He closed the door behind him to MTAC and looked around for Gibbs or any other agent lurking in the shadows. Though, to be honest, Gibbs was the only one that actually ended up lurking in the back.

"Director Vance?" One of the technicians turned in their seat, headset on, finger on the button, "Director David's on the line."

Vance nodded and motioned with his hand, "Put him on."

She nodded back and then flipped the switch, the rainbow bars changing to Eli David's face. Leon grinned at the screen as he stood in full attention towards the screen, "Eli David." He smiled, "How are you doing today, sir?"

"There is not enough time for formalities today, my friend, only answers." He paused, "Is the room clear?"

Vance looked around and checked one more time before confidently nodding, "Yes sir, Director."

"Good." He leaned forward in his seat, "Ziva?"

"Haven't seen her in a couple of days sir." He responded and he watched the terror streak onto his face.

"Well where is she, Leon?!" He shouted, "You must find her at once!"

Vance put his hands up, stopping the Director, "Sir, she is safe and sound down in the squadroom, I just meant that I haven't talked to her in a couple of days."

Eli visibly relaxed, "Thank you, Leon. I was sure that she would have left by now."

"She is very concerned."

"She should be...she has been found out. She is no longer Mossad Assassin Ziva David, she has now been fully exposed thanks to that Anthony DiNozzo." He scoffed at his name, "Scum, I tell you Leon, just pure scum. If Anthony was not involved with her, none of this ever would have happened." He sighed, "I do not wish to exterminate my own daughter, Leon."

"I understand." He nodded, "I would feel the same way if I was in your shoes." He agreed, "However, I do recall hearing Agent Gibbs request the stay of both Ziva and DiNozzo tonight in NCIS, in an attempt to keep the press away." He loooked around and then moved forward a little, "Did you get the second package I expressed to you?" He asked, and Eli nodded.

"She is being exposed Leon! There must be a way to stop this! I must at least take her back to Tel Aviv, where she is safe, where she belongs, away from....Anthony."

Leon nodded, "I understand. DiNozzo's a bad influence on people."

"Exactly. Something my daughter does not need. I will fly in in a couple of days to Dulles, early morning, I will send you my flight itinerary."

Leon nodded, again, "Sounds good." He replied, "Should I inform Ziva of your arrival?"

Eli shook his head, "No, Leon. If she knows, she may flee. I will see you soon, my friend. Keep my daughter safe until I get there, if you can." And then the screen went blank.

Tony was trying to work. He really was. Since he and Ziva were "off the case" they now each had a stack of paperwork to do.

But he couldn't get his mind off of that stupid magazine. It sat on the corner of his desk, and he saw it out the corner of his eye several times. About the tenth time, he'd had enough and shoved it into his desk drawer. He watched Ziva as she left the elevator with Gibbs and returned to her seat. She looked up at him for a second, but quickly resumed her deskwork. Tony tapped his pen on his desk several times, before deciding to get back to work. He didn't know how, but he actually got a little work done. He sat back in his chair to stretch. He looked at Ziva's desk.

She wasn't there.

And neither was Gibbs.

"Probie!" He said loudly.

"What, Tony?" McGee said, without taking his eyes off of his computer.

"Where is everyone?" He asked.

"Gibbs is down with Abby, and Ziva went to the restroom." McGee replied.

"I need you to do something for me." McGee rolled his eyes.

"I'm busy Tony. I'm working on the case." He stood up and walked over to the printer. "I'm doing the job of three people since you and Ziva had a little married fight. I don't have time to do something for you."

"Stuff it, McBusy." He followed McGee over to his desk and stood right next to him, watching as he typed on the screen. McGee tried to ignore him at first but then couldn't take it anymore.

"What do you want?" He finally said. Tony grinned and looked at him.

"A number."

"Zero." Tony looked at him.

"Zero?"

"Yeah. Your IQ." McGee replied. Tony slapped him on the back of the head. Several minutes later, he was writing down the number for the senior feild agent.

"Thank you, McProbles. I owe you one."

"Yeah right." McGee said, and then returned to working on the case. Tony returned to his own desk and quickly dialed the number that McGee found for him.

