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They stayed like that.

They stayed like that for a while.

There stood Tony, without a shirt, in the pool, the water about to his chest, kissing Ziva. Around the pool, there were photographers and reports snapping pictures every two seconds, not to mention the questions that were being shouted at them. Finally, one question caught Tony's attention.

"What will your boss think about this?" Tony stopped kissing Ziva and snapped his head towards the reporter. She grinned and looked at him, as if he was about to answer her question. Wrong.

"Oohh shit." He said and grabbed Ziva's hand, running as fast as he one could through water. He slipped on the steps a couple of times, but finally managed to get up them as he dragged Ziva behind him. They ran out of the pool, water flying everywhere from Tony's pants and Ziva's bikini. The floor was carpet until they reached the lobby.

Marble.

Great.

Tony continued to run at the same pace. He couldn't help but notice the men in the lobby. Their mouths hung open like a mailbox, even with their wives standing next to them. One of them stood near the desk and took out a cell phone to snap a picture. Tony immediatley turned and ran towards the man, the corner being so sharp it almost caused Ziva to fall.

"Tony, where are you going?!" Ziva yelled from behind him.

"Detour!" He yelled. They reached him and Tony snatched his cell phone and threw it, letting it slide across the marbled floor.

"Hey!" He yelled.

"Have a nice day." Tony said, and then continued for his orginal destination, the elevator. The reporters were not far behind as Tony clicked the 'up' button two hundred times, as if it would make the thing get there faster. "Come on, come on, come on!" It finally dinged, and the doors opened. Tony rushed in and pulled Ziva in, basically pushing out the four other people that were in it. "Ha!" He said as the doors closed in front of the press. He then turned to Ziva and grinned. "Those people are crazy!" He yelled, his voice echoing in the elevator.

Ziva chuckled at him and then leaned against the wall. She felt like she needed to wake up from the dream she was obviously having. Not even 5 minutes ago, Tony was kissing her. In the pool. Holding her close to him.

"Hey...you ok?" He asked. He put his hands on each side of her and leaned against the wall. She smiled.

"I am fine Tony." She said. He leaned down and let his lips brush up against hers. He then pulled her into a hug just as the elevator doors opened again. The millions of camera flashes blinded them as the turned and walked down the hall, towards their room. They both desperatley tried to hide their faces. "Open the door!" Ziva said loudly. Tony then dug in his wet pockets for the key.

Nope. Not there.

He checked his back pockets.

Nope. Not there either.

"Oh damn." He said loudly.

"Tony. Open. The. Door." He looked at her with panic in his eyes.

"I don't have the key!" He said quietly, but Ziva knew exactly what he said.

"You are going to die today!" Ziva said through her teeth. Tony only rolled his eyes, grabbed her hand again, fought through what felt like millions of people, down the hall and to the elevator. He then pressed the 'down' button two hundred times. Once they got on, Ziva let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can not believe you left the key!"

"You left the key too!" He retaliated.

"Where would I keep it, Tony?" She asked, looking down at her own body. Tony looked her up and down a couple of times. Ziva punched him in the arm. "Get your mind out of the drain, DiNozzo." She threatened.

"Gutter."

"What?" She snapped.

"The phrase is 'get your mind out of the gutter. Not drain."

"What is the difference?" She asked.

"Because 'get your mind out of the drain' doesn't make sense."

"And 'get your mind out of the gutter' does make sense?"

"Yes." Ziva threw her hands up in the air in defeat.

"Americans." She muttered. Tony started to walk out the elevator when he stopped. He turned and looked at his partner. She was still in a bikini.

"Walk in front of me." He said.

"What? Why?" She asked.

"I don't want those damn...people taking pictures of your caboose." Ziva raised an eyebrow. Tony made her leave the elevator first.

"Why don't you want people to look at my arm?"

"Ziva it's really time for you to learn these words. Caboose is your butt. Booty. Rear end." He laughed. "And that part is only for my looking." Ziva only rolled her eyes and they approached the front desk.

"Hi, yeah, see, I'm Special Agent..." He looked over at the elevator to see some of the reporters storm out and head their way. "No time for pleasantries. Listen, long story short," He pointed at Ziva, "she locked our key in our room and those," he pointed to the crowd of reporters that neared them, "people are driving us nuts. So can you please please please give us another key?" He asked. He looked over at Ziva, who was glaring at him for the 'she locked our key in room' comment. The receptionist had a dazed look on her face.

"Room...number?" She asked slowly.

