I did not like it. My Name Is Somebody."

Tony grabbed the cell phone and covered the microphone, his face suddenly serious and slightly frustrated.

"Nobody. My Name Is Nobody." He whispered fiercely to her. Ziva pushed him roughly away and shook the cell phone from his grip.

"Right…" McGee always tuned out when it came to Tony and his movies. "There's a John Doe down in Virginia, suspicious circs, wearing navy fatigues, so it's our jurisdiction."

"Right, can you send me the address to my phone? We will meet you there."

She snapped the phone shut and breathed a sigh of relief. Releasing her iron grip on Tony's groin, she flicked her hair to either side of her face and looked down on her colleague. She could feel the warmth of his body through her legs and thighs, and she was very sure that he was conscious of exactly where on his body she was sitting.

Tony twisted the sheet around his hand, pulling it down from her hands, revealing her curves. Ziva completely let go of the material and leaned over him and placed the cell phone back on the night stand. His mouth opened slightly in mild shock at her unabashedness. She looked into his face curiously, slightly confused at his reaction. He knew she did not have the same self consciousness as others.

"We have to go to Virginia." Her beautiful accent ringing down Tony's spine.

"I know, I heard," he said slightly breathlessly. He was staring somewhat crossed eyed at Ziva's chest. His hand crept upwards.

"We have to go," she said dismissively, slapping his hand gently away.

She lifted her leg smoothly over Tony, and lifted herself off the bed. Tony rolled onto his side and watched her walk to the bathroom where her clothes where, pulling her hair back with a hair band. Her honey skin looked so smooth and her body so perfect that Tony ran his tongue over his bottom lip involuntarily.

She disappeared past the door. The sound of the shower taps squeaking into life echoed through the room. Tony threw the sheets off the bed into a messy pile on the floor. He looked around for his pants.

There you are. He said to his jeans silently. They were just visible from where he was standing. The bluey grey colour stood out on his red couch, and he pulled them from under the sofa cushion. He grinned as he spied Ziva's blouse on the corner of the coffee table. He stepped into his jeans and buckled up his belt. The hot air from the shower wafted over him and he turned to see the bathroom door still open, and he grabbed Ziva's discarded shirt.

"Do you want this?"

He asked suavely, leaning against the doorway. Ziva turned around and stoped drying herself.

"Yes, thank you."

She marched towards his and snatched it from his finger tips.

"Now out!"

She pushed the wet towel into his face and shoved him out the bathroom, shutting the door in his face.

He took the towel off his face and paused, holding it a little away from him and grinned. He threw it over the back of a chair and went to hunt for a clean shirt, when his phone buzzed.

Tony read the message and snapped the cell phone shut again.

"We're going to the main naval base, Ziva." He called out.

She leaned back around the door, just hiding her body with the door frame.

"I am driving," she smiled.