"Yes this is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo of NCIS, may I speak to Kelly Williams please?" He watched Ziva as she sat down at her desk, so he turned around in his chair. Ziva watched him. She'd heard that name before.

One of Tony's old girlfriends?

No, that wasn't it.

Old case?

Why would Tony be working on a old case? She shook that thought out of her head and returned to her work.

"She is not in, sir, would you like her voice mail?"

"Yes, please." The operator put him on hold and her phone rang several times. "Hello my name is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo of NCIS and I would like to set up an interview with you. If you could please give me a call I would greatly appreciate it. My number is 202-555-3598. Thank you and I look foward to hearing from you." He said and then turned his chair back around to hang up his phone. He looked at Ziva, who wasn't paying him any attention. Or so he thought.

She was listening, as hard as she could. But he, for once, talked quietly, so quietly that the only words she understood were his name and "interview". Suddenly she felt her heart drop. He was setting up an interview for another job. Because of her. She let out a sigh and looked over at him. He was working, minding his own business.

The next couple of hours were dead silent. McGee and Gibbs were in and out of the squad room, going down to autopsy or the lab. Tony actually kept busy, working on the stack of paperwork. Ziva was thinking about Tony's phone call. He heart sank again when his phone rang. He picked it up and turned around in his chair again.

"Hi thanks for returning my call." Tony said.

"No problem. I was wanting to give you a call anyway." Kelly said with a chuckle. "What can I do for you?"

"Well I don't know if you've seen..."

"Yes, I have."

"It's not true. And I wanted to come on your show because..." He laughed nervously, "you're my favorite. And I want to set the record straight."

"Great. I look forward to meeting you and Officer David."

"No, no no, wait. Officer David will not be joining me." Ziva looked up. She knew she heard her name. She narrowed her eyes at Tony's chair.

"Can't do the interview without Officer David, Agent DiNozzo. That's a deal breaker." Tony then turned his chair around, and looked at Ziva, her eyes were daggers at him. He then realized that he was still on the phone.

"Ok, fine. Fine, fine, fine. That's...fine." He lied. She. Was. Going. To. Kill. Him.

"Ok great. I'll have my assistant contact you with the details." Kelly said.

"Ok thanks. You too. Bye." Tony said and slowly hung up his phone.

"Tony what did you do?" Ziva asked him.

"Nothing." He replied quickly.

"I heard my name, DiNozzo! What. Did. You. Do?" Ziva snapped. Tony rolled his eyes and dropped his pen on his desk.

"That was Kelly Williams from ZNN." Tony said. That's where Ziva had heard the name before. ZNN.

"Why were you talking to Kelly Williams from ZNN? And why did you say my name?" She asked. Tony ran a hand through his hair, not wanting to answer her. She continued to stare at him, much like he did with McGee earlier.

"I uh...set up an interview with her. Because I want everyone to know..." He stopped when he saw Ziva walk over to his desk and lean on it with two hands.

"You. Did. What?!" She yelled. Tony looked with his eyes and thanked God that McGee and Gibbs weren't in the squad room. Ziva then began to pace in front of his desk, yelling several, well, what Tony guessed as Hebrew curse words, at him. She finally returned to her desk and returned to her paperwork. When Tony thought it was safe, he spoke.

"Ziva, calm down. It's just an interview." She snapped her head up and narrowed her eyes at him.

"We were supposed to get them away, not closer!" She yelled. She put her hand up towards him. "I cannot believe you did not ask me first. Do not talk to me. You make my skin itch." Tony wanted to correct her English so bad. But she was pissed. More pissed than he'd ever seen her. So he kept his mouth shut.

Tony didn't see Ziva for the rest of the day, in fact, he was getting rather worried about her when 2000h came rolling around and she still hadn't come back. Tony tapped his pen on his desk again, about the thirteenth time in thirty seconds, and McGee groaned and rolled his eyes, "Tony!" He suddenly shouted, "Trying to work here! Could you keep it down?"

Tony was about to open his mouth and spit something else back out at him, but he decided not to as Gibbs walked into the bullpen, "Go home, McGee. You aren't working anymore. This case isn't going anywhere." He admitted as he went to sit down at his computer, "Go home, McGee." He repeated, "now." McGee suddenly stood up and then noticed the empty desk next to Gibbs'.

