Title: Badass

Author: Ihave207Bones, SplishySplash

Characters: Tony/Ziva/Gibbs

Pairing: T/Z

Genre: Action, Humor

Disclaimer: I own nothing

Summary: In sticky situations she was cool as a cucumber and looked totally hot doing it.

She was like freaking Lara Croft in every sense of the word, she was dressed in khaki cargo pants that probably held every knife, gun and throwing star she had own with a tight black t-shirt that clung tightly to her with a dangerous neck line, which shouldn't be allowed in dress code. Her hair was braided for a case and hung down her back when the situation got out of control.

Gunshots rang all around us, forcing me and her onto the ground in a heap, before I could even think she had her trusty SIG out of her hip holster drawn at the direction of the shots, I couldn't see what she was pointing at. "Ziva." I whispered.

"Shh!" She hissed, her eyes darting from side to side using her sniper skills to scope for the shooters. I searched the room to see if McGee and Gibbs followed us into the large room that was filled with metal boxes, which kind of reminded me of the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark with the rows and rows of boxes at the Smithsonian, which we were not at, but an abandoned building. The entrance we took into the room was blocked and Ziva knew it. "They are trying to separate us."

Of course they did, murders were usually the predators on the Discovery Channel that separated the sickly zebras from the heard and ate them for lunch. But boy were they ever wrong, Ziva David is completely badass and I am just glad that I am on the same side as her. "How many?" I asked, she peeked around the box we were hiding behind as my back rested against it, checking the clip in my own gun.

"Four I think." She mumbled and I frowned, when Ziva thought it meant she wasn't sure. She reached into her boot and pulled out her much smaller gun, it changed so I wasn't sure what it was. "On the count of three." She whispered.

On the count of three what?

"One."

I didn't question it.

"Two."

Okay maybe I should have, but I assumed I was covering her and you know what they say about assuming.

Before I could react, she jumped out from behind the box and I followed with our firearms pointed ahead. She pointed at the corners pulling off two shots at each of the men who flanked the outsides as I got one shot off at the man on the upper floors.

She was off by her estimates as we were completely surrounded. I took the front and fired another three rounds, nailing two more. We ran across the room and she picked up a dead man's semi automatic as we took cover again. With her breathing labored she reached into her other boot and handed the clip to me, just in case I was close. We shared a look and she gave the signal, I go to the right and she took the left.

One

Two

Three

I stepped out, firing shot after shot and looked at her. Standing cool as a cucumber she fired the semiautomatic taking out the remaining men that stood on the balcony.

She looked totally hot.

We took another round coming at us and we dove behind another box, but she didn't surrender so easily, firing another few shots as we hit the ground in a collective heap.

The silence was unbearable as we laid there on the hard floor and I mentally catalogued both our injuries. I couldn't really tell from where I was laying, but we both seemed unscathed. "You okay?" I asked in a whisper.

"Yes, you?" She asked breathlessly, her face was so close to mine I could feel her breathing against my face. Her eyes glanced at my lips and it seemed to me she was getting bothered by our situation, but now wasn't the time.

I took a deep breath to calm the feeling that was rushing through me. "I'm good." I said as some loud pounding from outside the room, followed by our names being called.

It was a moment longer before she spoke again. "Hey Tony?"

"Yes?" I asked.

"Can you get off of me?" She asked and I frowned, forgetting that I was on top of her and she could very well kill me with her finger so I rolled of and sat up as she did the same. I was able to give her the once over a little better, she was bleeding slightly from her elbow where she scraped it when she fell and I was okay.

She got to her feet slowly and surveyed the area for any other potential threats, but seemed satisfied with the outcome enough to wipe the dust from her front. She held out her hand and I took it, getting up to my feet slowly and copied her. She turned her back to me as the door was kicked in and Gibbs came through with his gun drawn, he put the gun away and McGee followed him in.

The dust was collected on her back and I couldn't resist, I reached out and brushed the dust from her back softly, she flinched and turned her head. "Sorry, the dust is all over your back."

Ziva nodded and I continued brushing off her shoulders, down her back and onto her ass. It was only to get the dust off I promise, but it was then that Gibbs saw me do it and it warranted a glare from him. "DiNozzo." He said as I continued down her thighs.

"Yeah boss?" I asked, not looking up from my work and dusting my partner, it was my fault that she was dusty in the first place.

"Do you want me to break your hand?" He asked as he got closer to us.

I swallowed but kept my voice firm. "No Boss, I would not like that." I said.

"Then I suggest you keep your hands to yourself." He said and I dropped my hands with a small pout.

Ziva gave me a side glanced smile before briefing the big man on what happened. In her steps towards him, she picked up the semiautomatic and gave it the once over as she described what happened. She didn't even break a sweat in the little gunfight and it was awesome! If only we and an unlimited amount of ammo and were in a department store we could have recreated the scene from Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the whole back to back thing and shooting without care. But Ziva would have done it better than Angelina and looking smokin' hot doing so one thousand time fold and I think me and Brad are pretty close, I maybe a bit better looking than him.

Damn my partner is such a badass.