A.N. This is a story I have been wanting to write for sooooooo lonnng. Its about our two favorite NCIS agents Ziva and Tony. I wrote this while listening to Poker Face. Hope you like it. Please Remember to Review.
Summary: Ziva has a lot of questions one morning after a case in Vegas. Like why is she in an unfamiliar hotel room? More importantly, why is she lying on Tony's chest wearing nothing but a ring.
Ziva's POV
I woke up to the sharp sound of knocking.
"Room Service," came a voice from outside the room.
"No thank you," I yelled with out opening my eyes, wincing at the sound of my own voice.
I must be hangunder, strange I usually hold my liquor well.
Last I remember night we finished the case busting the Colombian drug lords. Me, Tony, and the local team went out for a drink. After that Everything becomes a blur.
Something warm shifts under me, I become aware of a strong arm slung over my back.
Reaching for my gun at my waist, it isn't there. Nothings there, not even any clothes.
Shit!
I open my eyes to see who I slept with. But I am unprepared for the sight that meets my eyes.
A smiling, sleeping, and very naked Anthony DiNozzo.
"TONY!"
Tony's POV
I hear someone yelling, ARGH. I am soooooooooo Hungover.
Last night I remember going for drinks with Ziva and the local team, Lots of Drinking and dancing.
I wonder what happened to Ziva?
Something soft, heavy is lying on me. I must have gotten lucky last night.
To bad I can't remember it.
She smells nice, like honey, vanilla, and cinnamon.
I smiled and tried to snuggle closer.
"TONY!"
I know that voice!
I hear it every day at work. The sexy accent, the hint of anger / annoyance.
That voic beloges to none other than, Ziva David.
"Ziva!?"
A.N. Hahah that was fun to write.