Title: Fifteen Minutes of Fame

Author: Ihave207Bones, SplishySplash

Pairing: Tony/Ziva

Rating: K+

Spoiler: All is Game

Summary: "Mentally she cursed as the cold caught to her and she was running out of breath quickly. Her fingers found the buckle and quickly pulled the baby to her body before she kicked as hard as she could towards the surface." Tony and Ziva become overnight celebrities and it's not as easy as Hollywood makes it out to be.

Chapter Four: Presidential Debates

She woke up to a room flooded with light.

Ziva sat up with a start, looking around the room for any hint as to where she was. The room belonged to a little girl and she was surrounded by aging dolls and stuffed animals, she threw the covers off the bed when she realized that it must be late. Quickly she started to make the bed and as she picked up the comforter off the floor it revealed her shoes, cursing slightly when she saw nothing but her bright yellow flip flops, it wasn't all a dream. She did sleepover at Gibbs' house and Tony was probably down stairs on the couch asleep.

The door knob turned slowly and she searched for her gun, which wasn't anywhere in sight. Tony hadn't given it back and the door opened to reveal him standing there with a smile on his face. "Good morning." He said, closing the door behind him.

"What time is it?" She asked hoarsely and she mentally cursed herself, she was getting sick. Her hand went to her hair, which had to have been a knotted mess and free of its holder.

"Almost eight." He answered softly. "How are you feeling?"

She huffed impatiently as she finished making the bed and searching for the hair tie, to somewhat control the knotted mess that hung from her head. "I am fine." She said and he gave her a disbelieving look, before pulling the tie from his wrist and handing it to her. "Thank you. I sound worse than I feel."

"Alright." He said, still not believing her and he ushered her from the bedroom. "I am going to drive you to your place so you can get ready. . ."

Gibbs appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "I will take her to her apartment and you go to yours, get ready. Vance wants you in his office by 0930."

*~*

Usually when she was in the car alone with Gibbs it was full of awkward silence, but today was different. It was still silent, but her respect for him shifted in a positive direction, to something she couldn't explain and they didn't need to speak. He accepted her and Tony into his home without question, just as a father would and he was willing to push his way through the reporters.

He parked his truck and again they were greeted by yelling voices. She pushed her way through to the door, ignoring their questioning with Gibbs in tow.

Unlocking her apartment, he followed her inside and took a seat on the couch to allow her to get ready. She felt rushed as she searched her drawers for her practical panties, Gibbs wasn't usually a patient person, unlike Tony who would spend the time imagining her naked and she needed to hurry, before she was left alone to deal with the paparazzi. She found her favorite pair of boy cut panties and matching bra that was comfortable and supportive, before stripping from Tony's clothes. Almost instantly she missed his faint Armani smell, a mountain fragrant detergent and something that was distinctly Tony.

Her closet was her next stop and she threw it open. Her clothing selection had gone down since her last apartment had blown up and slowly she has been trying to replenish it, she chose the black slacks and a tight purple top with capped sleeves. She freed her hair from the pony tail and stepped into her bathroom, being in front of the camera for the last twelve hours made her more conscious about how she wanted her hair.

She quickly straightened her hair with a flat iron and looked at the clock next to her bed with a groan, she turned it off and trotted back to the closet for a pair of boots before making it into the living room to find Gibbs thumbing through a Hebrew magazine. When he heard her come in, he sat it back on the coffee table and sat up. "Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes." She said with a nod and followed him from her apartment and back through the crowd of screaming reporters and photographers.

"Who is this man?"

"What happened to Anthony DiNozzo?"

"Where were you last night?"

Gibbs started his truck and backed up, forcing some of the photographers to jump out of the way before he took off towards the Navy Yard in silence.

*~*

As soon as they reached the Navy Yard, she gave a sigh of relief and unless they had military clearance then she was free of flashing lights and the roar of questions. They took the elevator and exited on their floor to see Abby sitting at Tony's desk and Ducky standing at McGee.

