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BUZZZ.

Tony leant over Ziva to pick up his phone which was ringing. Ziva woke up, startled, to see a shape looming over her. She brought her hand up and heard the crunch of his nose breaking.

"Shit!" Tony swore at the same time that Ziva gasped:

"Harah!" Which meant exactly the same as Tony's cuss. "I am so sorry! I thought you were… Never mind. I am so sorry!"

Tony got up and ran to the bathroom before blood spoilt all the sheets. Ziva followed him sheepishly. He grabbed some tissues and dampened them before gingerly wiping the blood from his nose.

"Here, let me." Ziva offered, and Tony handed her the clump of now red tissues. She dabbed gently at his Tony, feeling bad every time he winced. "This is going to really hurt."

"OUCH!" Tony screamed, as Ziva pulled his nose back into place.

"I did warn you." Ziva told him, and Tony's eyes widened even further.

"Jesus, woman! I didn't know what you were about to do! That bloody hurt!" He whined; his voice still slightly nasally. He stumbled back into the bedroom, and picked up his phone. He hadn't even got a chance to pick it up before Ziva's fist met his nose.

1 Missed Call from The Boss Man.

He read from the screen. He hit redial and after a few rings, Gibbs picked up.

"DiNozzo." Gibbs stated.

"Hey, Boss. I was just-" Tony was saying, before Gibbs interrupted him.

"Shut up. Get your ass down to the bullpen now please. You are only an hour late. Tell Ziva that she can have until noon off." Gibbs chided and Tony's eyes widened.

"Ziva, you get until noon off." Tony informed Ziva, and turned back to the phone. "How the heck did you know where Ziva was?"

"DiNozzo! You would completely fail under interrogation. Anyway, I know everything." Gibbs reprimanded, and thought that he could hear Tony's eyes rolling.

"Yes, Boss. Whatever, Boss. Be right there, Boss." Tony ran off the lists of answers and a click from the other end indicated that Gibbs had put down the phone on him.

Tony rolled reluctantly out of bed, and wandered over to grab some clothes from his wardrobe. He pulled out a pair of black pants, a white vest and a pale blue open necked shirt. Both the pants and shirt were Ermenegildo Zegna designs. Ziva had noticed the night before that so was his underwear.

He got dressed quickly, went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, and re-entered the bedroom. Ziva was still lying in bed, looking very tempting, like a personal demon trying to get him out of work. He smiled.

"Bye, honey." He walked over to Ziva, and made to kiss her lightly on the cheek. Ziva grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down. A few minutes of passionate kissing later, Tony rolled off Ziva, and lay staring at the ceiling.

"Sorry, Zee-Zee. I really have to get into work. You know how Gibbs gets." Ziva nodded knowingly. She was a bit annoyed, as she would have preferred to be working rather than wandering aimlessly about at home. Or Tony's home. Unfortunately, without Tony.

"I will see you later then." She smiled, and Tony kissed her again, but drew away before he could get too involved.

"See you at noon." He winked and grabbed his jacket, before making his way downstairs to grab a pair of shoes. Ziva listened for the click of the door. It came a few minutes later. She sighed. What was she meant to do?

Then her phone rang. She picked it up. Caller ID unknown. She picked it up anyway.

"Shalom?"

"Morning, McEarly." Tony grinned as he sat down at his desk.

"Morning, DiLato." McGee retorted.

"Morning. I recognize your face from somewhere…" Gibbs said, walking into the bullpen. "Oh, yeah. It's DiNozzo. Who should have been here two hours ago."

"Sorry boss, I was just-"

"Shut up." Gibbs interrupted. "Cold cases."

"Roger that." Tony sighed and powered up his computer. He smiled at his desktop wallpaper. It was a photo of him, Ziva. Abby, McGee, Gibbs, Jenny and Ducky at the New Year's party.

"Where's Ziva?" McGee asked and Tony sighed.

"Gibbs gave her the morning off." He replied. He still had no idea why Gibbs had given her the morning off. It wasn't really a Gibbs thing to do.

"How do you know that? No, don't tell me… Actually, yes do. Tony, you didn't!" McGee raised his eyebrows expectantly.

"We didn't sleep together!" Tony put his hands up in mock defense. "Well, not really."

"Not really?" McGee questioned, and Tony rolled his eyes at the incessant questions.

"We slept together, but we didn't have sex." Tony cleared up any ounces of doubt McGee might still have.

"Jesus, Tony! What happened?" McGee asked, surprised.

"Well, it was my birthday so I invited Ziva over and we-" McGee interrupted Tony's references to the night.

"Not what happened happened. Most pretty girls you see, you think 'sex' immediately. Then you sleep with Ziva and you don't even have sex? What happened to you?" McGee asked and Tony glared at him.

"I didn't want to ruin it all… I love her, McGee. I really do. I don't want to mess it up now." Tony admitted.

"I'll be right back." McGee grinned, and ran off to the lift to inform Abby of the latest Tiva gossip.

Two hours later, Tony and McGee were practically falling asleep at their desks. Cold cases… How incredibly boring. No action, no chasing, no interrogations. And where was Ziva?

"I thought she only got the morning off?" McGee questioned and Tony shrugged, obviously bored.

"No idea. Maybe she took advantage and took the whole day off. Or maybe she's just stuck in traffic. How am I meant to know?" Tony was irritated. It was swelteringly hot, it was sunny outside, they had to work on endless cold cases, and Ziva wasn't even there to distract him.

The day rolled on, and still Ziva did not appear. Gibbs sent the two irritated, sweating, bored agents home early. Tony drove home through the afternoon sunshine, thinking of the game of football, or soccer, or basketball, or a nice dip in the pool he could enjoy with Ziva when he arrived home.

He unlocked the front door and called out.

"Ziva? You here?" There was no reply, and he headed up the stairs to see if she had simply fallen asleep. The bedroom was empty, except for a folded piece of paper on the pillow.

Tony picked it up and opened it. His eyes widened as he read the contents.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger! But if I had carried on it would be like two chapters in one, and I also need to sleep now!

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