A/N: Hey everyone! What? No I didn't die! Who told you that? Would it help if I said I was dead and that was the reason I have not updated? No? Dang it! :P I'm really sorry about the wait guys.

Disclaimer: If you missed it in the last chapter, you should go read it because it is really funny.

This is for my Raechull who deserves this, and more, for the tough days she's been having. And just because she's her and I love her :).

Tony awoke to the feeling of being completely sated as Ziva's soft snores filled the room. His right arm was wrapped around Ziva's slender frame, and was held in place by her arm overlapping his as well as their fingers being interlaced. His head was bent down a little; his nose nuzzled her neck. As he took a deep breath in a large smile crossed his face because of the scent he was met with. Ziva's scent. He placed a gentle kiss to her neck before nuzzling his nose into her once again. She murmured something in Hebrew incoherently in her slumber and Tony thought he felt desire once again spread across his groin. When the feeling turned painful seconds later he knew exactly what is was. Trying not wake her, Tony carefully disentangled himself from Ziva's grasp. He stared down at her when she stirred a little, but then her body stilled; he let out a sigh of relief. Making his way through the apartment Tony cursed Mother Nature for needing to run her natural course. He wished he were back in bed, kissing his way down Ziva's neck, waking her in the way he would want to be woken up.

While he drained his bladder, he contemplated on how he got into the position he woke up in. The last thing he remembered was Ziva stroking his hair and his back while both their hips still rocked with spasms of pleasure from their intense orgasms. He guessed they fell asleep in situ and when his body became dead weight on top of her, Ziva must have pushed him off and then they adjusted themselves to be close once again.

As he was walking back to Ziva's bedroom, Tony heard a knock at the door. It was a steady knock; three loud bangs. He was now cursing himself for not wearing anything to go to the bathroom. Luckily, his duffle bag was right next to the kitchen island. 'Great! How did I forget to pack boxers?' He thought as he rifled through his duffle. He quickly slid on some jeans and stumbled to the front door while trying to zip and button them.

With no hesitation he swung the front door open and smiled when he saw Gibbs.

"Hey boss."

"DiNozzo! What do you think you're doing?! Opening the door without even asking who it is and with no weapon? Is this your idea of protecting her?!" Gibbs yelled as he stormed into the apartment.

"Boss I'm sorry. It's just you- you caught me off guard and-" Tony stammered as he closed the door and began to follow Gibbs with his head down like a child following their parent after being reprimanded.

"And why is this curtain open?! There could be snipers across the street in an apartment waiting for either of you to walk by!" Gibbs continued to scold, pulling the curtain closed so hard that he almost ripped it.

"Boss I'm sorry. It- It won't happen again, I swear." Tony defended as his hands slid into his pockets. He continued to look down, not able to look Gibbs in the eye. It was at that moment that Gibbs' eyes fully settled on Tony and how he was lacking a shirt.

"What happened to your shirt?" He asked.

"Huh?" Tony questioned, again being caught off guard.

"Your shirt, you aren't wearing one so I am assuming something happened to it."

"Oh well you see… I was about to take a shower when you knocked on the door." Tony stated evenly. Gibbs' gut started to churn, but he ignored it for the moment.

"Where's Ziva?" He asked as he started toward the entry to the hallway.

"She's sleeping." Tony said as he quickly cut in front of Gibbs and blocked his way, not wanting him to see Ziva naked or get caught.

"Really?" Gibbs questioned; disbelief evident in his tone.

"Yeah you know, emotional stress of the day took its toll on her so she's you know (fake snores)."

"Huh. Doesn't sound like Ziva to me."

"What?" Tony asked, not liking the way Gibbs sounded.

"Knowing Ziva, she wouldn't want to sleep if she knew someone might be coming to kill her."

'Believe me she didn't.' Tony thought before realizing Gibbs was basically accusing him of not knowing his partner, his partner of seven years, his partner he went crazy without when she left. Anger started to grow rapidly inside Tony. He swallowed hard, trying to contain it. "Yeah well she was pretty tired."

Gibbs nodded, knowing both that he had struck a nerve and that it was time for him to leave. "Well I brought you guys some Chinese. I gotta get back to the office. I'll pick you guys at 0430 to bring you to work. Oh and Tony, have her six."

Tony saw the little bit of fear in Gibbs' eyes and nodded. "Thanks boss. Oh and could you do me a favor?"

"What DiNozzo?" Gibbs rolled his eyes as opened the door to leave.

"Could you bring me my spare boxers? They're in the third drawer of my desk. I was in such a hurry I forgot to pack some."

Gibbs started to laugh as he walked out and shut the door behind him.

