Hi all! This is the final chapter of 'Dazed and Confused', but I do have an idea up my sleeve for a new story, so hope you'll keep an eye out for it.

Also, this chapter does get pretty steamy towards the end, so I'll put a warning before that part starts just in case…

Thanks for all your wonderful reviews – I hope you enjoy this chapter too!

Chapter 7:

Tony was still fuming when he eventually got home. He threw his bag on the floor, kicked his shoes off and marched to the fridge to grab a beer. It was still early in the day but he didn't care. What the hell was that all about anyway? Where did she get off telling the world he was a premature ejaculator? He had never done that to the best of his knowledge. Well at least not with Ziva. What sort of a comment was that supposed to be? He took another gulp of the cool liquid before flopping down on the sofa, reaching for the remote to turn on the TV. 2pm in the afternoon, what was he supposed to do for the rest of the day now? He was not about to call Ziva, it was up to her to call him, damn it. He took another swig of beer and put his feet up on the coffee table. At least his apartment was air conditioned. Sighing, he looked over at the phone sitting on the side table, almost willing it to ring.

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Gibbs was quiet on the drive back to Ziva's place, but as she exited his car, he finally spoke, "You did the right thing".

"Yes I suppose you would say that".

Gibbs turned to look at her as she slammed the passenger door shut, the window open.

"He'll get over it. See you tomorrow morning at the office. Get some sleep". Gibbs drove off without waiting to hear a response from Ziva. He wasn't completely happy with the situation, but rules were rules and he wasn't about to start letting his team break them now.

As Ziva walked into her apartment, she immediately glanced over at her answering machine, hoping to see the message light flashing, but nothing. Why did she think Tony would call her after everything she had said to him? Then again, he wasn't exactly Prince Charming with his accusations of her, either. No, she would wait. She would make him fume a bit longer, plus she needed to cool down before she spoke to him anyway. Making her way to the bedroom, she decided a nice, long swim would be the best way to spend the afternoon. Grabbing her bathing suit, towel and swim goggles, the anticipation of swimming fast laps of the pool was what she needed to calm her down. That and a bottle of red wine afterwards…

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The next few days passed with Tony and Ziva quietly ignoring each other. Not that they had the opportunity for much contact. Nothing pressing was happening at the office so everyone was stuck doing paperwork, going over old case files and logging the information into their new internal filing system. Tony arrived after Ziva the first morning, ate lunch at his desk and avoided eye contact whenever possible. Any conversation between them was civil yet strained. Ziva spent the following day out of the office at a training seminar she requested to attend. Friday saw Tony down at the FBI headquarters most of the day, and when he arrived back at NCIS mid afternoon, Ziva had already left for the day. Both had been too pig headed to call the other in the evenings, so they were essentially at a stalemate.

Gibbs and McGee didn't speak about it, they kept their comments to themselves. McGee felt bad for Tony and Ziva, he could see they were both trying to hide their hurt, but he could never discuss that with either of them because both were too damn stubborn to even admit it. Yeah, he figured if anyone deserved each other it was those two.

Tony slumped at his desk, sighing as he ran his fingers through his hair. He'd had enough, he decided it was time to talk to Ziva but wasn't prepared for her to have already left for the day. He needed to know the real reason behind why she didn't seem to care anymore. Was she really only in it for the sex? True, at first he probably was too, but now it seemed to be much more. If only he could admit out loud how much he really did miss her.

"DiNozzo, go home. You're even depressing me." Gibbs walked over to where Tony sat, realizing this was not going to go away in a hurry. "Get drunk, hell, get laid - just do something about your mood and be back on your game monday, that's an order".

Tony glanced over at McGee who just raised his eyebrows. He was feeling claustrophobic in the office anyway, so he was actually relieved to have an early reprieve.

It didn't take him long to grab his bag and make a hasty exit.

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Ziva had busied herself catching up on laundry and general domestic necessities. When she finally sat down she found herself thinking about Tony again. That had been happening to her all week, in fact she found it very hard to concentrate at the office when she saw him, which is why she requested she attend the seminar. He invaded her thoughts and everything she touched reminded her of him, especially the clothes she wore at the motel. His scent was on everything which was another reason why she had to do her laundry. But it didn't help, so she decided it was time to sort this out once and for all. Glancing at her watch she noticed it was nearly 9pm, so she grabbed her car keys and headed downstairs to the parking lot.

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Tony had already watched 2 dvds, yet he was still preoccupied by Ziva. He was confused and angry yet most of all he missed her. He could smell her on his clothes from the motel, he could smell her in his bed and most of all, if he closed his eyes he could see her naked form straddling him, her breasts bouncing as she moved over him. That was it. He was going to sort this out, he was going to go straight over to her apartment right now. He found his car keys and left his apartment, the TV still on and the pizza he was microwaving still in the oven.

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Arriving at Tony's building, Ziva entered the lobby and decided to take the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. She knocked on his door for several minutes without any luck. Pressing her ear up to the door she could hear the television, he was either home and not answering or he went out and left the TV on. He rarely did that so she figured he was home.

"Tony, its me. Come on, open the door – we need to talk". Still nothing. She leant against his door, staring at the ceiling. She could easily pick the lock but that probably would not be a good idea under the circumstances. Then it hit her. What if he had a date? Would he do that? Could he date someone else so quickly? She slammed her fist against the door before taking the elevator back down to the lobby. She sat for a while, gathering her thoughts before deciding what to do. When she stood she saw Tony entering the building.

"Ziva…" Tony stopped in front of her, surprise evident on his face.

"Ah, Tony, I thought you were home and not answering the door, I can hear your television," she was rambling and she knew it.

