Tony struggled up the stairs and into the building with two cardboard boxes. He couldn't believe how little Ziva possessed. The first time he'd gone to her new apartment had been three weeks after they'd gotten together, just over six months since she'd returned from Israel. He'd been shocked to say the least. Before Vance had sent her back to Israel, Ziva's apartment had been beautiful and homey. A place Tony loved to visit, it had been a reflection of the woman herself. Vibrant, colorful, daring, yet dignified. A place that welcomed you and made you want to stay.

Ziva's new apartment was the complete opposite. It was a studio apartment with a tiny kitchen area. A mattress and box springs were placed across one wall, opposite a coffee table holding a television, dvd player and an alarm clock. A small basket held the chargers for her cell phone and laptop, and the usb cord for her ipod. Her laptop was sitting on top of the dark navy blue blanket on her bed. The lone window was covered by a room darkening shade, but no curtains.

"Where's all your stuff?" Tony asked her, his shock apparent in his voice.

"When I returned from Israel I was not sure how long I would be allowed to stay, so I did not bring much this time." Ziva had looked at the floor while she answered. It was still with her, the fear of being sent home again, only this time it would be even worse. She would lose Tony for sure.

It had been then that Tony decided to ask Ziva to move in with him. It hurt him to see Ziva living in such a lonely place, and to know that this was what she had been going home to, every night, since she'd returned to the States. He knew better than to push, so he decided to wait a few weeks, while keeping her at his place as much as he could during that time. After that it had taken a few weeks of cajoling, but, in the end he had finally convinced her that he wanted her with him all the time, and that it was ridiculous for them to keep paying for two apartments.

Ziva walked up behind him carrying her duffel bag and laptop bag. She was thrilled to be moving in with Tony, although at first she had been uncertain. Ziva loved him and knew that she wanted to spend all her time with him, however she was not so sure that was really what Tony wanted. She knew her apartment had appalled him. She, herself, hated it, but that was no reason for her to move in with him. After weeks of Tony's constant begging and arguing she had finally given in. From here on out they would be living together. They were a couple now, in a committed relationship. She just hoped he wouldn't do something that caused her to maim or kill him.

(TIVA)

Tony pulled out of Ziva, and brought her legs up and over his shoulders. Then he plunged back into her hot wetness, causing her to moan loudly.

"Oi Va'avoi Li (Oh My God), Tony." she cried out as he thrust into her, harder and deeper than before.

Tony loved her cries of pleasure. He also loved being able to being able to ride her bareback, which they had been doing since she'd had the IU thingy inserted three months ago. The only drawback was that Ziva's first period afterwards, and her last one, just two weeks ago, had been much heavier and very painful. However, they both felt freer in their lovemaking, and it had, amazingly, increased in frequency and intensity.

Tony felt Ziva's muscles begin to contract around him, and he began to come in response. He gripped her hips, following a primitive instinct, and pushed himself in even deeper, releasing spurt after spurt of come deep inside her.

(TIVA)

He was released with some 400 million other sperm, but he knew he would succeed. He was after all, a DiNozzo. Cockily, he rode the wave of ejaculation until it began to stall. Behind him were several million others, who had pushed their way to the front, to be released sooner, but, farther back than him. He began to wriggle and swim towards the opening up ahead, noting that some of the others were already deceased, while others were heading in the opposite direction. Fools.

Over the next several hours he continued on, seeking the prize, the egg. He kept a steady pace, and noted that more of his brothers had either perished, or wandered off. Some simply were too weak, others were malformed. Take that guy for instance. How the hell was he supposed to get anywhere with two tails that kept hitting each other instead of propelling him forward. He was now with only about another 100 sperm, and he knew he was superior to them all.

As the hours passed he felt himself changing, getting ready for his arrival to the egg. He could feel it nearby, drawing him closer. Then he saw it. It was already surrounded by 100 or so of his sperm-mates. Somehow they had beaten him here, but he knew he would be the winner of this race.

He began to beat his tail like a hyperactive child running around. He rammed the surface over and over, as he and his fellow sperm emitted enzymes to dissolve the barrier. They were working together, but really it was every sperm for himself.

He continued his frenzied ramming of the barrier, and finally he felt it. A small whole opening beneath him. A few more hits and he was in. He'd never doubted his success for a moment. His whole body tingled, and he knew this was going to be great!

(TIVA)

AN: Ok don't ask. Please? Alright, already. My son came home telling me how they saw part of an OLD movie in health class. The movie was 'Look Who's Talking'. Anyway that got me thinking, and, well, you just read the results. So tell me how crazy am I?

Just to let you all know this takes me through about five of the thirty pages I hae written That means I'll update again soon, if I get reviews, to inpire me to write more.

Also, ., Mrs. Fitzgerald, and NCISTivafan30, I know you're reading, so, how about giving me some love?