Chapter Twenty-Six-AWOL

"Oi Tony!" Ziva breathed, clutching the blanket to her chest. "That was…amazing!"

"I know." He said, turning to face the intoxicating Israeli agent. "You were great."

He leaned down and began to devour her luscious neck. She couldn't help herself. She had to have him. She leaned into his irresistible lips and allowed him better access to her supple skin. Lately the pair hadn't been able to get enough of each other. It was as if they were both affected by something within them. Ziva lied on her back submissively, which as Tony knew was unlike her. He knew it was only because she trusted him. He climbed on top of her and growl into her neck in a cat-esque manner. Ziva didn't say anything, not a word. She was completely compelled by the NCIS agent. Suddenly he stopped when he arrived above her bump. He began marveling at how wondrous she looked pregnant. When they went undercover he didn't even think she'd be this beautiful.

"God, you're so beautiful." He uttered quietly.

She couldn't contain the blush that came to her face. She felt so loved by the man and she couldn't be happier.

"Thank you. You aren't too bad looking yourself." She replied.

He smiled up to her and decided to just lie down beside her and hold her within his embrace. No matter how old he got he would always want to hold Ziva in his arms. He placed a hand on her bare bump and kissed her temple.

"I love you." He whispered in her ear.

She smiled a small smile and looked up to him. The look in her eyes said it all. Even then she said it.

"I love you back." She said in her corny manner.

Lately Tony found her to be quite corny but he loved that about her. He loved that he could change her from this stoic Israeli into that of your typical teenage girl in her first relationship. It made him so happy that she could feel so comfortable around him. He kissed her temple again and brought the blankets around them tighter. They became comfortable and it was then when they realized something very important; something they stupidly missed. Ziva caught on at first, shooting up from the bed.

"We had work today!" She exclaimed.

"Oh shit!" Tony responded, grabbing his cell phone.

They realized they had gone AWOL. He dialed Gibbs number and listened to the dial tone. He heard Gibbs answer. As if he had read Tony's mind he spoke before Tony could even utter a word.

"Relax DiNozzo. You and Ziver stay in bed." He said, his voice calmer than usual.

Tony's eyes went wide. He was definitely not expecting that. He half expecting Gibbs to reach through the phone and head slap him but he didn't he actually handed it like a normal and polite human being.

"How did he know that?" He whispered. "Okay boss."

"We don't have any cases and we probably won't get one today. Have fun."

"Thank you?" He question, confusion clearly lining his voice.

He hung up the phone and looked over at Ziva. He laughed as she struggled to quickly get on a pair of her favorite jeans. He couldn't help but laugh at her.

"What is so funny, Anthony?" She asked, glaring at him with piercing eyes.

He knew she only really called him Anthony when she was angry with him. He stood up from the bed and put his hands on her shoulders. This seemed to calm her down considerably.

"I called Gibbs. He said that we could stay home. It seems as though it's a slow day over there anyway."

"Oh."

She then kicked off her jeans and wrapped her arms around him.

"I'm sorry I was so harsh with you." She said into his bare chest, kissing it.

She then left a trail of kisses from his sternum up to her desirable lips. He was so sexy to her. She knew she was being like this because of her hormones. They went back to the bed, fully prepared to make their day off worthwhile. A few hours later Tony woke up; his arms wrapped firmly around the sound asleep Israeli. He decided he should wake her up and see if she was hungry. She hadn't eaten since breakfast and that had been six hours ago. He gently shook her shoulder but all she did was groan.

"Zee-vah," He called, stretching out her name.

"Go away, Tony." She pleaded, burying her head underneath her pillow.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, now, please leave me alone."

"You just want to sleep, huh?" he asked, tracing her shoulder with his fingertips.

"Yes." She muttered, on the edge of falling back asleep.

"Okay then. Sweet dreams, my sexy ninja."

"Thank you." She sighed; her voice drowned by tiredness.

After that she was out like a light, her head back above her pillow. Tony stood from the bed and went to the kitchen. He made himself some coffee and drank a cup. He looked at the morning paper sitting on the counter and then a fly landed on the counter three feet away. Tony, from the second he laid eyes on the tiny insect, became determined to kill it. He grabbed the paper and rolled it up.

"Okay, fly. This means war." He muttered, taking his stance.

He then swatted at it, missing him. He began grumbling at the fly until he heard footfall padding closer to him. He turned to find that Ziva was standing there. She looked so sleepy yet so beautiful. How she managed to always look beautiful Tony had no clue. Even when she had been held in Somalia he found her beautiful.

"Hey baby. Did I wake you?" He asked, his eyes focused on finding the fly.

"No, I couldn't sleep. What in the world are you doing?"

"Uh…I'm just, you know, killing a fly." He admitted nervously.

"Oh." She said, walking towards him.

She snatched the paper from him and looked around the kitchen.

"Where is it?" she asked, walking towards the middle of the small yet cozy kitchen.

"I'm not sure."

Just then she spotted it on the window. She slowly and stealthily approached it. Tony then watched as with one slam on the window she ended the fly's life.

"There you go." She said matter of factly.

"Thank you." He said, watching her leave kitchen.

He couldn't help but be impressed by her and what she had done. He ran after Ziva who was now making her way to the living room. When he caught up with her he grabbed a hold of her forearm and forced her to stop.

"Where the hell did you learn to do that?" He asked, sounding quite impressed.

"Well, when I was a child…Ari would always hate flies and so he taught me how to kill them the way he did."

She hardly talked about her brother but when she did it was always something around her that triggered it. She then allowed tears to fall down her cheeks. Tony pulled her into his arms as she sobbed.

"I miss him so much." She cried as she sniveled.

"I know. What you had to do…that must have been so hard."

"Yes. It was."

Their day AWOL started out pleasant and fun but now it was taking a downward spiral.