Disclaimer: No I don't own NCIS...

A/N: This one is a little more...mature than the other ones. Nothing graphic though :)

Tony and Ziva slumped into their house after a trying day at work. It had been a hard case – one of those that led to all-nighters, that hit close to home. Ziva went immediately for the sofa to rest, and Tony went to the phone to order pizza for dinner. It was too late for either of them to cook, and in all honesty cooking was the last thing on their minds. As tony plopped down next to Ziva and turned on the TV they kept thinking about the case. An NCIS agent Kathy Burn had been murdered, and her husband kept trying to interfere with the case to bring his wife justice.

Soon the delivery came and Ziva got up to answer the door. When she came back with the pizza and a couple beers, Tony sat up and turned off the TV. They ate in relative silence – for them, anyway. After they were done Tony spoke what was on both of their minds.

"Hard case, huh?" Ziva nodded in response.

"I'm just…I'm glad that wasn't you Zi. I don't think I would be able to handle it if something happened to you."

She scooted closer to him and leaned against his chest, lacing her fingers with his, before she spoke again.

"I know Tony. I am also glad. If somebody ever…hurt you like they did to that agent I do not think I could stop myself from killing them with my bare hands. I love you Tony."

He stroked her hair. "I love you too Zi. So much."

They were quiet for a moment or two before Ziva spoke again. "That is why, Tony, that I am…scared…of getting too close. People who get too close to me…they always end up getting killed. I do not want to be the reason you die." She said softly. Tony smiled lightly and turned so he was facing her.

"I know Ziva, I know. Look at me," He said as she made eye-contact with him. "I can take care of myself. And with both of us having each other's backs, I do not think anything will happen. But let's just take this a day at a time, okay? I love you, I don't want to waste another second dwelling on things that may or may not happen."

She smiled as she leaned forward and kissed him softly. "You're right Tony."

Tony looked at her and smiled. "Mrs. DiNozzo, did you just use a contraction?"

She grinned. "I suppose so Mr. DiNozzo. You know what I think?" She said as she leaned closer to him.

"What?"

She whispered in his ear. "I think I deserve a reward."

"You do, do you?" He laughed as he tilted her head back to him so he could kiss her. It soon got more heated as he pushed his tongue in her mouth, exploring and stealing her breath away. He ran his hands down her sides as he pushed her down and climbed on top of her, supporting himself with one arm. She kissed him back just as hard and unbuttoned his dress shirt, pulling it off him. She ran her hands over his chest, toying with his chest hair as he lifted her shirt over her head. He moved his hand slowly down her body, between her breasts, stopping at her inner thigh, few inches away from where he knew she wanted it.

"Tony," She half moaned as she looked at him.

"Yes?" He grinned.

"Bed. Now."

At that he grinned even more and picked her up, carrying her to their bedroom. It isn't hard to guess why they didn't get much sleep that night.