"Ah there is our hero." Ducky said, pulling her into a hug and whispering something about how proud of her he is.

When she was freed from the Medical Examiner she was swept up in the arms of the Gothic Forensic Scientist. "Oh Ziva." Was all that she could say as she swayed on her feet and when she released her she had her bright smile on her face. "I have collected every publication that has said anything about you and Tony, I spent the majority of the morning picking them up." Gibbs shot her a warning look and she froze. "I am going to work on . . . forensic stuff, you know my job."

Ziva wasn't sure what to say and didn't have to say anything because Tony came in and the attention shifted to him, as she gave her high pitch squeal and jumped into his arms. Gibbs gave her shoulder a squeeze and went to sit at his desk, she let Tony absorb the attention and she took a seat at her desk.

She wasn't sitting for long, her phone rang and she answered it. It was Leon Vance requesting that they both join him in the office. With an exhaled breath she got to her feet, rubbing the wrinkles out of her purple top and pushed her chair back in. "Come on Tony, we are needed upstairs."

Tony nodded and set his bag on the ground before following her up the stairs. He took them slowly behind her to admire her look, like he had done a thousand times in the past, but this time was different and he wasn't sure why. "You are oogling again." She said, turning slyly to look at him.

"It's ogling." He corrected. "And I am not, I am simply admiring . . . your ass."

She stopped and pointed a finger into his chest. "You cannot lie to me." She said with a grin.

He shrugged his broad shoulders. "Okay, I was trying to figure out what you are wearing under your pants," He said with a smirk, stepping closer to her, on the steps it made them the same height. "While admiring your ass."

Ziva laughed loudly and patted him on the cheek before leaning in to whisper. "You would never guess it in a long time." She said.

"It's a million years, Ziva." He said and then frowned. "It isn't granny panties is it?"

A throat from top of the stairs caught their attention, it was the director looking very annoyed and the man that stood next to him had a smirk on his face. It was President of the United States of America, Barak Obama. "Are you going to join us anytime soon?" Asked Vance, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice in front of the President of the United States and they nodded, slightly stunned as they followed them into the director's office.

Once inside the privacy of the office, they stood side by side and the president turned around to extend his hand to them. "Ziva David, Anthony DiNozzo I have heard good things about the both of you." He said officially, hiding the fact that he had heard Tony joke about granny panties.

"Sir, it's an honor to meet you." Tony said returning the shake.

Ziva smiled at his formality and took the presidents hand in her own. "It's a pleasure, Mr. President." She said with her voice firm, obviously she had met heads of state before.

Vance motioned for them to sit down and they shared the long couch whereas the director and president took the single chairs. The president rested his hands on his stomach and he leaned back in the chair comfortably with a welcoming smile. "The President called me last night and asked to meet with two of you after he heard about what happened with the infant. . ."

"What you did was well beyond the call of duty, because you risked your lives to save the baby and today she is alive because of the two of you." The President said, interrupting the director. "I would like to invite both of you for a formal dinner tonight at the White House there is a few people that would like to meet you."

They shared a look that said that they couldn't refuse an invitation from the big man himself. "That would be awesome." Tony said and Ziva rolled her eyes.

"It would be an honor." Ziva said with a small smile, inside the nervous flutter.

Obama smiled his bright smile and got to his feet, as did the rest of them. "That's great." The president said, extending his hand one more time to them and they excused themselves out of the office. "I will send someone to pick you both up at 1800."

They were both still in shock as they exited the office. "Man I like that guy." Tony said with a bright smile on his face, gaining the looks of McGee and Gibbs as they came into view. Ziva rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. "Guess who we just met, Probie?"

McGee frowned. "Let me guess, an actor who would like to play you in the movie?" He asked sarcastically.

Tony's face turned into a slight glare. "No, Barak Obama invited us to dinner at the White House." He said almost smugly and he took a seat at his computer.