"Uh...boss?" He questioned, and Gibbs rolled his eyes and turend impatiently to the junior field agent, "Where's Ziva?"

"Ask her boyfriend." He said, smirking as he looked down at the paper. McGee turned slowly to Tony.

"Tony? Where's Ziva?" He questione,d and Tony shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't know McLonesome. Why?"

"Well...it's just...she's been gone since...well...a long time."

"Yeah, yeah, I know probie." He admitted, "So what?"

"So I was just wondering where she went..."

"Get out of people's business!" He shouted, and then turned back to the millions of paperwork he still ahd left. He hadn't been able to think clearly the entire day. Though he was really starting to think that the interview thing was going to be a horrible idea. But then again, Tony would be able to see himself on TV, his whole mug, in an interview! How cool was that? Insanely cool. Well, at least for Tony it was.

"Well, Tony." Gibbs said, "Make sure she's in the building." Tony nodded and then stood up.

"You two going home?" he asked as they both nodded.

"Yeah, Tony, we are."

"Great!" Tony grinned, but Gibbs glared at him and Tony realized that he had just been a little too overly enthusiastic about it all, "I mean...wait." He paused, "Where's our stuff?"

Gibbs just pointed to the two duffel bags behind his desk, both black, "Ziva sent me your list of what you wanted. She said you wanted her to give it to me. So she did." Gibbs shrugged.

McGee grinned, "Better watch out Tony, could have rigged it."

"Could have rigged it." He mocked as McGee started out of the bullpen. Tony turned and pointed to him, "Just you wait McGoo! Your car could be rigged!" He shouted before sighing and turning back towards his boss who greeted him with a quick headslap.

"Goodnight, Tony." He said, nodding as he patted his shoulder.

"Night, boss!" Tony called back.

"Just remember, DiNozzo..." He started over his shoulder, "There are security cameras." And with that he smirked and left the squadroom for the night, leaving Tony off in the hunt for Ziva.

He later found her in the men's restroom, leaned up in the far corner of the bathroom, against the orange wall, looking down at her feet.

She didn't look up when Tony came in, "Go away." She simply said, turning her head away from him as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Tony laughed as he closed the door behind him, shoving his hands deep into his pockets, "This is the men's restroom. Techincally, according to the sign on the door, I should be the one telling you to go away."

She just narrowed her eyes at him, "You know why I am upset at you." She glared, and Tony gulped, "Sometimes I wonder what goes through your head." She shook her head as she spat at him.

He smirked, "You really want to know what's going through my head right now?"

She rolled her eyes, "Does it involve me?"

He laughed, "Oh yeah."

She rolled her eyes again, "Pig." She shifted against the wall, as she stared back down at her feet, "You do realize what is going to happen, right?" She looked up at him, "During that interview?" He shrugged. She gaped, "You do not care, do you? You honestly do not care that our lives are ruined!"

"She's hot!" He laughed, and that's when she completely blew up at him.

"That's all you care about?! Hot women?! I cannot believe you!" She started towards him, "Our lives are ruined because of you!"

"Because of me?" He gaped, "Excuse me, Ziva, but who was the one that jumped in front of the President, causing this entire crap to happen!" He argued back.

"Well I was just doing my duty. I was following orders, Tony. Do not start this again." She warned, "Do not do this!"

"Don't do what? Pretend that all of this is a big dream? Because it definitely seems like that, considering that two nights ago I slept with the most amazing woman in the world!"

"I do not care that when we slept together was the best bedroom experience I have ever had!" She fumed, "What matters is that you set up that interview without talking to me first!"

"Well sorry!" He drawled out the word, "Didn't know I had to go by with your permission!"

"Well it was not just you. It is me as well. Do I not matter?" She scoffed, "Apparently not."

Tony then threw his hands up in the air, "Of course you matter!" he shouted, enraged. He could barely control himself, "You're Ziva! You're the only girl...woman...that I've actually thought about crying about! Damn it, Ziva! I had no choice!" He shouted, his face turning red.