-*-

Tony quietly crept back into Ziva's bedroom, thinking she was still asleep. She lay in the middle of the bed, sheet pulled up to her chest, arms crossed over her stomach. Tony sat down next to her and smiled before lightly stroking her cheek. Before he could blink Ziva had sat up and pulled his lips to hers by his cheeks. She kissed him passionately; her tongue demanding entrance. He kissed her back eagerly and with as much intensity, but decided to tease her and not let her enter his mouth. That didn't last long though.

Desire overcoming him, Tony granted Ziva the access she wanted and pushed her onto her back. He got on all fours, encasing her with his knees. Ziva's hands had never left Tony's face until now when she reached to undo his button on his jeans. The moment she had them opened she reached for him, but before she got her hands on his continuously hardening length, his stomach growled. Tony pulled away and looked down at her with a hint of embarrassment on his face as Ziva started to laugh uncontrollably.

Tony kissed her as she continued to giggle, her laughs eventually turning into moans. He pulled away a little to look her in the eye. She smiled and ran her thumb over his lips.

"You are hungry." Ziva observed, her thumb now tracing the outline of his jaw.

"Not for food." Tony answered before kissing her gently once again.

"Your stomach does not seem to agree." She smirked.

"Yeah it probably has its mind set on the Chinese Gibbs brought. I thought you were asleep when I came in."

"You did, did you?" She teased before kissing him, her tongue easily sliding into his mouth.

"Yes." Tony groaned while their tongues continued to dance in each other's mouths. A few moments later Tony's stomach growled again, causing Ziva to pull away and smile.

"Let us go eat Tony." She commanded while stroking his chest.

"Why didn't you say so?" Tony taunted before getting up and zipping his pants, which was rather difficult due to his massive hard on, but he knew they would quench that fire soon enough.

-*-

Several minutes later Tony had all the food set out on the table, waiting for Ziva to join him. He was pouring some wine when she walked out from the hallway in a white camisole and black yoga pants that hugged her every curve. Tony felt his breath hitch as he took her in, his jeans becoming too tight for comfort once again. Ziva smiled as she made her way over to Tony, watching him watch her every move. She cupped the wine glass in her palm and took a drink while tony absentmindedly held onto the stem.

"You can let go, Tony I have it." Ziva informed him, but he didn't let go. Instead he slipped it out of her hand and placed it on the table, preparing to kiss her. He cupped her cheeks while her arms wrapped around his torso. His tongue began to explore every inch of her mouth and she moaned at the sensations he was creating inside of her. Pulling away reluctantly, she moved to sit down at the table, stopping before things got out of hand.

"We need to eat to keep out strength up. It is going to be a very long and hard week." She drew out the words long and hard in that last sentence with a smirk, knowing Tony would get the double entendre. He smiled his signature DiNozzo smile at her, then nodded and sat down.

They ate while keeping up their usual witty banter. Occasionally they would feed each other and steal sexy smoldering glances as they consumed what the other was offering with chopsticks.

When they were done eating Tony started to clear off the table. While he was rinsing his wine glass Ziva brought him her own so that he could wash it. He took it from her, expecting her to return to the table and bring the plates, but instead he found himself whirling to face her, tugged by his belt loop. They stood with their bodies completely pressed against each other, Ziva feeling Tony's bulge through his jeans. She placed both her hands on his chest when his arms encircled her, his hands coming to rest on her lower back.

"You look so sexy in just your faded jeans." She comment as her fingertips stroked his chest. She placed gentle kisses up his neck to his earlobe, nibbling on it slightly.

The dishes were forgotten as Tony started to push Ziva back to the bedroom. They lost all clothing except for Ziva's white camisole on the way. When Ziva's legs bumped the side of the bed, she felt the sudden urge to have to pee. She pushed Tony away, not surprised when he gave her a questioning look.

"I will be right back." She explained with a smile, and when Tony saw the direction she headed he knew what had happened.

As she washed her hands Ziva examined her reflection in the mirror. She smiled at her flushed cheeks, her tousled hair, her swollen lips ' You're falling in love with him all over again.' She thought. She felt a pain stab at her heart, but quickly pushed it away with a deep breath in. She wasn't going to think about dying, not when she had Anthony DiNozzo waiting for her, in her bed, naked.

Tiptoeing back to her bedroom, Ziva had an idea. She slipped the last remaining piece of clothing she had on over her head and leaned against her bedroom doorframe, fully aware Tony could see her from his position on the bed.

"Tony…" She called out sultrily. When no response was given she stood up a little straighter and peered in, trying to see his face. It was difficult because the hall light only cast a thin ray into the room, and in no way did it reach the bed.

"Tony!" She whispered, but with much emphasis. Giving up when she was met with silence again, Ziva walked into the room. When she stood about a foot away from the bed she tried to stifle her laughter. There lie Tony, hands behind his head, completely naked in the middle of the bed, snoring. Deciding it would be too much trouble to try to pull the cover out from under him, she walked back in the hall and grabbed another blanket and turned off the light.

