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Chapter 4

Tony walked into the apartment; the only light that lit the room was the light from the moon and the street lights outside. He carefully took his pack of his back and stood on his good leg while he took his jacket off and hung it on the hook near the door.

He walked further into the apartment. Ziva sat, quietly on the couch in the living room, a tub of ice-cream in her hand eating it straight out of the container with a spoon. This was not good. Ziva never ate ice-cream like that. She never really had a sweet tooth. This was new territory for Tony. "Do you want me to turn the light on babe?" Tony was probably the only man she would EVER let call her anything other then her actual name. She sat there, silently seething. "Babe? You know, funny story, McGee had to give me a lift home, seems my ride left without me." Ziva rolled her eyes, still not saying anything. "Ziva. Please, talk to me."

"why didn't Miriam just give you a lift home, I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

"Mim's and I used to work together. We were just catching up."

"Catching up??? Do you think I am stupid? I saw your face light up when you realised who it was, and you did no work all day, all you did was flirt with… her"

"Come on you can't honestly be jealous. I married you. I begged you to marry me, even to stay married to me that time. I never thought I'd actually roll over one morning, as you sleepily opened your eyes and pull out that ring from my draw and ask you to marry me. It was you, it was all you, you made me the man I am, the man I want to be. How can you be jealous?"

"You didn't even tell her who I was."

"I just got caught up in reminiscing. It wasn't intentional." Ziva looked him square in the eye, trying to get a reading on what he was thinking, and if he was telling the truth.

"Did you ever sleep with her?"

"No. Never."

"but you wanted to?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I used to want to sleep with everyone, you knew that." Ziva stabbed the spoon into the ice-cream. She had known it, she'd even been like that herself, but she didn't think she'd actually meet one of his… pursuits, and the fact he never got his way with her? She wondered if unresolved issues would come flooding back. She reached for the end table next to the couch. She pulled out a sour gummy worm, dipped it in the now soft ice cream and ate it.

"that's disgusting Ziva." Tony said, scruntching his face as he watched her put the foul concoction into her mouth.

"It is actually not that bad. I do not trust her Tony, I will snap her little neck if she tries to get closer to you."

"Now that's the Ziva I know and love." He kissed her on the forehead, and took the ice-cream out of her hand, picked up the bag of sour worms and started hobbling towards the kitchen as best he could. How about we get some real dinner, at least that way I'll have something to loose when I watch you eat any more of this delightful dessert."

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Tony and Ziva walked into NCIS headquarters early the next morning, they were aware they hadn't been terribly productive yesterday and wanted to make some head way to make it up to the team. The dark squad room was empty as they sat down and started up their computers. "Hey Ziva?"

"Yes Tony."

"I need a little more information about the case."

"What type of information?"

"like all of it. I guess I was so busy… well you know, talking to Miriam,"

"don't you mean, Honey-Buns?"

"Very funny, basically I don't even know what or who we are looking for."

"You really didn't do any work yesterday did you?"

Ziva went on to explain the case to Tony, how Gibbs had got a description of the car during interrogation, the concern about military grade weapons being sold on the street and the fact a naval personnel was moonlighting as muscle, aligning himself with such an unsavoury character.

They set to work, matching cars, looking into officers that would be able to pull off such a hist, rosters, deployments, inventory irregularities. Several hours past and people started arriving to commence their working day. By the time Gibbs arrived, coffee cup in hand, they had a few leads, and were eager to impress him with them.

"What time did you two get here?" Gibbs demanded to know.

"0500 Boss" Tony said boastfully.

"Good, you find anything?"

"We have found a few things, or suspects. Leon Wilson has clearance for high level weaponry." Ziva started

"arh, but Leon was deployed around the time your witness said he bought the gun," Tony eagerly interrupted, wanting so badly for Gibbs to recognise his 'brilliance.' "I think the more likely suspect would be…"

"Morning all, isn't it such a lovely day? Oh Tony you know you should be up and about on that leg, Zeta, you really should take better care of him, here Tony, I'll get you a chair." Miriam had swanned into the bullpen pulling of her Hermes scarf from around her neck as she did. She wheeled the chair from behind Tony's desk closer to him.

"It's Ziva." She scowled as she looked at the tall leggy blond, she was sure she'd worn that tight little skirt and heels purely for Tony's benefit. She moved back to behind her desk and sat down pretending to look at something on the screen rather then let everyone see her emotions and it wouldn't have been hard with her blood boiling like it was.

"So, what have we found?"

"Oh yeah, as I was saying, it's more likely to be Jim Wallace. He's on leave at the moment but is reported to have gotten pretty seriously into gambling a few years ago and racked up a whole lot of debt that someone at his level wouldn't be able to pay off. Now he's driving round in some very expensive cars claiming a wealthy relative passed away and left him a fortune."

"Ziva, check out his story about a relative willing him a lot of money." Gibbs ordered.

"On it."
"Tony I need you to go check out where this guy works. Look into their inventory, get statements. You know the drill"

"Arh Boss, in case you haven't noticed I'm probably not the most,,, able to do that right now."

"Fine, take Fallon with you." Ziva's head snapped up. At least while they were near her she could keep an eye on them, and make sure Miss Fallon was trying anything on that she wouldn't approve of.

"Gibbs, is that really wise? I mean, Tony is still on crutches and….

"He came into work Ziva, must mean he feels he's ready. He shouldn't be here if he's not able to fulfil the requirements of the job."

OH NO..... will Ziva be right? wll something happen? will TOny give in to tempation.... will Gibbs head slap anyone? All these questions and more will be answered... but... the more reviews I get, the faster I work!!! hint hint.