They woke up the next morning next to each other with their limbs entangled. Tony kissed Ziva forehead and she smiled, eyes still closed. When she did open her eyes her gaze was soft and happy, much the same as it had been last night.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi," Tony chuckled then he kissed her nose. Ziva stretched out her body and wrapped her arms around Tony, kissing his lips long and hard.
Tony pulled away first saying, "I hate to ruin the moment, but we have to go to work."
"No," moaned Ziva, tucking her head into the crook of Tony's neck. He ran his fingers across the smooth skin of her bare back.
"I know, but if Gibbs finds out we slept together and we're late."
"You have a good point," she mumbled into his shoulder. She threw the blankets off herself and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She picked Tony's shirt up off the floor and wrapped it around herself before standing up.
"I don't think I've ever seen someone look so good in and over sized shirt before," Tony laughed. He expected some snide remark but instead he got another kiss. He watched her as she walked to the closet and dressed herself.
"Tony, if you don't start moving we really are going to be late. Here," she threw an outfit at him. "Put that on and let's get going."
"Where did you get these?" he asked picking up his clothes.
"You left them on your desk a few weeks ago and I grabbed them."
"You planned this?" he smiled.
"Maybe," she walked over and kissed him again. "Now get going."
"You're late," called McGee as soon as he saw Tony and Ziva step off the elevator.
"McGee," Ziva cheered. "You're back." She walked over and gave him a hug. "How are you feeling?"
"Good, other than the hole in my hand." He held up his left hand, which was wrapped in bandages.
"Poor McGee," she gave his hand a kiss.
"Who are you and what have you done with Ziva?"
"Yeah, what have you done with Ziva?" Tony called. She turned and smiled at him. "So, McGeek," Tony continued, "are you back back, or are you just back."
"I'm not aloud to work in the field, if that's what you mean."
"You are going to leave me all alone with Gibbs and DiNozzo?" The look on Ziva face was half joking, half sincere worry.
"Sorry, Ziva, doctors orders." She smiled again then went back to her desk. They all worked in silence for half an hour or so until Gibbs walked into the bullpen.
"Gear up," he said, and then stopped. He turned to look at McGee. "Welcome back, Tim."
"Thanks, Boss, but I'm not really back," he waved his bandaged hand. Tony and Ziva stood in the walkway waiting for Gibbs. She felt his fingers touch hers, and she moved closer to him so no one else would see.
"What are you two doing?" Gibbs said without even turning around.
"Nothing," they both said, stepping away from each other.
Gibbs stared at them for a second before saying, "Ziva, you're driving."