NCIS – Forever
The continuing adventures of Tony and Ziva; following on from This Love, including the dating, engagement, wedding, honeymoon, and baby announcement, not necessarily in that order. Or, at all now that i think of it
I have decided that, to fit in with my timeline, This Love happened in late December 2007, which means this story begins mid-January 2008.
I thought that This Love was dragging on just a little, so I split it into two. This one will be a little more fluffy before we get into the main adventures with the next story, Any Other World. There will probably be an extra one shot between this one and the next one involving a crashed hen's night, lots of alcohol, and karaoke. But then again, with the way this is turning out, maybe there won't…
As usual, I don't own it, as much as I wish I did…
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Chapter One – Late
"Ziva! If you used all the hot water I'll kill you!"
Their three weeks' house arrest had finally ended. Ziva David and Tony DiNozzo were meant to be getting ready for their return to work; meant being the operative word.
"Calm down, my little hairy butt, or next time I won't let you join me," she relied in a teasing voice, exiting the bathroom wearing only a towel.
"You didn't let me join you last time, sweetcheeks," he shot back. "Or the time before that, now that I think of it."
Three weeks of constant company had caused a lot of sexual tension, tension they were not allowed to relieve until the doctors at Bethesda cleared them for active duty. They were bickering even worse than usual, so bad Abby even refused to come by and visit them.
They had been counting down the time until this day for two weeks, and now that the day had come, both Tony and Ziva were running late.
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"I thought your team were returning today," Jenny spoke, leaning on the railing above the bullpen.
"They are," Jethro replied, taking up a position next to her. "Or at least they're supposed to be. How late are they now?"
"Almost an hour and a half," she said, checking her watch.
In the bullpen, McGee sat at his desk, trying to ignore Abby, who was bouncing around behind him babbling on about the rest of their team. The two temporary agents had departed the night before, leaving no trace of their presence at the desks of DiNozzo and David.
"Do they know that we know that they are together?" Jenny asked, a smile appearing on her face. Jethro shook his head and laughed softly.
"Do they know we know they got married last week at City Hall?" he asked in return.
Jenny turned to look at him, shock written on her face. "I didn't know that!" she shrieked quietly.
They paused for a moment, firmly ingrained in a stare-down.
Eventually, Gibbs won. As per usual.
"Should we tell them we know?" Jenny asked, succumbing to being the loser this time around.
"What did Probie do this time?"
Jenny and Jethro turned around, both surprised to see a slightly better Tony and Ziva standing behind them. Both agents still had bandages on their bodies, but otherwise most of their bruises and superficial injuries had healed, for the most part.
"You're late," Gibbs replied, masking his surprise quickly.
Tony shrugged. "Ziva used all the hot water, then I couldn't find my favourite shirt, and then the driver was late."
Gibbs looked at his senior field agent.
"By the way," Tony said, not flinching. "Where have you taken my car?"
The director and Gibbs shared a look, smiled, and then walked off towards her office, their steps synchronised perfectly.
"Aren't you even going to welcome us back?" Tony called after them.
Jenny laughed as Jethro replied loudly over his shoulder. "Your desk is waiting for you DiNozzo, as is your paperwork."
Ziva smirked. Tony had been told.
"YOU'RE BACK!" Abby yelled as she came running towards the pair of stunned agents, her impossibly high-heeled platform boots not inhibiting her movement at all.
Tony and Ziva both sidestepped the over excited hyperactive Goth at the last second, laughing at the look on her face when she realised they had moved.
"Hey! Not fair!" she pouted, surprising Tony with a hug so tight it would rival others.
"Um, Abby," Tony squeaked. "You're hurting me."
She jumped back quickly, a sheepish grin on her face, and immediately pounced on Ziva.
"I'm so glad you're back," Abby gushed into Ziva's chest. "How close did you get to killing him?" she whispered, a knowing smile on her face.
Ziva looked strangely at her friend.
Abby shrugged. "What? The sexual tension must be killing you!"
The horrified look on Ziva's face caused McGee to step and save his team mates.
"Glad to be back?" he asked, pulling Abby off Ziva.
"Are you kidding, McGee?" Tony said. "I'm glad for company other than my ninja chick here."
Ziva looked dangerously at her partner. "Oh, my little hairy butt," she purred into his ear, breathing down his neck. "Do you not like spending time with me?"
Tony gulped. He had fallen into a deep hole this time. "Sweetcheeks," he whispered back. "The doctors haven't cleared us for sex yet; maybe McGeek's company will do us some good..."
"Desk work is waiting for you two," Gibbs called from Jenny's open office door. "I suggest you get to work before we drag out cold cases."
The three chastised agents and the forensic scientist walked down the stairs to their bullpen, unwilling to deal with cold cases under any circumstance.
"So, Probie," Tony began once they had settled down at their desks. "Did anything interesting happen while you were here alone?"
McGee's head snapped up from his computer screen. "Alone? I wasn't alone." He looked at his team mates. "I had temp agents to torment without you."
"Has he taught you well?" Ziva asked, trying not to rest her weight on her injured arm.
"Well," Tim began. "Let's just say I now know why he enjoys throwing things at you so much. I was so bored that Gibbs even let me play pranks on them."
Tony smiled widely at his partner. "Maybe we should take holidays more often; it seems the Probie has developed a decent practical joke streak."
"He should be careful," Ziva continued, knowing what Tony was starting. "You never know, McGee, you may just start World War III."
Tony and Ziva walked slowly from their respective desks to meet side by side in the middle of the bullpen, both facing McGee with matching, evil smiles on their faces. McGee shrugged. Maybe it was time the king and queen were beaten at their own game.
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Ok, so this is highly un-beta-d, though the rest is written. i will not post the rest until i get a beta, so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know if you would like the job.
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