"817." Ziva answered for him. She put her hand in front of her face again when the reporters reached them. Tony grabbed her arm and pulled her in between himself and the counter. The receptionist finally got their key and Tony nearly ripped her hand off as he snatched it out of her hand.

"Go, go Ziva. Go." He isntructed. They got into the elevator again and the doors closed.

"This is getting rediculous, Tony." Ziva said. Tony nodded in agreement.

"I know. And the worst part is...Gibbs is going to kill us."

About an hour later, they both had showered, changed and were ready for bed. Ziva was already in and under the covers. Tony crawled next to her and pulled her over to him. He gave her a kiss. The kiss quickly deepened, and Ziva wrapped her arms around his neck. Tony began to trail kisses down her neck and started for her shoulders, but his t-shirt was in the way. He went back up to her lips and kissed her again, letting his hand slide down her body and under her shirt. He stopped when he felt her hand on his.

"Tony. We have to be at work in the morning. And I am sure that there are people with their ears on this wall just waiting for sex sounds." Tony laughed, "And I am a screamer...I am sure you have not forgotten."

"Of course not! And Sex sounds? That would make a good movie title." He chuckled and then let out a sigh as he fell back onto his side of the bed. "But you're right." He kissed her again. "Night, Zi." He said.

"Goodnight, Tony."

Tony groaned and woke up to the surprising warmth around him that radiated off of Ziva's body. He was holding her tight, her face rammed up against his chest, yet she looked serene as could be. Her legs were entangled with his, and they were facing each other chest to chest. He smiled and buried his head back into the hair on the top of her head as he, if at all possible, hugged her tighter to him. He smiled, his eyes closed as he relished in the moment. From time to time, he could feel her hands shift from where they had moved up his shirt and were gripping his hot, bare back.

He opened one eye and glanced over at the clock. 0500h. Gibbs was sure to be in by his normal time, 0730h, approximately 30 minutes before their arrival time. If they were to make sure that Gibbs didn't see the tabloid in Ziva's mail that morning, they had to get there before that time...which meant that they had to get up, even though Tony didn't want to wake her.

He sighed and battled with himself over whether or not to just shake her awake or kiss her awake. Definitely option number two. He pulled as far he could away from her, so that he could still hold onto her, but be able to have access to her face, which was still trying to bury itself in his chest. Finally, he carefully placed a finger under her chin and lifted her tired face towards his. He leaned down and so much as brushed his lips against hers before she fluttered her eyes open and stifled a yawn, "Morning!" Tony grinned and Ziva just groaned as she buried her face into his chest. He looked down at her, "Come on, Ziva...wake up." He shook her lightly, and she rolled over so that she was flat on the bed, out of Tony's grip. They both instantly missed the others body, but then quickly got over it, considering that they were officially 'together' now, so they could hug each other and make physical contact whenever they pleased without feeling like the other was going to kill them.

Ziva threw an arm over her eyes, shielding the sun that was peeking through the curtains into their room, "Tony...what time is it?" By this point, he was already standing in front of the bed, pulling out his clothes for the day, his normal work attire...the suit.

"05, Ziva." He responded as he started to undress. She sat up and propped herself up on her elbows.

"Why are we up so early?" She demanded, "We do not need to be at work for at least another three..."

"Ziva." Tony stopped pulling on his pants and leaned slightly towards her, "Tabloid. Gibbs. Move." He said, and then her eyes popped wide as she jumped out of bed and nearly ran towards the bathroom, clothes in hand. Tony smirked.

Around 0600h, they were finally packed, ready, and in the car. On the way out, Tony had insisted that they drive straight to NCIS, not even stopping for Ziva to drop her luggage off at home.

They walked in silence through the parking garage, flashing their badges at the security at the entrance of the elevator. Tony opened up the door and let Ziva in first. She smiled at him as they continued to walk in to the sign in desk.

Three security guards sat behind the desk, most of them...no all of them goofing off in some way. Their heads snapped up when they say them approach the desk, and they smiled huge smiles at them, "Hey boys!" The man that was actually sitting at the desk and not standing behind it like the other two, whom Tony believed to be named John and Seth, turned to look. The man sitting at the desk, Adam, smiled, "It's our favorite NCIS agents...or should I say..." He moved towards them, "America's hottest couple." He grinned, and Ziva looked down, a small heat rushing to her cheeks. Tony just flashed him his favorite DiNozzo grin.

"Hand me the sheet, Adam." He motioned for him to hand it over, and Adam picked it up, but didn't hand it to him.

"I've seen you all week." He commented, and Tony and Ziva looked at each other in a slight confusion, "Even though you weren't here!" They leaned back, laughing as they did so. One of the men behind him, to his left, held up the magazine that he was reading.

