What time is it? Oh, I'll give you a hint…. It's nudey time. Ohhh yesss. Listen hard- you can probably still hear the ring of my spastic laughter when I was writing this.
Gibbs glared directly down into Wells soulless eyes. Wells glared right back.
"Gentlemen," Anderson cut in, smiling a cold business smile. Gibbs analyzed Anderson for a moment and decided that he needed a smile like that. All at once it said 'calm down, this situation can be controlled' and 'shut the hell up, I'm in charge'. "Please, if we are to continue this conversation at such high levels, I suggest we move it to my office."
"Look, buddy." Wells turned to Anderson. "If anyone is giving orders around here, it sure as hell ain't you."
If Anderson was as pissed off by that comment as Gibbs was, he wasn't showing any sign of it. His business exterior remained flawless. "Agent Wells, was it?" Anderson smiled. "I'd like you to know that the NCIS has GlobalGenes full cooperation in this matter…" He paused and his eyes got colder. "It is yet to be determined if the FBI will have the same luxury."
Wells was stunned into silence.
"Now, Agent Gibbs, I'll have Jean bring you all the files on the tranquilizers and any security tapes you might find useful."
Gibbs smiled as he felt himself being ushered forward by Anderson and magically found a cup of black coffee in his hand, courtesy of Jean, as she scampered away to retrieve files, leaving Wells and the other FBI agents standing there with mouths agape.
"Thanks." Gibbs smiled, pleased that a private citizen had just snuffed one of the highest ranking FBI officers in Virginia. They only sent the ones that were paid six figures to deal with Gibbs.
"Boss!" A flushed McGee called as he ran towards him. Gibbs noticed with a feeling of success the cell phone in McGee's hand. "Bad news," McGee handed him the Tony's phone, and then his cell phone with Abby on the other line. "I don't think your going to like this."
The coffee cup literally exploded in his hand as he clenched his fist.
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Tony pulled his soaked shirt over his head and let it flop down on the floor with the other ninety-five percent of his clothes. Good thing he decided the wear underwear today, they were the only thing that was even mildly dry.
He grunted lightly as he stood up from his sitting position on and looked around the room. It was dark, and it was frigid.
Tony jumped from foot to foot in an attempt to get warm, but only really found any sense of success in the fact that his stomach didn't hurt so bad any more.
"Tony," Tony nearly jumped out of his skin as Ziva walked in behind him from the bathroom. "Here, I brought you a towel to dry off. " She handed him a rough white towel with the motel's cheesy insigmia printed on it.
"Thanks." He ran the towel trough his hair to disguise the fact that he was ogling. Big time. Ziva was wearing a towel… only a towel. She had laid her clothes out neatly on top of the heater, maybe in hopes that the power would come back on in the middle of the night.
Tony wrapped the towel around his waist and sat down on the floor next to the bed. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Yeah, sure, he had thought about being in this intimate of an environment with Ziva before, but he had seriously hoped it would have been under slightly better conditions.
Ziva watched the back of Tony's head from sitting on the other side of the bed. She could see the shine of wetness in his hair and the glare from water droplets on his bare shoulders in the moonlight. For some reason, her fingers felt an ache to run through that hair, to be felt on those shoulders.
She slapped her fingers and silently scolded them.
The chill of the room creeped under her skin and she had to clamp her jaw shut to keep her teeth from chattering. It was absolutely freezing in there. She looked back over at Tony and noticed a shiver rock his shoulders as well and she got a wicked idea… a really dumb… really wicked idea… It was all the damn fingers' fault.
"Scoot over." Ziva stood Tony and he stared at her with confusion for a moment before realizing that she wanted to sit down beside him.
"Right." He did as she said and watched with dismay as his words turned to fog.
"I figured it would be warmer if we sat together." Ziva admitted as she pressed her body up against Tony's. Her skin was cool to the touch, but a lingering hold revealed the heat that was directly underneath the surface. Tony smirked and looped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
"You know, it would also, definitely be warmer under all of those sheets and blankets." Tony made his voice rough with suggestion, fully expecting to be rebuffed.
"Goodness, how do you suggest we stay warm once under the sheets?" Ziva made her eyes wide with mock confusion, but Tony detected some spark of mischief.
"I'm sure I could think of something." Tony waggled his eyebrows, honestly surprised that Ziva had let him take the joke this far.
"Well," She sighed before breaking into a smile. "If I must." She stood and Tony felt his mouth drop at the same time as her towel dropped. Was it possible? Had he actually said the right thing at the right time this time?
"Coming?" Her voice was coy and seemed to come from a world far away that probably had no idea what logic was. His eyes ran up and down her body several times before he could answer.
"Hell yes!" He practically dove under the covers. His towel floated to the floor lightly behind him.
All right, maybe not "nudey time" but there was definitely nudey! Just not nudey I could write while keeping my sanity (or what little bits of it I have left) My face is on FIRE! Am I a disappointment? *tears* I am, aren't I?