Chapter 3: Missions
This is an intro to the actual mission. I don't know if I'll finish the undercover portion in Chapter 4 or go on to Chapter 5 too. This is just basically a filler chapter with a few semi-fluffy moments. Yes, Ziva is still a bit mad at Tony in this chapter although it might not seem like it. Please R&R!
A week passes by quickly and soon McGee is relieving the two agents from the drug unit of their duties.
"Ziva. We're ready over here. Agents Nunn and Greyman from DU are sending their information to their Super as well as Gibbs." McGee starts into his cell phone as he organizes the desk in front of him. "Gibbs will send me a copy so I can help you guys get a better insight on what's going on inside the motel." McGee was stationed in a room in a four star hotel across the street, making sure his cover wouldn't be blown.
"Thank you McGee. Tony and I are going in in a few minutes. Talk to you soon." Ziva presses the end call button on her phone. She was wearing her hair half up, in a loose ponytail and small (fake) gold earrings. She was busy pulling down the hem of her crop top to hide more skin when her low riders rode even lower then they had a few minutes before. She shifts in her seat beside Tony. They had yet to work out whatever was between them. "McGee is ready. We will leave soon, yes?" Tony nods, still checking out the motel in his rear-view mirror. Tony scratches his newly grown beard. Although short and stubbly, it makes him look ragged; better for undercover he originally thought. His jeans where dirty and larger then need be. His second zip-up hoodie is beginning to make him sweat and he casually takes it off.
"Zi," Tony begins just as Ziva is about to open the side door. She stops, slowly puts her hands in her lap and waits for Tony to continue. "You've… been ignoring me." He's cautious and lightly treads on the subject, knowing that the woman beside him could kill him using the things within the car, and still make it look like an accident.
"I have not been ignoring you, Tony." Ziva adjusts herself so she's facing the Italian. "I'm just being careful. Can we talk ab—" Tony raises a hand to silence her and Ziva is slightly stunned by this gesture, but allows Tony to speak anyhow.
"You have. And we're talking about this now. I don't know what I've done, or for all I know haven't done, but whatever it is, I don't think I deserve this." Tony motions to the empty space between them. "I don't—" Ziva's cell phone interrupts Tony's rant and she is somewhat thankful.
"David," She informs the caller. "Oh, McGee. Yes we are still here. We are leaving right now actually." The Israeli hangs up, staring at Tony. "Looks like we're done for now." She states for clarification. She then turns towards her door, opens it and steps out; her cheap high heels clicking as she walks to the back of the rental. Tony huffs loudly and steps out as well. He moves to the trunk and retrieves two suitcases, gives one to Ziva, moves beside her and whispers,
"We're undercover as a couple, remember?" Ziva realizes what Tony means and moves closer to him, hoping the intimacy between them was believable. Quickly, Ziva pops a piece of green gum into her mouth and offers one to the man beside her. He declines and she stuffs the packet back into the small purse hanging from the inside of her elbow.
Thankfully, one of the rooms beside the main room integrated within the drug bust was empty. Ziva pulls her suitcase up a small step and moves to unlock the door to room 24. A sound is heard coming from the, now deemed, Drug Room. Their door unlocks at the same time the door to the Drug Room swings open. Tony pulls Ziva so she's facing him and quickly presses his lips to hers. She is suprised by the sudden gesture and swallows her gum by mistake. The man that walked out of the room watches as the two undercover agents slip into the room next to his, suitcases in tow, immersed in the passionate kiss between them.
Tony spins so Ziva is closer to the door once inside the safety of their motel room. Ziva closes the door with her elbow and is slammed back against it. Although this intimate interaction was originally to keep their cover from being blown, these extra few seconds that Tony's lips were against hers made her wonder what else was there.
Ziva wants to pull away from Tony, remembering that she was supposed to be mad at him, but he has her pinned against the flimsy motel door. Sure, she could say stop, turn her head to decline access, or even physically push him away… but does she really want to?
The kiss slows, and the pressure of each other's lips lessens after a minute or two. Tony puts his hands on the doorframe and pushes away from the Israeli, adding only a few millimetres between them.
