1-17

"Pizza?" Tony asked, dropping the box on his desk.

"Sure," Ziva said. She got up from here desk and walked over and sat on Tony's desk. "Where did you go?" Ziva asked biting into a slice of pizza.

"I needed a break and I got hungry," he shrugged.

"Does Gibbs know?"

"It's eight o'clock on a Friday night and we don't have a case.

"Oh, he minds," Gibbs said as he walked up from Abby's lab and continued on his way to MTAC. "Go home."

"Really?" Ziva called after him.

"Yeah, why not. You're not on call tomorrow, go and get some rest."

"Thanks, Boss." Tony grabbed his bag and the pizza box before Gibbs could change his mind.

"Hey wait for me," Ziva called after Tony. He put his hand in front of the elevator door while she ran to the elevator.

"So what are you going to do this weekend?" Tony asked watching the floor numbers decrease.

"Probably go for a run, maybe go to the gym."

"Oh."

"What?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to watch a movie with me," He looked over at her

"Really?"

"Nothing, never mind," he looked back at the numbers.

"No, actually, I would love too," she patted his shoulder. His skin tingled where her hand brushed him. The elevator doors opened and they walked to their respective cars in silence.

"See you at my place in twenty," Tony called over to her.

"Oh, you think you can beat me?" Ziva raised her eyebrows.

"Is that a challenge?"

"Go," Ziva said scrambling into her car and starting her car. Tony jumped into his and cut Ziva off as she backed out. He waved out the window when she scowled at him.

"See you there." He speed off as she spun her car around. He quickly lost sight of her so he slowed down a little, laughing. He turned onto his street and was surprised to see Ziva cherry red mini cooper in front of his apartment. She was standing on the sidewalk leaning against the car playing with her knife.

"What took you so long," she smiled, not looking at him.

"I drove like a civilized person," Tony grumbled, walking past her. He enjoyed the banter they shared; it made her happy, which in turn made him happy. She grabbed her bag and chased after him.

"I am a civilized person," she said when she caught up.

"Let me rephrase that, I drive like an American."

"I am American."

"And Israeli, which is what you drive like."

"Oh don't be mad, Tony," she giggled, making his heartbeat even faster then it was before when he saw her leaning against her car. He didn't know what it was about her that made him completely lose control of himself. He unlocked his apartment door and went inside, Ziva following closely behind. They both threw their bags in the corner and hung up their jackets. Tony placed the pizza bow on the coffee table before heading into the kitchen.

"What you want something to drink?" He asked.

"Just water is fine, please," she called back as she examined Tony extensive movie collection. He brought her a glass and she nodded thanks before taking a sip.

"So, what do you want to watch?"

"I don't know," she mumbled, tapping her fingers on her glass. She felt Tony move closer to her but dismissed it as him trying to read a move title. It wasn't until he wrapped his arm around her waist that she reacted.

"Tony, what are you doing?" she said a little startled. He took the glass from her and placed it on the table next to the fish bowl.

"I have no idea," he whispered as he pulled her into him. Before she could say anything else he kissed her, softly and sweetly. They stood there for a moment, him kissing her, her kissing him. It took all of the will power Ziva had to stop.

"Tony, I do not think this is what Gibbs meant when he said get some rest." She ran her hand across his chest half mindedly.

"It's a long weekend, and I can save you a trip to the gym." He kissed her again, a little harder this time. She let it go on for a moment before pulling away again.

"That sounds great, Tony, but we shouldn't."

"I don't care about Gibbs' rules." He leaned forward to kiss her again, but she turned her face away.

"No, it's not that, I just don't want to move to quickly. We are not even technically in a relationship, Tony," she exclaimed, but at the same time she didn't push him away.

"Do you want to be?" He felt her push her body into his, but she didn't answer. She then kissed him again and he let her tongue fid it's way into his mouth.

"I'll take that as a yes," he drew back momentarily. She nodded, smiling, pulling him towards the couch. They sat down on it and his hand cam to rest on the waist again. They were sitting on the couch in a way that Ziva was almost sitting on top of Tony. He was facing her with his feet on the ground, while she had turned her whole body and pulled her legs up so they were resting on his. He was picturing Ziva lying on top of him, their hands exploring each other's bare bodies. Before he knew what had happened, they were. Ziva pushed him backwards and fell on top of him, sliding her hands across his chest, untucking his shirt. He let his hands find the bare skin of her lower back where her shirt no longer covered it. She moaned as he tightly gripped her hips but didn't tell him to stop. He reached up and pulled her hair tie out letting her hair cascade down onto him. She laughed when he shook from her hair tickling his nose. She kissed his nose and he grasped her hips again, pulling her into him. She gasped as he kissed her neck and his hands slid up her shirt a little more.

"What happened to taking it slow?" she whispered in his ears. He could feel her playing with the buttons on his shirt.

"Ask anyone and I think they would say we've taken it slow enough." He pulled her shirt over her head and she proceeded to unbutton his. She wasn't wearing a tank top and her bare skin felt warm against his. He traced little designs on her back with the tips of his fingers before she pulled his shirt off him. When his hands returned to her body he could feel her skin tingling beneath his sweating palms. Her legs fell to either side of his body as she began to unbuckle his belt.

"Are you sure you want to do this," he said, out of breath.

"I have wanted to do this, sense the first day I met you."

"Well, okay then," he smiled and kissed her again. He unbuttoned her pants and let his hands ease into them. She did a sharp intake of breath as he gripped her bare body in and pulled it against his.