"Come on, Tony." Ziva said as she stood from her desk and pulled her coat on.
Her partner was slouched in his chair with his head on his desk. He groaned and shook his head against the paper on the desk making it crinkle.
"Owww." He whined as he lifted his head and rubbed his red forehead.
"Friction burn, yes?" Ziva smirked as she reached behind and pulled out his coat. "Get up."
"Zivaaaa." He pouted as he looked up at her with sad, tired green eyes.
"Why don't you just leave him there?" McGee questioned as he watched Ziva throw the jacket at Tony and order him to put it on.
"Do you want to hear him whine about his back tomorrow?" Ziva asked as she glared at Tim. Tim rapidly shook his head no. "Neither do I."
"Good thinking." McGee smiled as he watched Tony yawn loudly while stretching his arms over his head.
"Let's go." Ziva said as she reached into Tony's drawer and took his keys.
"You're not driving my car, woman." Tony hissed in a pathetic whisper.
"I'm taking your keys so no one else drives your car." Ziva said as she slipped them into her pocket. "Unless you want me to leave them here?"
"No." he sighed with another yawn.
"You're taking him back to your place?" Tim asked with a raised eyebrow. He was still curious about what happened between them 5 years ago, being as Tony never gave him a straight answer.
"I am taking him home, to his place." Ziva said as she turned and pushed Tony towards the elevator. "Goodnight McGee."
"'Night Ziva, 'night Tony." McGee called as they walked away.
"Goodnight McCenterFielder." Tony called weakly and Ziva laughed at him. "Don't laugh." He pouted and stuck his lower lip out as she continued to laugh.
"Stop talking, Tony, Ducky told you not to talk for 24 hours." Ziva said as she pushed the button for the parking garage. "It is okay to be silent."
Tony crossed his arms across his chest and glared at her. Ziva glanced at him and laughed. The elevator doors opened and they quickly exited towards Ziva's car.
"Where are we going?" Tony asked as he continued to pout in the passenger seat.
"Your place." Ziva said and Tony snickered. "Not like that, I am just dropping you off."
"Stay." Tony pleaded hoarsely as Ziva came to a red light.
"Okay." Ziva agreed seeing the sick boy who was always left alone when he was ill as opposed to the whiney agent who literally couldn't shut up.
They rode in silence the rest of the short drive to his place. Ziva smiled as she watched Tony stare at his door, looking between the lock and the number. She tapped his shoulder and he turned to her. Just as he was about to say something she placed her finger firmly over his mouth and placed his apartment keys in his hand. He smiled sheepishly and opened the door, stepping aside to let her in first.
"Thank you." Ziva said with a wink as she ran her hand across his abdomen as she walked by and he groaned.
"What now?" Tony asked as she flipped the light on and turned back to him.
"Movie?" Ziva asked with a soft, almost nervous, smile.
"Yeah." Tony rasped with a nod.
"You change into something more comfortable and I will make you something for dinner." Ziva offered. He accepted and headed towards his bedroom.
She knew her way around his kitchen better than she knew her way around her own. In the five years she'd been in America, she had lived in three different places but Tony remained in the same apartment. Even when he was sent afloat he kept his apartment.
She also knew Tony better than anyone. His favorite thing for dinner was not pizza and beer but breakfast. And he always kept instant pancakes around. Ziva laughed as she opened the fridge and saw bacon, exactly how nice did she want to be to him?
"I smell bacon!" Tony shrieked. Ziva whipped around quickly surprised by how high his voice was. "Sorry."
"It is fine." Ziva laughed as he blushed slightly. "I am almost finished."
"Can't wait." He said as he stood next to her and watched as she expertly flipped the pancakes.
Ziva eyed him out of the corner of her eye. He looked good, really good. He was wearing old black sweatpants paired with his old Ohio State shirt. She always like him better in his casual wear than those tight fancy suits. His hair was wet and messy and his face was scruffy.
"Here you go." Ziva said as she handed him the plate of pancakes with bacon.
"Thanks." He said in a whisper as they headed towards the couch. "Banana!" he squealed again and Ziva laughed. The blush was very obvious on his cheeks.
"I bet you have not had these voice problems since puberty, yes?" Ziva grinned as she reached over and tapped his cheek.
"Thank you for dinner." Tony croaked.
"You are welcome." Ziva said as she finished her pancakes. He finished soon after with a satisfied grunt and melted back into the couch. She tilted her head and watched him for a second then took his plate and headed back into the kitchen.
"Here." Tony said as he held out a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt.
"What's this?" Ziva asked, not even realizing he had left the couch.
"You said you would stay." Tony shrugged. "This is what you always wear when you stay."
"Okay." Ziva said and took the clothes from him. "I will go change then?"
"Yeah." Tony said softly with his rare shy smile.
"Pick a movie, I will be back shortly." Ziva said happily as she headed towards his bedroom instead of the bathroom.
Tony groaned as he watched her close the door to his room. He knew he wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight knowing she was naked in his room, without him there. Also he knew that she would see the picture on his nightstand. The picture of her, in Paris, that he had reprinted in black and white.
When she returned from his bedroom he was sitting on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table. He was staring at the menu screen for Ms. Congeniality.
"Ready?" he asked softly as she rounded the couch and went to sit at the opposite side. He frowned as he pressed play and looked at the distance between them on the couch.
"Lay down, Tony." Ziva said as she grabbed a pillow from behind her and laid it against her thigh.
Tony grinned and threw the pillow on the floor. Ziva rolled her eyes at his giddiness and waited for him to settle himself against her before paying attention to the movie.
"That feels nice." Tony almost purred as he melted into her even more. She was stroking his hair, letting her nails gently rake against his scalp. He had gotten a shower while she made dinner so his hair was soft and not filled with sticky wax.