"Nice to meet you too, Tony." Ziva says trying to make light of the situation they were in. Tony smirks and pushes away completely.
"I'm not Tony; I'm Kyle." Tony shoves a hand through his messy hair. Ziva nods,
"And I am Lindsey… right." She repeats to herself, making sure she's remembering correctly. Ziva is still leaning on the door, her hands supporting her lower back when Tony starts going through her suitcase.
"You have the mics, right? And the video necklace?" Ziva hums a yes to both his questions and helps him pull out the tangled wires connecting the mics to their corresponding receivers. All thoughts of the kiss are behind them, or at least behind Tony. Ziva pulls a laptop, recorder and several tapes from the side pocket of Tony's suitcase. She gives them to the Italian and he sets them up in an orderly fashion on top of the bedside table. Ziva neatly wraps up two small microphones around her hand and climbs onto the bed. She stands, lifts one of the panels on the roof and jumps, hoping to get inside the tight compartment above their room. The jump isn't high enough and she only gets one arm steady. Ziva dangles there for a second before she feels Tony beneath her.
"In a tight spot, are we?" Tony says, supporting Ziva by the upper thighs.
"Shut up and help me Tony!" She yell-whispers.
"What do you say?" Tony teases. Ziva isn't having any of it and kicks her leg out, catching Tony in the ribs. He laughs, only half pretending to be in real pain. Ziva, although still trying to be angry, can't help but smile at his goofiness.
Tony notices the light giggle Ziva let's go of and hopes she's not still mad at him, but when she looks down at Tony, he can't tell if the giggle from her was real, or if he'd imagined it.
Tony forgets about the kick and pushes Ziva's small, light body into the crawl space above them. Ziva manoeuvres across broken wood beams, rodent's droppings and frayed electrical wires in hopes of getting to a space above the Drug Room. The Israeli moved slowly, making sure not to put too much weight on any single beam. Below her, Ziva heard two voices. Both were male, about thirty years old.
"The next ones coming in a few minutes. Don't waste that shit. I gotta take a piss." Ziva listens as footsteps walk off to her far right.
"…yeaup…" the second man responded distracted from what sounded like directly below her feet.
The best chance to get the mic into their room without being noticed was now. Ziva lifts the corner of the ceiling panel closest to her. With her free hand (and help from her teeth) she peels off the sticky backing of the mic. She sticks the small black object to the side of the panel facing the room and slowly pushes the corner of the board back into place. Careful not to pinch the wire between the panel and the metal frame holding it in position, Ziva makes her way to another set of ceiling panels fairly far away, doing the same routine with the second microphone.
"Took you long enough," Tony says. Ziva's feet dangle from the ceiling, then suddenly she drops down, bounces onto the bed and steadys herself. Tony does not look up from the bed he is lying on. He flips through a TV Guide magazine, legs crossed and a moving picture of the room next door on his computer. Ziva ignores his comment and starts herself,
"They are expecting a… customer, in a few minutes." She walks up to the laptop and hits a few keys, eyeing the video of the Drug Room playing before her.
"Sorry, just deleted all my porn. I know how much you love it…" Tony smiles and sneaks a peek at Ziva, looking for a reaction, but notices she's not paying much attention.
"How'd you get this on here?" She asks, meaning the video she was watching. The two men were on a small couch, similar to the one in their room. One was organizing large rectangular packages of what looked like cocaine; the other was counting out a wad of cash over, and over again.
"Oh, the Tech department got some new equipment. This ones like a tiny toy car with a camera built in basically. McGeek is letting me test-drive it for the mission. Tony chuckles and goes back to his magazine.
An odd silence falls over the two agents. Ziva is surprised Tony hasn't tried to get into bed with her yet; she's not hopeful it will last over night however.
To fill the gap with something, Ziva tries for words.
"Tony, I've got an idea…"
"Shoot."
"It's for the mission," Ziva adds, and Tony looks over wondering what else it could be about. "What if we get McGee and Gibbs to take their next customer into custody and you go in his place, try to get a look into the room, maybe get an idea of what we're dealing with?" She words it as an answer, not really knowing why.
"Tony contemplates this and nods approvingly. Ziva smiles and reaches for her cell phone.