"Check it." He said, and Tony reached over and snatched it out of his hands, closing it as he brought it over to let Ziva look at it as well. On the front was a picture of them making-out in the pool, and under it, in big white letters, it wrote, in quotes, 'We are NOT together!'

Ziva just shook her head before muttering in Hebrew under her breath. She ripped the magazine out of his hands and then flipped through it only to find picture after picture after picture of them in there...in fact, she was pretty sure that they made up at least half of the magazine as a whole. Tony looked worriedly at her and then grabbed the clipboard that had the sign in sheet out of his hands, signing both of them in, "Thanks a lot." He muttered at the three security guards who were just grinning.

"No problem." He smiled as Tony went to turn and help her, for she was obviously very frustrated.

"Ziva...." he started, "You okay?"

"No!" She shouted, stopping pacing as she nearly shoved the magazine up into his face, "Do you know how mad Gibbs is going to be when he sees this? He will probably not only fire both of us but send me back to Israel!"

The Security guards all stared at each other, each of their faces now painted with worried looks, "Uh oh..." Adam started, "Gibbs...damn that's rough."

"Yeah, yeah!" Seth agreed, speaking up, "One time I was late, and came running in, and I ran right into Gibbs and his coffee spilled everywhere. I don't think I went to bed without having a nightmare about doing that again for a week." He shuddered at the thought as he pointed to his eyes, "Those blue eyes they just...pierce you! Stab you! Damn..." he ran a hand through is hair, "Couldn't work for him."

There was a pause or two for a moment before John spoke, "Yeah, you guys need to hurry up." He checked his watch, "Gibbs is due in to report soon...if I were you I'd make sure that all of those tabloids were gone from his sight before he gets here."

"Or else you guys are going to be in trouble." Adam nodded, agreeing, "Now go!" They both hurried out of the lobby and into the elevator, pressing the button for the squadroom.

The two walked into the squadroom and realized that there was absolutely no one there. Both breathing a sigh of relief, they walked into the bullpen before their greatest fears were soon realized.

One tabloid was sitting on top of Ziva's desk, on top of her mail stack.

One tabloid was sitting on top of Tony's desk, also on top of his mail stack.

One tabloid was sitting on top of McGee's desk, again, on top of his mail stack.

And, for some strange reason, there were three copies sitting on top of Gibbs desk, no other mail, just three magazines.

Tony and Ziva both shared a look before grabbing the magazines quickly off of the desks, Tony grabbing the ones off of his and McGee's, Ziva grabbing the ones off of Gibbs and her own.

They both let out a sigh of relief, glancing at each other, and then back down at the magazines, "What now?" Ziva asked, and Tony pondered for a moment before grinning and then getting ready to strike a pose when Ziva stopped him, his mouth open, "Not another stupid movie quote, Tony, please." She pleaded, closing her eyes and looking down at the ground.

He quickly shut his mouth, "Look around for the rest of the magazines." He said, "Don't want Gibbs walking by someones desk all innocent..." Tony started to walk...or more like strut in front of Gibbs desk, "...and then BAM!" He slapped his hands together as he stopped walking, turning to face her. He pulled up a magazine, "What's this?" He asked in his best Gibbs impression, "Tony and Ziva together? It can't be! What about my rules! Damn it I need coffee! Caffeine! DiNozzo! David! Elevator! NOW!"

Ziva just glared at him as Tony chuckled, "Tony." She said, firmly, "We need to hurry before Gibbs comes in."

He nodded, serious now, "I understand. You finish off this floor and then check both the evidence garage and Cyber Unit while I finish the squadroom, Director's Office, and Legal Department. We'll meet back in Autopsy," Ziva nodded and then started away, magazines still in hand befor she stopped.

"Tony?" She called, furrowing her eyebrows together.

"Yeah?"

"Why the evidence garage?" She questioned, "And would it not be easier to just go to the mail room and sort through it?"

Tony thought about it for a moment and then nodded, "Do it. And of course check the evidence garage...that'd be the first place Gibbs'd check."

"Why?" She called after him as he continued to walk by the desks on the other end of the squadroom.

"Because it's called the Evidence Garage, Ziva...and there's evidence in there....and if Gibbs wants evidence that we're together...well, sweetheart, where's he gonna check?" He questioned, and she just rolled her eyes.

"Gibbs is not an idiot."

Tony nodded as he pulled a magazine out of a desk, "Yeah, well, he knows me."

"You would hide it in the evidence garage?"

