Sorry for this delay-ing of chapter, but school just finished for me and I also didn't have any inspiration. Now, (obviously) when I shouldn't have any, I do. Thats crap for you.
Understanding Principals
Gibbs was standing in his kitchen, not exactly knowing what he was doing there. Oh I can sense what is happening right now, he thought, as he got himself another bourbon. I can just picture them, Dinozzo and David. Abby and the probie. Jenny would know what to do right now. Gibbs drained what was left of his drink and tried to get the mental images that he was experiencing out of his mind.
He kept recalling the photos of his team members that were posted on Abby's screen in her lab. I can just imagine McGee with his hands all over my little girl. I don't even wanna think about what Dinozzo is doing to David.
Gibbs knew he wouldn't bring himself to pace around the kitchen, but he did. And he walked, and walked, and eventually his straight back walk turned into a swagger, and as he consumed more and more bourbon, an idea struck him. This was the type of thing that he would only do ever when he was under the influence this much, but still enough to calculate occurrences and to form sentences.
He was going to call Mike Franks.
Gibbs flipped his phone open and dialed Franks. He waited patiently for the call to connect to Mexico, and then waited some more for Franks to pick up his phone.
'Probie? Its 2am and I was asleep,' he answered gruffly.
'Yeah well I got a real problem,' Gibbs tried to sound as dominant as he could while in his state.
'What?' Franks shot back as a whisper, obviously trying to be quiet. Gibbs could faintly hear him open a screen door, and then he heard him squeak it shut behind him.
'And hurry up probie I wanna get back to sleep,' now speaking at full volume, and Gibbs could imagine wild hand gestures to match his words.
'All my agents are nailing each other,' Gibbs said, his voice full of melancoly.
'Which is against your stupid rules. I told you nothing good would come out of those rules. And you only made them so no one else on the team could have Jenny, and they were too scared to break that rule. Have you gone soft on your agents?'
'No. And how did you know about that?' Gibbs questioned, his voice close to slurring.
'I know everything probie. Now, who is doing who?' Franks asked calmy.
'DiNozzo and David. McGee and Abby. This is shit,' Gibbs trailed off.
'So the fancy-dresser-smart-mouth is going out with the-assassin-Israeli-sexy-one. And the computer-Elf Lord is going out with the cute-forensics-Goth one that I like,' Franks concluded.
'Pretty much.'
'What the hell are you gonna do 'bout that then Probie?'
Gibbs thought for a moment then answered, 'Have them spade,' without a tone of sarcasm in his voice.
'Really now? Well I got a better idea that would sure piss me off more than that,' Mike said with a chuckle.
* * *
TONY'S APARTMENT;
Both panting from their recent couch based activities, Ziva, sat up and looked Tony straight in the eye.
'You like that did you?' Tony asked with a grin.
'You. Have. No. Idea,' Ziva panted back, accentuating every word with a soft kiss on the lips.
Suddenly, Ziva stood up and walked in all her naked glory into Tony's bedroom, tuning to wink before stepping into the room, leaving a very hard, and clueless Tony sitting on the sofa. Curious, he poured himself another glass of red wine and followed Ziva into his bedroom.
He walked in to find all the lights out, and once he became accustomed to the light, he found that he could see no trace of Ziva. Tony heard a sinister chuckle and spun around to see that Ziva had taken the liberty of closing the door behind him in a very ninja-like fashion, without a sound.
She advanced upon Tony, stole his wine glass and stood a centimeter in front of him, taking a long sip, and never losing eye contact with him.
'What are you thinking, sweetcheeks?' Tony murmured before taking the glass back off her and having a sip without breaking eye contact.
'Have you ever had a fantasy about me, Tony?' Ziva replied, cocking her head to the side and raising one eye brow seductively, before taking another sip of wine while Tony was still holding the glass, which he found was surprisingly hot.
Tony threw his head back and laughed softly, and came to look back at Ziva. 'Only about every five minutes. Actually, I had a little day-dream about what we just did at work the other day... You are asking that as a rhetorical question, right?'