"You still could have talked to me first!" She shouted, "Not just accept without telling!"

"Ugh!" Tony groaned and then shoved her up against the wall, smashing his lips against hers. He hungrily pulled at her lips as she wrapped her arms around his head, running her fingers through his hair. He managed to run his hips into hers, causing her to wrap her legs around him, securing her to his waist. Her ankles locked together as he continued to pull at her lips. She wanted him off, she was insanely angry at him, but he just felt so good. She pressed her lips harder against his.

He pulled back for about a couple of seconds after each kiss, allowing her to breathe out, "I..." He pressed his lips up against hers again, "Hate..." She readied herself for another kiss, "You."

He grinned and then leaned back, resting his forehead against hers. He waited until she finally opened her eyes. They both glared at each other, "I hate you more." He grinned wider before pressing his lips on hers again. She could feel his smile against her lips as she felt the wall disappear behind her.

She felt something hard underneath her, and she opened her eyes just slightly to see that she was sitting on the counter of the bathroom now.

He continued to kiss her and she felt his hands move up her shirt, running his hands over her bare stomach and tracing the muscles in her back as he groaned, "I hate you so much." He growled as he pressed his lips back against hers. He felt her hands move to the buttons of his suit, the jacket buttons undone and his tie as well as his dress shirt in about thirty seconds. In one swift movement, she pushed them off of his shoulders and they both fought for control of the kiss that they hadn't broke for a couple of minutes, just small seconds between kisses for air was all they needed.

He fumbled with her top, ripping it off over her head before immediately moving towards her pants. He slid them down and ran his hands up her thighs as they fell to the floor, sending shivers up and down her body. She shuddered and he pulled her body towards his.

So there she was, sitting on the cold bathroom counter, donned solely in panties and a bra, her legs wrapped around a half-naked Anthony DiNozzo, of whom she was utterly and completely mad at.

And...she couldn't think of a better moment.

She just felt so good.

It was like they were channeling their anger at each other through their bodies, releasing it into the now hot air of the bathroom.

He angrily ripped off the remaining articles of clothing as she did the same to him, her eyes burning with fire and passion...for him.

He moved towards her and was about to send her into complete and utter pleasure in her angry state of mind when he stopped and leaned down, "Right before I do this, I want you to know..." he paused, "I hate you so much."

"Damn it Tony! Stop thinking about yourself!" She shouted, grabbing his chest, her fingers lacing in his chest hair, "Just like you did when setting up that interview!" She growled, squeezing her fingers into his skin as she muttered under her breath, "You disgust me sometimes."

"Good." He grinned before they finally met, their bodies melting into the others embrace, the passion and the anger upping the temperature a couple of degrees.

The mirror fogged up as they disappeared from sight, the only sounds Ziva's screaming of curse words, Tony's name, and pure ecstasy.

"Well, I'll never be able to go in there again without thinking about that." Tony said, grinning at Ziva. She only rolled her eyes and walked away from him, towards the back elevator. Tony opened his arms and frowned, "Where are you going, sweetcheeks?"

"I am going to take a shower, Tony." She said. He licked his lips and ran over to her, when she put her hand on his chest. "Alone." She said. The elevator doors opened and she got on it. "And do not call me sweetcheeks when I hate you." She spat as the doors closed. Tony scoffed and walked back over to his desk. He quickly dialed the number to his usual pizza place. He hung up the phone and then looked around the empty room. He smiled. It wasn't just an empty room.

It was an empty building.

And that meant he could do anything he wanted and get away with it. He sat back in his chair and thought of the many possiblities.

Super glue on the keyboard. He shook his head.

No, been there, done that. And McGee would be expecting it.

Super glue on his chair. Now that's an idea. As he opened his desk drawer to retrieve the super glue, he thought about it. The super glue was really, really, super glue, and he knew it'd tear the skin off of the back of his legs. And the probie did not handle pain well. He closed his drawer and sat back again.

Nothing.

All the ideas he thought about were to easy to fix, would hurt McGee, or would get himself hurt from Gibbs.