"So you are married?" Ziva asked as she started to play with his hair instead of stroke it. Tony flipped on his back to look up at her confused. "You told the gorgeous woman in the bikini who wanted to have sex with you in the Jacuzzi you were married."
"You thought she was hot too?" Tony asked with a smirk. Ziva glared and pinched his neck. "Ow, ow, ow." He whined as he tried to wiggle away from her.
"Watch the movie." Ziva laughed as he continued to whimper.
"I'm tired." He cried as he turned so his back was to the T.V. and snuggled his face into her stomach. His voice was still raspy and hoarse.
"When people ask me if I have children and I say yes." Ziva started as she stroked the back of his neck. He mumbled something into her stomach. "I am talking about you."
"I'm not your baby." Tony complained as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"And I am not your mother." Ziva laughed as she moved her hands from his and stroked up and down his back causing him to shiver. "Come'on Tony, go to bed."
"Okay." He agreed but didn't make an attempt to even get up.
"Tony." She repeated as she shook him gently. "Get up, because I will leave you here."
"Fine." He huffed as he rolled off of her and stood before her. He held his hand out to her and she looked at him curiously. "Let's go to bed."
"You go to bed and I will lock up and turn everything off." Ziva smiled as she squeezed his hand and nudged him in the direction of his bedroom. Tony didn't let go of her hand though. He turned back to her and was about to pout. "I promise, Tony, I will not leave." He nodded, dropped her hand and headed towards his bedroom.
Ziva watched him for a moment and walked back to the couch to grab the remote and turn the TV and DVD player off. Then she made her way across his living room to the front door. She dead bolted it and secured the chain and flipped all the lights off and went to Tony's room, making a detour in the kitchen.
"Here." Ziva said softly as she placed a glass of water on his nightstand.
"Thanks." Tony smiled as he leaned up and took a sip of the water.
"Nice picture by the way." Ziva smiled as she tapped the frame and leaned down and pressed a kiss to his temple.
"I like it." Tony mumbled. He stared at her still surprised from the kiss.
Ziva gazed at him for a second longer and walked around the bed to climb in next to him. He immediately turned on his side to face her.
"You might as well say what you have to say, Tony, you have not been very good at keeping quiet." Ziva smiled as she moved closer to him, so close their noses were touching.
"I learned a lotta new things about you today." Tony smirked.
"Like what?" Ziva asked as she ran her finger down his jaw. She was sincerely enjoying their intimacy and how easily it came to them, without being awkward.
"Your blood type is O Positive. You were born in Be'er Sheva, Israel. Your mom's name is Rivka. Your social security number is 901-32-5688." Tony struggled to say and Ziva punched him in the gut and even in the dark she could see his eye bug out. "Ow."
"You memorized my social?" Ziva gasped. "How did you get all this information?"
"McGee left his laptop open." Tony said proudly. "I peaked while you were playing Mossad minx."
"You know what, you should stop talking." Ziva laughed as she reached out to stroke his hair again.
"I already knew your birthday." Tony bragged in his frog like voice. "November 12, 1982. You're just a baby."
"I am not a baby!" Ziva yelped and Tony chuckled. "You are the baby."
"I know, sweetheart." Tony smiled as he nudged her hand with his head so she would start stroking his hair again.
"That is the second time you called me sweetheart in a month."
He didn't say anything but snuggled into his pillow and continued to watch her through the dark.
"Just so you know." Ziva started. "I miss the old Tony."
"The old Tony?" he asked confused. He went to continue but she pressed her finger to his lips.
"The casual Tony. The one who wore jeans, not those tight suits. The less obnoxious, Tony-." Ziva continued but she was cut off by his finger against her lips.
"I get it." He sighed and moved closer to her. "Thank you for staying with me."
"Anytime." Ziva smiled as she leaned in and kissed forehead.
"Am I really that annoying?" he pouted much like a bullied kindergartener.
"Only when you try to be." Ziva laughed. "And we all know you try to be." That didn't seem to make him any happier so she opted for a different approach. "I know you do not like to show your emotions or act like you are anything more than a frat boy investigator but people, I, like you best when you demonstrate your thoughtfulness and sensitivity."
"I am not sensitive." He whined.
"Of course not." She laughed, still stroking his hair.
"Remind me to teach you about sex and baseball." He whispered tiredly with an enormous yawn.
"You know I know about sex and you now know I know about baseball." Ziva said confused as his eyes finally closed.
"But you don't know what they mean together." He smirked in his half asleep state. "Like what first base means, or second, or-."
"Third?" Ziva finished for him and he cracked an eye open to glare at her.
"Or a homerun." He said and wiggled his eyebrows with his eyes still closed.
"Go to sleep." Ziva laughed as she removed her hands from his hair and rested against her pillow. "And I do not want to feel your knee tonight."
"Well, I can't make any promises." Tony smiled as he moved closer to her.
"Tony!"
"What? I'm sick." He justified with a smirk.
"That is right." Ziva laughed. "You are sick."
A/N: So this is what's up:
The info that Tony said he learned about Ziva was all real, if you pause the part where McGee deletes Ziva's records you can see it. Fell free to use it if you don't want to go back and check to make sure it's right.
I am going to leave this as in-progress because *SPOILER ALERT* 8.06 the synopsis says that "DiNozzo's latest fling leads to an interesting Halloween" and 8.07 DiNozzo Sr. returns and he and Ziva go on a date. *END SPOILER ALERT* So I may be inspired to add onto this, I may just be pissed that Tony's fling is the same old shit and it could kill my muse for 8.07 because this is NCIS and nothing really ever changes. Lol.
Any who I have three other one-shots I'm working, keep an eye out. One may be Tony teaching Ziva about sex and baseball? What do you think?