Ziva smiled back at him and gave him a skeptical stare. 'Did you ever consider that I have little fantasies too?' she asked, unzipping the fly on Tony's suit pants.
Tony groaned as her fingers came in momentary contact with his hard-on.
'Yes Tony, you have no idea how many times over the last few years I have lain, restless and wet in my own bed, touching and stroking myself, and trying to get rid of this never ending, tension, that I feel every time I see you. How wet you get me just by the normal flirting every single morning, how I am so wound up by the time I get home that the only way to end it is to call one of my ex-boyfriends and then try not to scream out your name when I picture you doing what he is,' Ziva ended rather sadly.
'I didn't want to compromise our partnership in anyway,' she whispered. 'But I think that we have taken our amazingly good partnership to the next level.'
Tony had been so interested and had become so hard listening to Ziva's story, that he hadn't noticed the fact that she had removed him of his pants and tied his hands to the door handle with his belt.
Crazy ninja, Tony thought. He could make out in the moonlight Ziva, lying on her back on his PI DiNOZZO bed that she had bought for him, completely naked.
'Well, maybe if you release me from the door, then I could help you with that problem that you have been telling me about,' Tony hinted.
'Oh, Tony. I am nowhere near finished having my fun,' Ziva said lifting herself up from the bed.
'I suppose that there is a fairly reoccurring fantasy that I have,' she told him casually, leaning on her elbows.
'Do tell sweetcheeks,' Tony said, becoming harder then he thought was possible, which made him think that he would certainly have blue balls forever.
'Well this particular one is one that I only allow myself to think about at home,' she started.
'Why only at home?' Tony gasped, already thinking about what was to come.
Ziva eyed Tony with a look that screamed TAKE ME! 'Because thats where I can scream the loudest,' she said huskily.
'Oh God,' Tony managed to choke out.
'Do you want me to go on,' Ziva said. 'Tony?' she whispered sexily. But she didn't get an answer from him, just a disgruntled sort of half groan half moan noise, which she comprehended as a yes.
'So,' Ziva started, spreading her legs. 'I get home from a long day at work and start taking my clothes off to have get changed. Once I am completely naked, I hear a noise behind me, but I dismiss it as a noise from the street,' Ziva raised her arms above her head and giggled, sneaking a look at Tony's ever growing erection. He was watching her greedily with a look of pure arousal and wanting.
'I bend over the table to reach a wineglass when,' she looked Tony right in the eye. 'I hear the door open. I turn around to see you there, you close the door behind you and cross the floor in a instant. You kiss me on the mouth, so softly,' she whispered, waiting for his reaction.
'You would do that, wouldn't you Tony?' she asked innocently.
'Yes,' was all she got. Remembering to breathe, Tony looked up to the ceiling, but all he could see was what Ziva just described.
'Good,' she purred. 'Now, you reach down and touch me exactly where I need it, just the right pressure, slowly at first, in little circles,' she stopped to let out a low moan as she demonstrated, massaging her clit just as she described. She arched her back and ran her free hand through her hair, then she moved it so that she was playing with her rock-hard nipples. She bit her lip, and closed her eyes as her finger sped up.
'Then,' (pant) 'your finger speeds up, and starts moving up and down,' (pant) 'and you slip your finger inside me, and pull it out and suck it in your mouth,' (pant) she said, removing her finger to place it in her mouth.
'Oh God. Jesus Christ Ziva...' Tony breathed out, now desperately trying to free himself from the door.
'Then you flip me over again so that my back is to your chest, and you keep going with your finger up, down,' (pant) 'as you enter me from behind,' (pant).
'And ahh,' Ziva tried to regain her breath, as she began to bite her bottom lip. 'Ooh Tonny!' she cried as she continued her ministrations until she came with a soft scream of pleasure.
'Mhhmmm, Tony, that was good. Do you think that you would do that? How hard are you Tony?' Ziva asked as she made her way from the bed to stand in front of Tony.