At a loss, he thought about what Ziva was wearing before he removed her clothes. He grinned. He did love purple on her. He looked down at her bag that sat on her chair at her desk. He briefly wondered what other purple things she had in that bag. He looked around the room again.

Yep, he was still alone. He stood up and whistled as he walked over to her bag, slowly unzipping it and looking through the clothes. "Oooh, what is this, Ziva David?" He asked.

Ziva rounded the corner of the squad room. "What are you doing?!" She yelled. He jumped nearly three feet in the air. He chuckled nervously. She walked over to him and snatched her thong out of his hands. "Stay away from my desk." She muttered. He put his hands up and then walked over to McGee's desk, sitting down in his chair.

"What do you think we should do to him?" Tony asked. Ziva looked up from digging in her bag.

"I think you should just, leave him alone." She said plainly. Tony laughed sarcastically.

"Oh, Ziva, Ziva, Ziva. You know me better than that." She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. He sucked through his teeth a couple of times. "What does the McGoo do when he first gets to work?" Ziva sighed.

"He turns on his computer." She said plainly. Tony studied the tower. No, McGee could easily fix anything he did to his computer.

"Hmm. What does he do next?" Tony asked, since he was rarely there before McGee or Ziva.

"I do not know." She said, now frustrated. She still hated him. But she couldn't help but love him after the...well...session in the mens restroom. She shuddered at the thought. Tony's loud laughing brought her out of her thoughts.

"I got it! He checks his messages!" He said happily, and then proceeded to his desk to find what he wanted. Ziva started to pull off her shirt, but then stopped when she remembered. The camera's. She walked out of the squad room, again towards the bathrooms. "Now where are you going?" Tony called.

"To change." Ziva stated. Tony laughed.

"You want me to join you?" She only glared at him. "I don't know why you're being so shy." He grinned, "I've seen you in the nude." He then watched her as she pointed to the corner of the room. Tony nodded and continued to dig through his desk drawer.

Tony used a feather duster and some dye for his prank. Just as he hung up McGee's phone, his own phone rang. He stood up, smile on his face and answered it.

"Yeah, send him up." Tony said. He walked over to the elevator and waited. When the doors opened, he took the pizza's from the delivery guy and paid him. Returning to his desk, he watched Ziva as she walked in. "Comfy?" He asked.

"Yes. I am." She said.

"I'm glad you like my shirts." Tony replied. Ziva sat down in her chair and looked around.

"So what now?" Tony couldn't answer, since his mouth was already full of pizza, so he only pointed at the box. Ziva stood up and walked over to it, taking a slice. She leaned on the table behind his desk. Tony finished chewing and turned around to face her. He looked her body up and down and grinned.

"I can think of a couple of things." Ziva couldn't help but smile, but she took another bite of her pizza instead of answering him. "No? Ok then, option number two. He stood up and walked to his bag and pulled out several DVD cases. "A movie!" He began to walk over to his desk, "Do we want Smokey And The Bandit or Titanic?" He asked her. She shrugged. "Ok, Smokey And The Bandit."

Tony put the DVD in his computer and the movie started. He pulled off his dress shirt and pants, leaving him only in his boxers. "Tony..." Ziva said.

"What?" He asked in defense. "This is what I sleep in!" He said and then laughed, "And usually, I don't even wear these." He pulled the elastic on the boxers. "Ok, ok, fine. He pulled out a t-shirt from his bag and slipped it on. "There." He sat down in his chair and grabbed another slice. "Here. Sit in my lap. At least it'll be a little more...comfortable." He smiled at her and she sat on him, on the edge of his knees. About five minutes into the movie, she began to shift. He took his hands and rubbed her back and spoke softly. "I'm sorry, Zi."

"No, it is ok."

"I'm not talking about that." Ziva turned to him and stared. She leaned in and gave him a slight kiss, but Tony held her there, turning it passionate. He leaned back in his chair as they kissed. Tony slipped his hand under her shirt again, but Ziva stopped and looked at him.

"Tony, we are in the squad room." She said. Tony chuckled and kissed her again. She laid her head on his chest and turned her attention to the movie. Tony propped his feet on the desk, and in about 10 minutes, both were asleep from exhaustion.