"What the…" He motioned to the mess that was his Dad's convenience store. He huffed and tried to control his anger. Tony really hadn't seen the boss this angry before, "Get off of the ground. Now." He motioned them up.

Tony and Ziva sat up and looked at each other, feeling disgusting, especially their backs, which were covered in honey and motor oil.

He pointed to the door, "Go get cleaned up."

Ziva sighed, "Look Gibbs I…."

"NOW!" He shouted, pointing to the door, and they both shared another glance at each other before they headed out of the door and into the snow.

There was silence between the two, only the crunching of snow beneath their feet, "Tony…" Ziva started, breaking the silence halfway between the house and the store, "What do you think Gibbs is going to do to us?"

"I don't know….we need to deal with this, though." He pointed between them.

She nodded, "I know. But we really do not want Abby or McGee seeing us like this, yes?"

"Yeah…we don't." He agreed.

Silence again as they entered the house, immediately heading up the stairs, trying not to let Abby or McGee see them this way.

"Gibbs? Ziva? Tony? Jack? Is that you?" They heard Abby's voice as they were halfway up the stairs. They turned to each other, slowly, as they heard her voice getting closer to them. They nodded at each other and then sprinted up the stairs, "Ziva?" She asked as she started up the stairs. They bolted down the hallway and threw open the bathroom door, both stumbling in as Tony closed it and locked it. They both let out a sigh of relief.

"Who is taking the shower first?" She questioned, and Tony pointed to her.

"I'll let you take one first."

"But I started the fight. You should take one first."

"Or we could take one together." Tony grinned, liking his suggestion.

She scoffed, "Fine. If you can't make a decision, I will take a shower first." She started to pull off her shirt when it got stuck. She struggled, and Tony tried not to laugh as he walked over to her and pulled the rest of the sweater off, "Thank you." She mumbled as she finished undressing. Tony had to do everything in his power not to jump her right then and there as she finished taking off her underwear. Tony turned away, so he decided to turn on the shower for her. She thanked him and then brushed past him, his entire body nearly bursting in flames at her touch. Thank god she's in there, though.

"Tony?" She called from the shower, and he got up from where he was sitting on the toilet seat.

"Yeah?" He called back.

"Could you please rinse out my clothes in the sink?"

He looked down at the pile in front of the shower, "Sure." He said, picking them up and then turning on the sink. He set them down on the counter and then grabbed her sweater, running it through the water. He squirted some of the liquid soap onto the clothes and, after about three minutes, he finished cleaning her sweater…for the most part. She would probably have to throw it in the laundry when they got back to DC. He moved onto her pants, completing the same process. He didn't bother with the underwear, for it was under the clothes. He did, however, wash her scarf. He went to wash her jacket, but then read the tag. Made in Israel. Dry Clean Only.

"Uh…Zi?"

"Yes?" She asked.

"Your jacket is dry clean only…"

She sighed, "Yes, I know. I will take it to the dry cleaners when we get back to DC. I am almost done." She announced, "You can start undressing."

He smirked at the simple tone that she gave when she said those last four words. He started to unbutton his shirt, pissed, because it was white, and expensive, and then started to remove his pants. He pulled off the rest of his clothes just as she stepped out, completely wet.

"Hurry before the water gets too cold."

"Oh it won't." He grinned.

"And how do you know?" She questioned.

He leaned in close, "Because you were just in it."

She just smirked, "I will wash your clothes."

"Thanks." He called as he jumped into the shower. He let out a sigh of relief. He had jumped in just before he became completely hard. Oh god, DiNozzo, you want her so bad. He sighed again as he started to scrub the shampoo into his hair.

Once he was done, he turned off the water and stepped out. Ziva handed him a towel, which he dried off with and then wrapped around his lower half. Ziva too was dressed in a towel, her wet curls cascading down her back. Again, he was glad that a towel was covering him up. Ziva grabbed her bra and underwear off of the counter, Tony grabbing his boxers as well. They both started out of the bathroom without a word, leaving the rest of their clothes in there. As soon as Tony opened up the door, and they both walked out, McGee walked out of his bedroom, stopping and staring at the two of them.

"Did you two just…come out of the bathroom?"

"Yeah, McShower. Is that some kind of crime?"

"No…it's just…you were both in the bathroom…together….and you're wet."

"We took a shower, McGee." Ziva rolled her eyes as she started into her bedroom. Tony gave McGee a nasty look before he followed her in. He ran into her, for she was stopped in the doorway.

"Agh, Ziva!" Tony exclaimed.

"Tony…" She started, and then pointed to the two sets of new clothes on their bed. They were neatly folded, in piles, a pair of jeans and a button up shirt in one and a pair of cargo pants and another shirt in the other.

"Hey, where are our suitcases?"

"Right here." They both turned quickly to see Gibbs standing there, an angry expression still painted on his face, holding their suitcases, one in each hand, "Get dressed. You're going back to DC."