A/N: okay, so I know it's been a very long time, and I apologize for that, but I really don't know where to go with this story. I will probably end up finishing it here if I can't figure out/ am not told what to do.
"Nice of you two to join us," Gibbs said as Tony and Ziva shuffled into the bullpen Monday morning. Both fell into their chairs, Ziva began her work as Tony made a pillow out of his arms.
"Crazy weekend," Tony mumbled into his desk, unable to see the warning look both McGee and Ziva shot him.
"That's what you get for dating someone ten years younger then you, DiNozzo" Gibbs said, pressing buttons randomly on his keyboard.
"She fell asleep first." That earned Tony a pen to the head.
"Ow," he said in a monotone voice.
"Gear up," Gibbs said suddenly, none of them had even heard him answer the phone, "we got a body."
"Where to, Boss?" Tony asked, lifting his head slightly.
"Right there if you don't move your ass now," he answered, jabbing a finger at Tony.
"Moving my ass, Boss," Tony said, suddenly alert. Ziva chuckled as she fell into step behind Tony on the way to the elevator.
"So what did you guys do this weekend?" McGee asked, jabbing the down button.
"What do you think we did, McMinor?"
"If any of you say another word that doesn't involve the case, you're all fired. I don't want to hear about your weekend together." All three agents shared a look of something between fear and wonder at their boss' words.
How? Ziva mouthed. Both men shrugged, at as much of a loss as she was.
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"Abby!" McGee yelled over the music, which ceased as he stepped through the doorway.
"Hi, Timmy," Abby cheered as she came bounding over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and attaching her mouth to his.
"Hello to you too, Abby," he laughed as they parted.
"Where's my evidence?"
"I don't have any. It was just a couple of Marines fooling around who then passed out in an ally, and a LEO that doesn't know how to check someone's pulse."
"They were alive?" she asked, a little dumbfounded.
"Yeah, and not at all happy about all the attention."
"That's what they get for passing out in an ally," Tony said as he walked in, closely followed by Ziva.
"Did you tell?" Ziva asked.
"Way to get straight to the point," Tony grumbled. "But yes, that's why we're here."
"Why would I tell anyone? It was just as embarrassing for me as it was for you. And why do you immediately assume that it was me that talked?"
"Because you talk, a lot, Abby," Ziva said.
"Not about private things," she countered.
"Oh, really?" Ziva raised her eyebrows.
"Name one time," Abby challenged, crossing her arms. They all looked at her, daring her to deny any of them. "Okay, point taken, but I swear I didn't tell anybody."
"Then why does Gibbs know?" Ziva continued.
"He's Gibbs," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yes, but even he's not that good," Tony objected, throwing his arms up in the air in disbelief.
"Who says I'm not?" They all turned to see Gibbs standing in the doorway of the lab. They all gulped as the older man took a step towards them.
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"How on earth did we make it out alive today?" Tony asked as he and Ziva drove home that night. They hadn't caught any more cases that day and Gibbs had let them go early.
"And he did not keep us late, maybe he really did meet somebody."
"Wouldn't that be interesting," Tony muttered.
"What? Gibbs having a girlfriend or him becoming forgiving?"
"No, a triple date," he answered, a smile creeping onto his face.
"You really want to go on a date with Gibbs?"
"Now that you say that, no."
"Good, because I want you all to myself," she whispered against his ear as she leaned over the consol, her hand finding its way in between his legs. She began gently stroking the growing bulge in pants all the while breathing heavily against neck, her tongue darting out every once in a while to taste his skin.
"Oh god, Ziva. If you don't stop now I'm going to get into an accident." As if to puncture his words he swerved away from a parked car and back onto the road, the motion thankfully causing her to fall back into her seat.
"Bug kill," she shot at him, crossing her arms.
"It's buzz kill, and I am not."
"Are too," she grumbled, turning her chin up and away from him. He smirked and let go of the wheel with his right hand, reaching over and resting it on her upper leg. He felt her muscles tense, but other then that she didn't react so he moved his hand further up her thigh until it met the juncture of her hip. She groaned as he blindly undid the button on her pants and slid his hand into them.
Here's some multi-tasking for Abby, he thought as he flicked on the turn signal with one hand and flicked her clit with the other. She gasped and grabbed his hand, pressing against her harder. He could see her building ahead and reluctantly pulled his hand away, whipping it on her pants before grasping the wheel.
