Ha ha... just yesterday I was bragging about how I write three chapters a day and today I barely get out one!

Not my fault, I had to babysit (really good money in it for anyone looking to earn a little cash).

Anyways, here's the next totally not slap dash chapter.

While Abby searched the bullpen for bugs Ziva and Alex quietly bowed out and headed downstairs to train.

After half an hour of punching a bag and other stretches, Ziva decided that she and Alex were warmed up enough to spar.

"Ready?" Ziva asked as she bounced slightly on the balls of her feet.

"I want to try something new today." Alex replied instead of his usual, 'yeah'.

"Oh?" Ziva inquired.

"Mmhm. I want to talk while we spar to see how distracted we can get without it affecting our form." Alex mumbled as he stepped, clockwise, in a circle around Ziva.

"Hmm, fine. Ready?" Ziva asked again.

"Yeah." And almost before the word had left Alex's mouth Ziva attacked. "Okay, ladies first." Alex said after a long second.

"Do have a girlfriend?" Ziva asked, figuring that Alex, like any other teenager, would become embarrassed by the subject of his love life.

"No." Alex replied curtly, landing a soft punch to Ziva's ribs.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" Ziva asked irritably, annoyed that her plan had backfired.

"Yes." Alex answered and lightly tapped Ziva in the back of the knee with his bare foot. "My turn... how far have you and Tony's gone?"

Ziva was so shocked that Alex managed to move in and swipe her feet out from under her, knocking her to the ground.

Alex continued to bounce above her, waiting for Ziva to get up.

"What, how, I," Ziva spluttered as she continued to lay on the ground.

Alex sighed and reached down to haul the woman to her feet. "For anyone who looks hard enough and spends any time around you two at all knows that there is something between you. Whether it is attraction or more... is inconclusive. My money is on you two stepping across the playful banter field and into the touching stage but I would also bet that you haven't gone any farther than kissing. Am I right?" Alex asked as Ziva stared up at him.

The woman blinked and slowly glanced around the empty gym. "Yes. How did you know?" She muttered.

"I guessed. Partly." Alex replied before grinning. "And Tony told me."

Ziva's eyes widened and Alex took off for the men's locker room, getting inside and closing the locker room door just in time to hear Ziva bellow in rage.

Grinning, Alex thought about Ziva would do to Tony once she had showered and changed. "Or not." Alex muttered, his eyes widening as he realized Ziva hadn't gone into the women's locker room... she'd gone upstairs. "Oops." Alex said, doing his best not to smirk to visible. "Hope Tony's alive enough to take me to that Indian place he promised me for lunch." Alex said as he stripped and stepped into the shower.

"Tony, would you please follow me." Ziva cooed as she stood in front of my desk. To the average person her tone might have sounded, friendly, sweet even; but I knew that it was deadly and dangerous... and directed at me.

What did I do now? My gaze fluttered upwards and I realized that Ziva was still dressed in her gym clothes. "Umm, Ziva-" I began but was silenced by her eyes. "Where are me going?" I asked timidly, knowing I didn't want to go but if I didn't she'd only get madder and would probably just kill me in my sleep Christmas Eve.

"To the elevator." Ziva answered and spun on her heel. She headed right into the empty elevator and I had no choice but to follow her.

Gulping audibly Tony stepped inside the elevator and waited for the doors to close. Almost before the elevator had stared descending Ziva flicked the off button and stared at him.

"You told Max what happened this morning?" She asked, and if Tony didn't know her better then he would have thought he heard pain in her voice.

Brushing the thought off, Tony nodded. "I needed to talk to someone and Max seemed like the best choice." He answered truthfully.

"Why?" Ziva asked, her eyes searching Tony's greenish ones.

"Because the kid has so many secrets of his own I didn't think he'd mind holding one of mine." He said and looked down, as Tony glanced back up he was thrown against the wall... and Ziva was wrapped around his neck, her tongue down his throat.

"My place, eight o'clock." Ziva whispered in Tony's ear before letting go of him and stepping back. "Be there or leave the country under an assumed name." Ziva threatened and turned the elevator back on.

Tony smiled happily before Ziva simultaneous slapped him across the face and stomped on his large foot.

"Ow! What was that for!" He shouted as the elevator doors opened, his glare fierce and real.

"You are a terrible actor." Ziva answered, as if it made total sense... which it actually did.

People would have wondered why I looked so happy so Ziva needed to rough me up and make me angry so as not to expose our secret... I guess... soon to be secret. Tony thought, rubbing his cheek as it started to turn red.