This chapter is dedicated to Endoh Misaki, who requested the pillow talk :)
"What exactly were you doing with our curtain anyway?" Ziva inquired as she pulled onto the highway. She shot a curious glance in McGee's direction, all the while attempting to press the gas pedal through the floor of the car. At least that's how it seemed to McGee. Just when he'd started believing she'd actually improved her driving.
He gripped the edge of his seat with his good hand. "Could you please watch the road?" he pleaded, trying to force his voice to sound calm. With not much success, but at least he tried.
Ziva shrugged and complied. "Well?" she questioned.
McGee sighed and kept himself from looking out of the side window, an action which would've surely made his mind realize their actual speed. "Gibbs wanted me to put cameras into the house, just in case."
She made a sharp overtake, and just as quickly as she'd switched the lane, she was back in the old one. "Into every room?"
He gave a muffled shriek over the sudden maneuver. "All but the bedroom. And of course not bathrooms. I'll put the bedroom one into place tomorrow," he promised.
Ziva stepped hard on the break when the car in front of her haltered for no visible reason. She slammed her hand onto the horn and switched lanes to pass the car. Looking out from the window to her left she could see a middle-aged man with a rather worried expression talking to his cell phone. He didn't seem to be aware of what was happening around him.
"Do not bother with the bedroom," she said. It sounded a bit like an order rather than a suggestion.
"But Gibbs said…" McGee started, but was cut off.
"I do not care what Gibbs said." She turned her head to glare at him.
He quickly looked away. "Fine," he replied.
Satisfied with the outcome Ziva looked back at the road ahead of them. She didn't want to get McGee in trouble with Gibbs for disobeying his orders, but it wasn't like she was going to give up the last spot where they could get some privacy. That was, of course, if they planned to use it someday. But nevertheless it was good to know that they could, well, get intimate without Gibbs knowing about it right away.
At the same time McGee tried to get his mind off the matter. It wasn't really any of his business what his coworkers did in the bedroom. In a shared bedroom. In a shared bed. He knew he'd probably never find out anyway. That, however, couldn't keep him from speculating. Nor keep him from being interested.
His mind of a writer started formulating it into a scene. Maybe Tommy would fall off a chair and hurt himself and Lisa would make him feel better. Then maybe something involving bedroom and both Tommy and Lisa tearing the clothes off of each other…
He was yanked out of his musings by Ziva bringing the car to a halt in front of a large building that was presumably the hospital.
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Ziva parked the car into the driveway of her and Tony's new house. She got out of the vehicle and closed the door quietly to not wake Tony in case he'd managed to fall asleep. McGee did the same, using his right hand, seeing as half of his left was now in a plaster cast. His pinkie and the finger next to it, to be precise.
The diagnosis on his finger had been one that his imaginative mind didn't take very easily. The binds keeping the joint together were broken, but in his head he could see the joint moving up and down, from right to left, back and forth, with nothing keeping it together. He'd forced the image out of his mind, but his stomach had still done flip-flops when the doctor had looked at his pinkie from different angles, made some thoughtful noises and sent him to the x-ray.
He'd felt even worse when another doctor had looked at the picture, and with a grim look, told him what was wrong with it.
McGee couldn't stop wondering if all of the doctors in trauma were like that, overly dramatic, or was it just his questionable luck.
"Thanks for taking me to the hospital," he said to Ziva. He raised his bandaged hand and gave a short chuckle.
She shrugged indifferently. "No problem," she replied and set her steps towards the house. "Good night, McGee."
He nodded once, in an affirmation that he'd heard her. "Good night." He didn't add her name to the end, since he was not entirely sure which name he should use. Her real one, or her undercover one? It was unlikely that any nosy neighbor was watching them at 1 AM at night, but it was better to be sure than sorry.
He headed to his car, only to find a cat with very fluffy brown and black fur sleeping on the front of his car, making use of the warmth the engine was radiating.
He muttered incoherently under his breath and tapped rather loudly onto the metal. "Hey!" he called, tapping a little louder.
The cat raised its head and blinked once at him, making no move to leave though.
McGee sighed and tentatively reached out and pushed the animal slightly. "Go home," he ordered and pushed harder.
The cat rose to its feet and made a sound towards McGee that was both angry and annoyed at the same time. It then proceeded to jump down his car gracefully. To McGee's great relief it ran away along the street, wiggling its tail at him. After about fifteen yards it turned away from the street into some bushes and disappeared from McGee's sight.
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In the meantime Ziva entered the house, slipping through the door quietly as a ghost. She placed her keys onto a small table near the door and ascended the stairs, her feet making no sound against the wooden surface.
She relayed solely on her memory as she made her way through the pitch black darkness of the room. Her memory didn't fail her. She entered their bedroom, and again refrained from putting on any light.
First she went to the bathroom where she quickly brushed her teeth, then she reentered the bedroom. Finding her way towards the bed wasn't nearly as difficult as it had been to find the bedroom. Tony hadn't pulled the covers in front of the window, a fact which allowed the moonlight to shine in its full force. It painted the whole room a shade of cold blue.
He was laying on the right side of the bed, leaving the left side, which was also the side closer to the window, vacant. Ziva slipped under the covers, wondering if he'd known which side she prefers, or he just liked the right side better.
A small smile graced her features as she remembered the sleeping arrangements for their last undercover op together which required them sleeping together. Then too, had she slept on the left side of the bed.
She saw, as well as felt, Tony shifting beside her. Moonlight illuminated his face, the blue giving it a surreal look. His eyes were open.
"You are not sleeping?" she questioned softly.
He chuckled quietly. "Do I look like I am?"
Ziva shrugged with one shoulder. "I suppose not," she agreed. Their gazes lingered on each other.
"How did Probie's hand-drama end?"
This time it was Ziva who chuckled. "He got a cast," she informed him.
Tony smirked. "Yeah," he said absently. "Leave it to him to break something."
The silence filled the room for a minute.
"You know," Ziva begun once she'd found the silence had gotten a bit too long. "You really have to go to work tomorrow."
He groaned loudly and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. "It's not like I have to actually work in Quantico!" he exclaimed.
Ziva rolled onto her back as well. "Judging by what McGee said, they're going to find you a suitable place there."
He immediately propped his head up on one elbow, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp and focused. "Why wasn't I told that?" he demanded.
She merely shrugged again. "Do not blame me. I am merely the messenger." She propped her head up on her elbow too, mirroring his posture. "How did your saying go? Don't stab the messenger?"
Tony snorted. "Don't shoot the messenger," he corrected. "Speaking of shooting, you still sleep with a gun?"
She gave him a smirk, her eyes sparkling playfully. "Find out for yourself," she suggested.
He grinned and reached his hand under her pillow. Sure enough, his fingertips brushed against metal. He drew his hand back. "And there goes the illusion of a nice innocent wife." He shook his head, feigning deep disappointment.
She grinned mischievously, looking a lot like a Cheshire cat. "I never said I am nice and innocent," she reminded him playfully. "Meow." She chuckled at the wicked expression that appeared on her "husband's" face. "Good night, Tony."
He shook his head slightly in wonder. "Good night, my crazy ninja."
I know you deserve a longer chapter, but that's all I've got right now. And I figured a bit shorter than usual update is better than no update at all :)