Uhm. I sort of lost my train of thought on this one, I still have that idea for the end, but everything else in between now and then has vanished … sad. So this is me just making up stuff as I go, which I usually do!

FIT

Tony shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the car idled within the left lane of traffic. He usually didn't mind being cramped in a car for long periods of time but today it seemed like everything was testing his nerves. Every time he moved his right arm would come in contact with the welcoming warmth of Ziva's body – who seemed to be sitting far too close for comfort – and it was taking everything in his power not to wrap his arm around her.

His fingers tightened around the wheel when he felt her shoulder brush up the length of his arm as she fiddled with the dial of the radio. Her scent wafted around him and his eyes fell shut as he inhaled her sweet scent. He was glad that Gibbs had taken the other car as he found himself leaning towards her for a moment before he regained himself. He just had to remember that McGee was in the vehicle with them.

"I have never been to Philadelphia before." Ziva's voice cut into Tony's reverie, causing his eyes to snap open to see that traffic had pulled forward a few yards. He turned to her, only to see that she had that sexy little smirk on her face, letting him know that she knew exactly what he'd been thinking. He gratefully thanked her for making small talk though, because he didn't know how much more of this he could take.

"I've been a few times." McGee stated, fiddling with the door handle a bit as he stared out the window. He had always enjoyed watching as the sites trailed by through the window and he found that he enjoyed it even in the midday traffic. "Sarah wanted to check out Philadelphia University before she decided on Waverly." A smile pulled at his lips as he watched the couple a few cars over animatedly arguing, they were throwing hand gestures and everything.

Ziva glanced at McGee momentarily, noting his distraction; it was then she made her move. Silently she slipped her hands into her jacket pocket, retrieving the item she'd kept safely tucked inside all morning, before pulling it out. Her hands were balled into fists hiding the object from Tony's view.

"What do you got there?" Tony questioned, nodding his head towards her fisted fingers.

She shook her head, her eyes glittering as a slight laugh escaped her lips. "Nothing, Tony." She whispered, looking at McGee once again to see his attention was still otherwise occupied.

She turned back to Tony; her smile was still firmly set upon her lips as she moved her hand towards him.

Tony watched her uncertainly; unsure of just what she was trying to pull. He didn't dare speak though, because he didn't want to attract McGee's attention.

"A gift." Ziva whispered, slipping her fisted hand into the pocket of his jeans slowly.

When she pulled her hand back out of his pocket, her fingers were unfurled to reveal that she no longer held anything within her palm. "Enjoy." She whispered, a secretive smile on her face as she turned her attention forward.

Tony's breathing had quickened as soon as her hand had entered his pocket and he found that he had wished she had kept it there, the heat of her had scorched him in a good way and he was already longing to feel more of it.

He coughed inconspicuously as he shifted his position once more; he continued to follow the flow of traffic as it crept forward once more. The truck eased to a stop and his hand found its way into his recently vacated pocket. What he felt inside surprised him.

His fingers brushed something silky, and his butt lifted off the seat as he tried to pry his hand further into his restricting pants. He sat down once again as soon as he had the object pinched between two of his fingers. He gently pulled on it, giving Ziva a confused look before he looked down once more.

His eyes widened as he took in the black fabric that he had seen upon her body the prior night. His mind conjured up the image of her standing before him in nothing but heels and her panty set and he found his mouth watering as his pants tightened uncomfortably.

He unconsciously began to run his thumb and forefinger across the satin garment that rested within his pocket as he remembered last night.

Ziva watched his reaction, silently pleased. She could see the confusion swirling just beneath the desire and she decided to appease at least one of his emotions. "I have no use for them, Tony." She purred into his ear, "You ripped them, yes?" The question was rhetorical of that Tony knew, but it caused the need that had roared inside of him in those heated moments to rear its head once again. The passion that had caused him to rip her panties was now coursing through his heated veins.

He couldn't stop the groan that ripped its way out of his throat, a heated call that wanted to be answered.

At Tony's groan McGee's attention was diverted away from the window. He took in Tony's wide eyes and flushed cheeks, and the fact that Ziva was slightly turned towards Tony and her face was near her ear. "What's going on?" He spoke slowly, unsure whether or not he would like the answer.

Ziva shot McGee a look, her eyes still glittering with what McGee perceived to be a threat.

"Just Ziva's usual threats." Tony choked out as he discreetly tucked the panties within the confines of his jeans once more. He returned both hands to the wheel as he prayed traffic would lift soon and they would be free from the suffocating confines of the car.

McGee eyed them for a moment longer, before returning his gaze out the window. He wasn't sure but Tony seemed a bit on edge today, and Ziva was almost more sinister. He dully shook his head as he gazed out at the packed cars once again.

Ziva's hand slipped down between Tony and her own legs, and she subtly rubbed the back of her fingers along the outside of his thigh all the while she watched him like a hawk.

Tony's jaw clenched at her subtle caresses. "Stop," He pleaded as her fingers made their way up the tops of his thigh.

Ziva's attention flitted between McGee – to make sure he was still looking elsewhere, and Tony – to see his response to her actions, all the while her expression remained in an unchanging smirk.

Her fingers trailed higher, all the while she hummed along with the song that currently played on the radio; attempting to keep the nonchalant air about her.

"Please…" Tony pleaded again, his erection was pressing firmly against his jeans and his urge to climax was building steadily. He needed her to stop soon, because he was positive if she continued her teasing much longer nothing short of her body would relieve him of his ache.

With the rest of his control, he grabbed her hand, holding it firmly against his thigh with the weight of his palm. "You need to stop." He hissed, lust the only emotion present in his voice.

She shrugged daintily, her tongue flicking across her top lip in a gentle swipe. She glanced at McGee quickly before returning his gaze boldly. "Stop what, Tony?" She questioned innocently as her fingers dug into the flesh of his thigh beneath his grasp.

Tony's head fell back, and he nearly forgot himself at the gentle bite of her nails attempting to embed themselves into his flesh. Her hand was causing waves of heat to tauntingly roll across his skin but he could not let go because he knew she would only continue her torment.

"Tony!" Ziva spoke up, attempting to regain his attention. "Drive." She spoke, slipping her hand out from beneath his own and planting it firmly in her lap a sign that told him she was done playing with him. For now.

Tony stepped on the gas, the traffic seemed to be easing now and he was thankful for that. He looked at Ziva for a second taking in her smirking form with a glare. She was going to have to learn that she was playing with fire, and she was going to get burned.

A bit of a teaser - a filler if you will.

I do not know which is worse, writing in a NyQuil daze or writing on a DayQuil high. Either way I feel that my writing is different though from the reviews I have already got on Fighting Your Demons my NyQuil daze style writing is still good. So that's a plus. What do you think about the DayQuil high writings then? Because that was what this was!

Reviews would be L-O-V-E-L-Y. Really they would, because I do not know about this chapter. I did enjoy having Tony be teased though. Ziva is such a stealth master that McGee had no idea what was going on, can't say the outcome would have been the same if it Gibbs had been in the truck.