'So hard for you, I had NO idea that you could think of something so...dirty,' Tony managed to say, which was surprising seeing as all the blood that was normally in his brain had traveled south in a hurry, and it was interesting that he still could form words, let alone sentences.
'Hmm, look at that,' Ziva said as she placed her hands on his hips and planted small kisses on Tony's neck and shoulders, as he tried to remind himself to breathe.
'Look at what, sweetcheeks?' Tony whispered, still amused at his word-and-sentence-forming-abilities in his current state.
Ziva looked Tony right in the eye, and let her right hand wander down and trace the planes of his chest, then went down further, and suddenly and firmly grasped him at the hilt.
Tony groaned loudly, and thought he was going to pass out from the ultimate pleasure that he was being supplied with from Ziva.
'Ha, that,' Ziva paused. 'How do you want it Tony? Slow, soft, hard, fast? What do you want me to do?'
Ziva slid her hand loosely up and down Tony's shaft, her other hand also moved down and was now rolling his balls around in her palm.
'Only as tight as you are, and only as fast as you would want to go if you were riding me,' Tony said, as Ziva groaned more deliciously then he had ever heard her.
'Is this turning you on, Zee-vah?' he said with a smile, slowly regaining the ability to speak without choking now.
Ziva tightened her hand and sped up her movements, eliciting a long husky moan from Tony.
She bit her lip and replied, 'I'm so wet for you Tony, don't make it any harder.' Ziva swiped her thumb over his tip, and bought it to her mouth to suck off the pre-cum that was there.
She gazed into his eyes and realized that she was in trouble.
MEANWHILE, BEHIND TONY'S BACK...
Tony had been grappling with his make-shift shackles the moment Ziva had lain down on his bed. Now all he had to do was to slip the rest of his left hand and right thumb out, and then, she was SO in trouble.
BACK TO ZIVA'S SIDE...
All the sudden without any warning, Ziva was picked up by Tony and carried to his bed where he lay her down and moved to hover over her.
'How in hell did you do that?' she queeried.
'As I'm sure you know, I'm very good,' he said back, sealing his remark with a crushingly passionate kiss.
'What are you going to do now?' Ziva gasped with a grin as Tony started to play with her rock hard nipples.
'Oh, I think you know exactly what is coming to you,' he shot back, lowering himself down to her for another heart racing kiss.
He was just about to enter her when....
RIIINNNGGG, RIIINNNGGG!
'Just leave it,' Ziva sighed, glancing at the caller I.D. And seeing that it was Gibbs. He gave us the rest of the night off, didn't he? She thought, feeling rather defeated.
Tony shrugged, and rolled so that Ziva was on top. She ground her hips against his, and moaned when Tony's fingers came in contact with her clit, for the second time that evening.
RIIINNNGGG, RIIINNNGGG!
Ziva looked at Tony worryingly, 'If its really important, he'll leave a message,' he assured her.
RIIINNNGGG, RIIINNNGGG!
Hi, you've reached Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. If you leave your name and number after the beep, I'll call back ASAP. BEEP!
'Hmmm, my very Special Agent,' Ziva sighed and was about to kiss him again when...
'DiNOZZO! DAVID!' Gibbs' voice rang out from the answering machine.
' I DON'T WANNA KNOW WHATS HAPPENING, BUT IF I DONT' SEE YOU AT YOUR DESKS IN 20 MINUTES, I WILL BE OVER THERE,' he threatened.
Tony and Ziva looked at each other, both of them figuring that if they didn't stop and leave right away, with Ziva driving, that they would get an unexpected surprise from their boss and it wouldn't be pretty.
'NOW!' he yelled, then hanging up in a rather Gibbs-like fashion.
Tony and Ziva looked at each other, before rolling off the bed with a thump and drastically searching for the mysterious-black-hole, which seems to always suck up any clothes discarded on the floor. Oh well lesson learned, as Tony had to make a pit-stop at Ziva's apartment to find a new bra.
SORRY THAT THIS ALSO HAS CRAPPY ENDING. PROMISE TO UPDATE SOON...REVIEWS??
