Call

Once, twice, three times. The fourth ring spurs a growl, muffled by cotton and pillow.

"Hit ignore."

His hand on her hip grips her tighter, but she must pull away. Rolling still within his grasp, she reaches blindly for the bedside table, searching for the offending noise and subsequent device. To ignore the call would be nothing short of treason against their code - at least, in their leader's mind. Though, in reality, they've long since declared mutiny. Their union, though undisclosed, places them in the line of fire. But the secrecy makes it more... intimate. The temptation was too hard to resist.

A kiss to her neck causes her to prevaricate from any proper greetings.

"Ziva? You there?"

She hums in what she hopes is an adequate reply. She already forgets the question. Her mind is awake enough to register their coworker's voice, however.

Tony's lips search lower.

"I'm sorry to wake you this early, but Gibbs got a call - We've got a crime scene."

In a half induced haze of sleep deprivation and lust, she mumbles in reply while her hand scratches through Tony's hair. His deep laugh rumbles low against her belly. In her ear, McGee stammers on, and she registers words like crime scene and one hour and headquarters.

Her grip tightens in Tony's hair.

"... And I still have to call DiN -"

"We will be there shortly." She clicks end without listening, and McGee's voice falters after the line goes dead, leaving him to answer a steely gaze as he fumbles over why calling their Senior Field agent won't be necessary.

The significance of proper pronouns is lost on her at 2 A.M.