"I was over at your place." He continued to stare at her, swallowing as he realized his heart had begun to race.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Um… Tony…"

"Ziva I'm sorry, OK. I'm sorry for everything I said to you, I was mad I…"

"Shut up Tony".

"What?"

"Just shut up and kiss me". Ziva looked up at him, her eyes wide and her breathing heavy.

In one fluid movement Tony was kissing her with everything he had. She returned the kiss with just as much intensity. They were so consumed in each other they forgot where they were – in the lobby of his apartment building.

---M rated from here on---

"Lets take this upstairs," Tony breathed in-between kisses.

Ziva lifted her left leg and wrapped it around Tony in an effort to get closer. He groaned low in his throat. At this rate they weren't going to make it upstairs. Then he got an idea – the laundry room was close by. He led Ziva the short distance down the hall and opened the door to the laundry. He glanced around, it was empty. He quickly flipped the latch to lock the door from the inside. Tony lifted her up and placed her on a nearby washing machine. She quickly removed her cargo pants and underwear, all the while watching Tony as he hastily kicked off his jeans and boxers to reveal just how aroused he was. Their lips came together again in a crushing kiss as Ziva wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. He reached down to grab hold of himself, teasing her as he rubbed his tip against her wet folds. Ziva was not in the mood to be teased, she wanted him and she wanted him NOW. She reached down between them and covered his hand with her own, guiding him slowly into her. Tony couldn't help but let out a low moan as her hot wetness engulfed him. This was wild, possessive sex, driven entirely by lust and desire.

Ziva flung her head back as she enjoyed the incredible sensation that was driving her body. She clutched at the sides of the washing machine, only to notice her hand landing on the edge of a tub. She blindly turned on the faucet next to her and flung cold water over Tony as he continued to thrust in and out of her. He groaned loudly, the water creating an inconceivable sensitivity on his hot skin. He reached over her to hit the 'spin' cycle button, immediately kicking the machine into action. Ziva's eyes shot open as the vibration underneath rocked her body to fever pitch. She let out a loud, strangled scream as Tony began to move even quicker within her. This was sweet torture and she didn't think she cold take it anymore, the past few days building up and eventually exploding as she reached her peak, pushing herself harder against Tony to prolong the pleasure. Her uninhibited screams had Tony in such a state he couldn't control himself any longer. He grasped her hips and pushed hard into her a few more times before the intense pressure of his own orgasm shook his entire body. The machine was still vibrating as they clung to each other, sweaty and slick with each others bodily fluids. With the exception of heavy breathing and contented, pleasurable sighs, virtual silence reigned until the machine eventually stopped its cycle and came to an abrupt halt.

It was then that they smiled at each other, realizing where they were and the circumstances that led them to this point. "If this is make-up sex we should fight more often," Ziva breathed against Tony's neck as she regained her composure.

"This isn't make up sex, this is just foreplay."

Ziva raised an eyebrow. "Then lets get out of here and upstairs before I tackle you to the ground for round two."

They broke apart and quickly gathered their clothes. It was only Friday night and Tony intended on making it up to her all weekend. The thought of that made him start to get hard all over again. This didn't go unnoticed by Ziva, who seductively brushed her hand against him. She grabbed him by the arm and pushed him up against the laundry room door before sliding down his body to take him fully into her hot mouth. Tony couldn't breathe, she was killing him with her insatiable appetite but what a way to go! He slowly slid down the door, groaning as he knotted his hands in her hair. His eyes were closed and he didn't know how long he could take it before he would lose control…

"Ziva…"

"Ziva… please, I'm going to…"

Ziva kept on with her ministrations, looking up at him through her lashes as she continued her assault on him with her mouth. She fully intended to finish what she had started. She wanted to taste all of him.

And she did. He groaned loudly as he let go.

Ziva moved up to kiss Tony, tasting himself on her as she licked his lips with her expert tongue. A loud knock on the door alerted them both to reality. "Security. Who's in there?" An authorative voice bellowed and continued to knock as they quickly fetched their discarded clothing and hastily dressed.

Tony unlatched the door to reveal a security guard standing there, along with Mrs Bramble, the 'old bat' who lived up the hall from him. "What are you doing in here with the door locked from the inside?" he suspiciously inquired, taking in Tony and Ziva's rumpled condition and obvious flushed skin.

"I forgot I left something here earlier…" Tony smiled sweetly at Mrs Bramble, who stood behind the security guard with a basket of laundry.

"Young Tony here is such a nice young man, aren't you dear?" she pinched his cheek as she pushed her way past him into the laundry room. "He does all kinds of wonderful things for me, he fixed my bathroom sink, he also helped me with my sick pussy".

Ziva coughed, trying to hide a laugh, as did the security guard who could no longer keep a straight face. "So where is the missing item you came in here to retrieve?" the security guard decided to have some fun with the situation. It was usually a fairly boring job at night, keeping an eye on the premises, and this was the bright spot of his evening so far.

"Wasn't in here after all…" Ziva piped up. She reached for Tony's hand, leading him out of the laundry, "I'm tired, think I need to go to bed 'dear'", she winked at him, a naughty grin upon her face. The security guard was jealous. Tony got to go upstairs with this exotic beauty who obviously wasn't tired, and he had to watch old Mrs Bramble wash her giant underwear. Life wasn't fair sometimes.

In the elevator, it was obvious Ziva had one thing on her mind for tonight and Tony was quite OK with that. After all, they did have all weekend ahead of them and somewhere in there they would find the time to talk.

But first things first. Tony moved in to kiss Ziva as they walked towards his apartment after exiting the elevator, turning the key in the lock without breaking contact. They scrambled inside, the door slamming shut behind them in the darkness.

Talking was way over-rated anyway.

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