When she returned she gently placed the blanket over him, and then lay at his side. Her head on his chest and her arm wrapped around his lower abdomen, Ziva had never felt happier.

-*-

In the morning they both awoke to sound of Tony's cell phone vibrating on the nightstand next to the bed. 0400 Tony read on the clock before reaching over Ziva to grab the phone. Somehow they had ended up in the same position; Ziva's bare back to his chest, his arm wrapped securely around her, his nose pressing into her neck.

The phone flipped open and before Tony could even say anything, Gibbs' voice came through the other end of the line.

"DiNozzo!"

"Yeah. Hey. What's up boss?" Tony's voice was raw for having just woken up.

"Vance called and said not to come in till 0700. I'll pick you guys up at 0630. Be ready." Gibbs ended the call just as Tony opened his mouth to respond. Knowing the clicking sound of a cell phone shutting all too well, Tony shut his phone and reached to put it back on the nightstand.

Feeling his movement, Ziva murmured something about not wanting to get up yet. Tony smiled at the whiny tone he heard in her voice, and then kissed her neck softly.

"G'morning Sweetcheeks." He said while rubbing his morning wood against her backside; his voice low and throaty.

"We are going to be late…" Ziva warned.

"Actually that was Gibbs and we don't have to go in till 0700." Tony informed her and continued rubbing himself against her.

"Mmmmm…" Ziva moaned, and the sound went straight to Tony's growing erection.

Tony grabbed himself and pushed into Ziva with no barriers. She gasped as he slowly filled her, sliding in inch by inch. When he settled completely inside of her, Ziva felt him just barely hit her g-spot, eliciting a small scream. He slowly slid out and then slowly slid back in, wanting to build the rhythm and prolong their pleasure.

His hips sped up just a little and he was now hitting Ziva's g spot with every thrust. Her own hand came down to touch her delicate bundle of nerves, needing more as she flirted with falling over the edge.

"God Ziva…" Tony groaned as he watched her please herself over her shoulder. He grabbed her hand and brought her fingers to his mouth, sucking on them. His hand then replaced hers and his thrusts became harder, quicker strokes; His fingers matching the rhythm.

"Oh… Tony… Tony!" Ziva cried out as she fought her orgasm, knowing he was nowhere as near as close as she was to coming. A coherent thought formed in Ziva's head, making her push Tony out of her and onto his back. Before Tony could question what was wrong, Ziva was impaling herself on him. He let out a loud moan as he filled her once again. Ziva threw he head back in ecstasy and her long, beautiful hair tickled the inside of Tony's thighs. She set an even pace, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

Tony couldn't decide what he loved more, the way her muscles purposely contracted as she rose above him, or the way he easily dove up into her as she came back down. Either way her motions were causing his release to intensify with every thrust. He felt his muscles coil in a familiar fashion, signaling his impending release.

"Unnhh… Zee-vahh… Ziva I'm gonna come. Come with me." Tony pleaded.

"Yes Tony. Yessss…"

At the last moment Tony sat up. Their lips fused together and Ziva's tongue massaged his intensely. His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her fully down onto him, making them hit that pinnacle point of pleasure at the same time. Ziva screamed Tony's name into his mouth and he did the same. They collapsed onto the bed with heavy breathing and sweat covering their bodies.

Once their breathing had returned to normal, Ziva rolled off Tony and laid her head on his chest. Their legs tangled together and Tony brought Ziva's fingers to his mouth, kissing each of them. Ziva looked up at him and smiled, fully satisfied and happy. She kissed him passionately running her nails through his chest hair. They lay there kissing deeply until it was time for them to get up for work.

-*-

Tony stood at the door way to the bedroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and water droplets covering his body. He watched Ziva run her fingers through her hair in front of the dresser mirror on the far end of the room. Her towel was held in place by a knot above her chest, and her skin seemed to shimmer with the light coming in from the window which was no longer concealed by curtains. Their eyes locked in the mirror and Ziva smiled at him. Tony watched as she turned to face him.

The world seemed to slow down and Tony could see nothing else but Ziva. He slowly started walking toward her, his eyes never leaving her face. As he got closer to her, he noticed a red transparent dot on her forhead and fear erupted inside him like storm. His face fell and his legs broke into a sprint. He screamed her name.

"ZIVA!"

Uh oh!

A/N: I know this chapter is a little less action packed and a little more going to the restroom packed. (Honestly, I don't know why I wrote that. It just sort of came out.) But I promise next chapter will have a lot more action! I hope you guys liked this because I have A LOT of ideas for this story. Let me know what you think :)?