Author's note - I've been really busy lately so this is a few days late. Sorry! Please review, it really makes my day. Enjoy!

Gibbs stood up and walked toward the elevator. "Ziva!" he shouted.

"Yes Gibbs?"

"Come on! We've found the wife!"

"She came home?"

"In a sense yes."

"What? I do not understand."

"She's dead."

They arrived at the scene. It was a side street just two blocks away from where Bethany was found. Gibbs approached the woman. She was lying on the floor, he head smashed in. There was a pool of blood around her and Gibbs noticed the similarity between her and the first vic, not just in their way of death. "She looks like Bethany Roberts." stated Gibbs. Ziva walked over to the body.

"Wow! Yeah, she does. Identical. Maybe our killer noticed the similarities?"

"Maybe." he spotted something in the corner of his eye. "What's this?"

"I don't know. It looks like the casing to a dagger. Maybe it's the vic's?"

"I don't think it's the killer's, there are no stab wounds on the body."

"I will bag and tag then send them to Abby."

"Ok get McGee as well."

"Sure."

Ziva entered the lab to find Tony lying on the evidence table, asleep. Ziva was feeling mischievous and decided to scare him. She filled a boiling tube up with water and slowly dropped it on Tony's face. Drip by drip the tube got emptier. When she had used half the water she remembered how she had woken Tony in Paris and simply poured the remaining water onto his face. He woke with a start. "Ahhh!" he screamed. Ziva let out a laugh.

"Afternoon my little hairy butt!"

"Sweet cheeks, why would you do that to me?"

"Because I love you. And you were lying there looking vunerable." she smirked.

"You took advantage of me, you abused my trust!"

"Shut up Tony! It's not like I hurt you!"

"I think my ego got hurt! I trusted you!" his mock angry face was failing and he couldn't help but laugh. "It's ok Zi, I forgive you."

"I didn't apologise."

"You wouldn't.' he had swung his legs over the table and was now swinging them back and forth. He stopped swing and grabbed Ziva's waist.

"Ahh!" she squealed.

"Ha! I got you now!" he narrowed his eyes as if about to do something funny but evil. Ziva felt herself drawing closer to him. Suddenly his lips met hers and she kissed him back. Her arms found the back of his neck as his hands roamed her back. They broke away for air.

"I see your painkillers haven't numbed your sense of romance."

"Nope. What'd ya come down here for anyway?"

"To give those to Abby." she said, pointing to the bags she had placed on the counter.

"Is that all?" he raised his eyebrows at her.

"I just happened to run into you. Glad I did." she smirked before kissing him again. "Oh and I was told to take McGee to the scene."

"Talking about McGee has quickly put me outta the mood."

"Oh well, are you still on leave?"

"I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow and we will see after that..." he raised his eyebrow suggestively.

"We will see indeed, if you are good that is." At that moment McGee walked into the lab.

"Oh hey guys, I'm not interrupting am I?"

"No you are just in time. I need you to come back to the scene with me." she turned to Tony, "Baby, will you tell Abby I sent the bags of evidence when you see her please?"

"Of course sweet cheeks." he kissed her on the lips quickly before lying back on the table.

"What did you do to him this time?" asked McGee as soon as they were in the car, Ziva in the passenger seat.

"Nothing!" McGee let out a deep breath.

"Really Ziva?"

"Ok so I poured water on him to wake him up. It was funny! Plus he would never do anything back to me."

"Yeah he wouldn't do anything back to you, he would to me!"

"Well unless you want to go out with him I suggest you stop moaning or I will tell him you have a man crush on him."

"No! Tony has already told first floor that I am gay! I don't need it from you!"

"Aww, was that just to get girls?"

"Yes."

"I thought so. He admires you you know." McGee spit his coffee out.

"What? Really?"

"Yeah! He likes how you aren't afraid to stand up to him."

"Wow, I never knew."

"He told me. He also said that that was one of the reasons he was attracted to me but we will forget about that."

"Now I feel so much better!" he said sarcastically.

"Take it as a compliment. It took a lot for me to get that out of him."

"I suppose."

They arrived back to the scene. McGee Was taken aback when he saw the woman.

"Wow. Isn't she-"

"Rachael Springer? Yeah and she's dead." interrupted Gibbs.

"Wasn't she also one of our main suspects?"

"Not anymore. Of course she might have killed Bethany but it looks like the same MO." said Ziva who had already started processing the scene from where she left off.

"So this could be some random killer who doesn't know about the husbands?"

"How often do you get a random killer?" asked Gibbs. McGee opened his mouth to speak but was silenced. "Not very often. Meaning this killer probably knew. McGee I want you to process the surrounding area while Ziva and I do around the body."

"Yes boss."

The three agents got to work and soon they had enough evidence to be sent back to the lab. Gibbs sent McGee back as he wanted to talk to Ziva. They were now sat in the car waiting for McGee's car to disappear. Once he was no longer in sight Gibbs sighed.

"You ok?"

"I am fine. Why would I not be?"

"Ziva, it's Tali's birthday in two weeks."

"It would be her birthday."

"She may not be alive in here," he motioned to the car. "but she is still alive in here." he pointed to her heart.

"I am fine."

"You keep saying that but I'm not believing it."

"I am fine, I mean it."

"Ziva, I've said it before and I will say it again. My door is always open. Even if it is 3am you can talk to me, I won't tell Tony."

"Thank you Gibbs. I owe you."

"You owe me nothing. And by the way, I can tell when you are upset."

"Thank you." The smile on her face was genuine now. "I guess I should not have hidden it from you."

"It's ok Ziva, we all hide things."

As it had been a long day Gibbs let Tony and Ziva go home for the night. As they walked out the bullpen, Tony limping slightly, they were both tired and hungry. "How about we order in and watch a film?" asked Tony.

"That sounds great my little hairy butt."

"I am great sweet cheeks, you should know that." he smirked.

"Oh really?" she replied as his arm slid around her middle. They walked like this until getting to their car.

Once home the couple got settled and, while Ziva was getting them a drink, Tony rang the pizza place. Next was the problem of the film. Ziva wanted the Sound of Music whilst Tony wanted Goldfinger. Both defended their sides, Ziva arguing musical and Tony, Bond. Eventually they came to a decision; a compromise. Hitch. Tony loved it for Will Smith, Ziva for the love story that blossomed during the course of the film. The pizza came a couple of minutes in and, once she had removed herself from Tony's embrace, Ziva payed the man before carrying it to the coffee table. He laughed as she picked a piece up with her hands. "What?" she asked suspiciously.

"Nothing. Just that you aren't using kitchen utensils of a sort."

"Did you expect me to use a knife and fork when I'm starving?"

"Yeah. You always say that you are disgusted by my eating habits yet you eat it with your hands." he chuckled.

"Do you want any of the pizza or not?" she said playfully. He took her piece from her hands. "Tony!"

"Yes sweet cheeks?" there was a smug, and frankly quite flirty, smirk on his face as he bit into the pizza.

"Ugh!" she moaned as she reached for another slice. "You can be so immature!"

"But you love me for it!" he kissed her on the cheek.

"Yes I do."