"Gimme," she begged, grabbing for his hand again.
"I can't park with one hand, Ziva. Just give me a second." She made a small noise of defeat before slowly trailing her hand up her leg. He was to focused on not hitting the car next to him that he didn't see her fingers slowing push into her pants. It was only when she groaned that he turned his head.
"Hey!" he snapped, turning off the engine and grabbing her hand. She tried to turn away but her caught her, pulling her hand away from her and bringing it up to his lips.
"That's my job," he muttered against them before taking them into his mouth. She groaned once more as she blindly reached for the door handle, puling it open once she could grasp it.
"Come and get it if you want more," she called to him, her tone dripping with lust as she ran up the walk. He chuckled before jogging up the path after her.
He caught up with her at her apartment door. He pinned her against it seconds before she succeeded in unlocking and opening it. They fell inside, and Tony somehow managed to spin them around so she landed on top of him, instead of vise versa.
"Umpf," he grunted as the wind was knock out of him.
"Oh, Tony, are you o-oh." Her words turned into a short gasped as his hand slipped into the back of her still unbuttoned pants and gave her ass a squeeze. "You are very much okay." Her head fell forward as his other hand began caressing her breast through her shirt. A second later he wrapped his hand around her back and rolled them over before kicking the door shut with his foot.
"Tony," she groaned, pulling at his hair, "the floor hurts."
"Fine," he growled against her mouth before sitting back and pulling her into his lap. He leaned in to kiss her again but she pulled back before he could, standing up and pulling him with her. She had barely taken a step before he grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder.
"Tony," she squealed. He smirked, it hadn't taken long to figure out that Ziva made noises like that a lot, though most of the time she was naked, or getting to that point, when she did.
"Yes, Zee-vah?" he asked as he stepped into the bedroom.
"Put me down," she ordered, puncturing her words with a punch to the back.
"Gladly," he said, stopping at the foot of the bed and throwing her down onto it, her head landing just short of the pillows.
"Got you," he muttered as he took hold of the bottom of her pants and tugged. She smirked and watched as he discarded her pants off to the side before he began unbuttoning his dress shirt.
"You going to do a strip tease for me?" she asked, tucking her hands behind her head as she watched him slowly work the buttons open.
"Will you put on that little red number you wore a few weeks ago?"
"Maybe," she teased. He gave a small chuckle, letting the lose fabric fall to the floor before crawling onto the bed on top of Ziva, pushing her shirt up and over her head as he did. She groaned when he nipped at her breast through her bra as she struggled to get his under shirt off of his body. Eventually she succeeded and she tossed the light material across the room before sinking her teeth into his shoulder.
"Ziva," he groaned as her tongue darted out to sooth the wound she had created. She smiled and hooked her leg around his waist, flipping them over so she was seated across his pelvis.
"Wait here," she muttered as she trailed a finger down the middle of his chest. She climbed off him and walked over to her closet, making sure to put an extra swing in her hips as she did.
"Is this what you meant?" she asked, her voice dripping with seduction as she held up the small leather three-piece outfit.
"Yeah," Tony chuckled, nodding his head. She smiled and pulled off her plain bra and panties before wiggling into the leather ones.
"Do I really need the skirt?" she asked, letting the piece in question hang from her finger.
"No," Tony tried to shake his head but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her body. "You're not going to handcuff me again?" he asked as she began stalking around the bed. She simply shook her head before climbing back on top of Tony.
"I have something much better in store for you," she whispered against his ear before gently nibbling on it. He groaned as she slowly began rocking her hips back and forth, making his hard-on that much more obvious.
"Ziva," he whimpered as she stopped suddenly. She just smirked at him as she lifted her self up onto her knees and pinched the hem of his boxers between his fingers. She gradually, at a torturously slow pace, pulled the fabric down his body before discarding it to the side. His cock barely had time to breath before she had taken him into her mouth. He hissed, his fingers tangling in her hair effectively holding her where she was.
"Oh god, Ziva, your mouth feels so good," he groaned, his head pressing back into the pillow as her lips sucked and her tongue twirled. She continued to bob up and down on his cock, her hair bouncing with her and tickling him, but he was just about the furthest thing from caring.
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"What do you think Tony and Ziva are doing right now?" McGee said suddenly.
"Knowing them…" Abby trailed off and looked over at McGee.
"Rhetorical, question, I know." He waved her off and focused back on the television.