Tony nodded, "Yup. Hid everything there." he laughed a little, "Mostly probie's things." He stood up fully and stared at her, "Get going. We don't have much time."

She simply nodded and then exited the squadroom.

Ziva checked her watch for about the billionth time as she paced in front of the far autopsy slab, the tabloids stacked in a neat pile on top of the slab. She groaned as she checked her watch. Again. She threw her hands up, "Tony where are you?" She muttered. Annoyed, she pulled out her cell phone and went to speed dial his number when the autopsy doors slid open. She automatically moved in front of the tabloids, to cover them up, but then realized it was only Tony.

She relaxed, sighed, and then closed her cell phone before placing it back into her pocket, "You are late." She muttered through gritted teeth. He had come in taking his own sweet time and whistling. She shook her head as she snatched the tabloids out of his hands, "Give me those. Where have you been?" She demanded, setting his down on the growing pile on the slab, "We need to figure out someplace to hide these."

"We could burn 'em." He suggested.

She rolled her eyes, "Where?" She held her watch up, "Gibbs is going be here any-" She stopped, her eyes growing wide. Tony looked around as Ziva slowly lowered her hand.

"Ziva?" Tony questioned.

"Shh!" She commanded, turning slowly, as if she was listening. Tony strained to hear.

"Hey whatcha-"

"Shh!" She commanded again, this time louder, "Do you hear that?" She whispered, and Tony shook his head.

"No...you mind telling me what's going on?"

And then Tony heard it. The Scottish accent wasn't hard to miss now, "Ducky sure talks to himself a lot." Tony muttered, and Ziva lightly slapped him as she pointed to the tabloids.

"What are we going to do with this?" She hissed, and Tony let his eyes grow wide.

"Oh crap..." He looked around and then his eyes fell upon one of the body drawers. He pointed to it, "Open it up and we'll shove 'em in."

"Tony..." She sighed, but then realized that Ducky was going to be there any moment.

"Ziva!" Tony shouted, though it was no more than a whisper, and Ziva quickly moved over, opening up the drawer as Tony shoved the tabloids in. She closed it just as Ducky walked in. He flicked on the light and then stopped as he stared at the two.

"Tony? Ziva? What are you doing here?" He questioned. They stared nervously at the two, and Tony smiled, stepping up to the plate first.

"Just enjoying the scenary. Nothing like a good trip to Autopsy in the morning...you know...wake up and smell the decomposing bodies in the morgue!" Tony grinned, nudging Ziva, who just stared at him, as if she couldn't believe he actually said that. She was unable to put a smile on her face.

Even Ducky just stared at him, "Right...my boy...Anthony..." He gave Ziva a look that clearly stated that Tony had lost his mind and then hung up his hat on the hanger, "I saw the ZNN feed that Jethro broadcasted on the screen upstairs...are you all right, my dear?"

Ziva gave Ducky a smile, "I am fine, thank you."

"I am surprised that young Tony here didn't insist on bringing you in..." He turned to him, "You did seem very concerned for her on the stage, at the speech."

Tony just grinned, again, "Yeah, well, thanks, but she's my partner, Ducky. And we kinda gotta go back up to the squadroom, bye Ducky!" and they both quickly left Autopsy, leaving Ducky completely and utterly confused by their sudden interest in the morgue.

He just hoped that he wouldn't find any more leopard print undergarments hidden anywhere in Autopsy.

But then again, Ziva seemed more of a tiger than a leopard to Ducky.

Gibbs acted normally, so Tony guessed that he hadn't seen any tabloids in his normal coffee shop for his normal coffee run in the morning. Ziva hadn't seen anyone walking around with tabloids, and nobody mentioned anything about it or stare at them all day like they believed.

Both Ziva and Tony thought that they were off of the hook until Abby appeared in the squadroom that morning, squealing and jumping up and down.

Ziva stared wide eyed at Tony, "You guys are SOOOO cute!" She squealed, her pigtails flying all over the place. Gibbs looked up at the goth, confused.

"Abs?" He questioned, and Abby proudly walked towards Gibbs desk before shoving the tabloid into his face.

"SO CUTE!" She exclaimed just as Ziva and Tony both reached towards her and screamed out.

"NO!"

But it was too late. Gibbs carefully took it and then put his glasses on before staring at the cover for less than a second. Ziva and Tony both stood up and went to bolt out of there when Gibbs stopped them, "Wait." He calmly said, pulling off his glasses and glaring at them with his icy blue yes. They both froze as they exchanged nervous looks, "The only place you two are going is the elevator....NOW!"