Hey guy's thank you for the reviews once again! This chapter draws a little on season 11 and the gala I believe where the drone hits the events McGee and Delilah attended. For the purpose of this story though, Delilah is not yet introduced (I may consider adding her by this is more TIVA) so the event is a group thing/awards night.

Hope you enjoy.

Chapter Fifteen

Tony strutted round the bullpen, in his tux, hair brushed back neatly, save for one stray hair that as Ziva put it, stuck up like a porcuswine. His shoes an expensive patent leather that squeaked slightly since they were new. He took great pleasure in showing off his appearance, not hiding his enjoyment at the flutters of love-struck eyes and heightened breaths from the female workers. Everyone knew Tony DiNozzo as a flirt, a heartbreaker but since his love for Ziva had been revealed, everyone knew his newfound flirting was light-hearted fun. Something that Ziva would pretend to be mad at but secretly didn't mind. Everyone knew he saved his best moves for the exotic Israeli. Georgie however could not help herself, sauntering into the room she dropped jaws with her long red gown, hair flowing in curls and a slit so high up her leg it nearly revealed her underwear. Tony wouldn't deny he looked, briefly but long enough to check her out. It wasn't in a sexual way, no, he wouldn't do that to Ziva. But he was a man, and he could appreciate the female form.

"You look nice" He offered; his mother had always taught him manners.

"As do you Tony, very handsome indeed"

Unlike his words that provided nothing more than a simple compliment, she leaned into him, her breath tickling his neck as she spoke. Keeping her voice low.

"I think you will be the best-looking man at the awards gala"

He swallowed hard, his heart racing. Not from excitement, but fear. If Ziva saw this she would kill Georgie with a paper clip, he wasn't sure he would fare much better.

"Thank you, but can I just get past" Tony muttered, moving over to McGee.

"Be careful Tony" Tim whispered.

"I didn't do anything"

"I know that, but she clearly wants something, just don't get caught in her web"

"Ziva will be here soon anyway"

As he spoke the elevator dinged, out stepped Ziva, a very heavily pregnant Ziva. If jaws dropped when Georgie walked in, then jaws and bodies fell to the floor to worship the goddess that was Ziva David. Stunning in a green satin dress that mirrored the one she wore on her undercover mission with Tony years before, his face breaking into a wide dopey grin as he stared at her beauty. The dress hung low, revealing enough cleavage to tease him, her bump wrapped in the fabric that held tightly to her skin, falling just shy of her ankles at the front, while material gather at the back to trail behind. She had a slit too, high enough to be classed as sexy not slutty. Her brown locks straightened with a slight curve at the ends, her make up classy and sophisticated. Gorgeous was not a good enough word in Tony's opinion.

"Babe close your mouth" Ziva giggled as she placed a soft kiss to his lips, not wishing for work to see to much PDA.

"I can't help it, you look amazing"

"Thank you, as do you my handsome hairy butt"

"Hmmm sweet cheeks, did you choose this colour for a reason?"

"Oooo maybe, remind you of a very passionate night does it?"

"Maybe"

"I can hear you guys" McGee groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Calm down McSingle, I could almost hear that eye roll."

"Ignore him McGee"

Tony smiled down at Ziva, even in heels she was shorter than him, fitting perfectly into his side, their bump snuggled between them, his hand resting and stroking softly.

"I am really glad you came Zee, but if you feel tired please tell me, I will take you home"

Ziva smiled up at Tony, she appreciated the concern, but she felt fine. A little tired yes but that was to be expected. When she heard of the gala, and the team's invitation she knew she would not miss it. Especially knowing Georgie would be there also. She intended to make the other woman suffer through her affection for Tony.

"I am good Tony, please don't worry"

He kissed her head, and patted her bum, keeping her close to warn off any unwanted attention from other females.

The gala was hugely successful, money was raised, and awards were given. As usual Gibbs received one, but Tony accepted on his behalf, the older man conveniently choosing that moment to take a phone call outside. With his team inside enjoying that party, Gibbs took time away from the music and attention. He didn't even know why he had bothered turning up, but Vance's strict instructions left him little choice. Seeing as the director could not attended himself, Gibbs felt a level of obligation. Still he didn't need to make himself known. Once again leaving his senior agent to collect his award in true Tony fashion. The air was cool, a breeze brushing past and sending a chill up his spine. Despite the approach of summer months, DC suffered a particularly wet and cold few weeks. On top of the abysmal weather, their current case at work was dragging on longer than anticipated. A stolen drone and a terrorist threat had plagued Gibbs and the team for the past week. The gala was at least an excuse to let their hair down. Gibbs went to return inside when his phone rang, glancing down he noted Vance's number. Answering he moved across the street for better signal, his face growing paler as the words on the other end sunk in, a sharp flash darting over his head.

Tony sat with his hand riding up Ziva's leg, his lips caressing her ear as he whispered little words of love to her, enjoying her excitement as she squirmed under his touch. The tease was his finest technique, working her up and then walking away. It worked for fun, and to build pleasure until he could get her home. Unfortunately, with her state of pregnancy she was no longer in the mood as much as usual, not that she didn't enjoy his touch she just didn't wish to go through the motions while she felt like a whale. For the night the tease would have to suffice.

"I have to use the bathroom" Tony whispered as he went to stand.

"Hmmm, kiss me first"

"Babe, Georgie isn't even watching"

"I don't care, kiss me"

Tony leaned in and captured her lips, sucking softly and moaning loud enough to catch Georgie's attention.

"Happy?" He whispered.

"Very" She replied with a grin.

Tony kissed her nose and went to leave when he saw Ziva's hand move to her stomach sharply.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I am fine, just a little Braxton hick"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Tony, I promise"

In honesty Ziva had been having intermittent cramps since the night before. Being her, she kept quiet, desperate to attend the nights awards gala. A dress as good as hers, was not to be wasted.

"Alright, I am just going to the bathroom, I will be back in a minute"

Tony stood and headed off behind some curtains towards the men's room. He pushed the door open and brushed past another man to the empty room. He was already undoing his belt buckle and fly as he approached the urinal, standing in position and unleashing a torrent. Head thrown back he began to hum, feeling greatly relaxed. His state of release and humming that rung through his ears distracted him from the opening of the door. It was only when he zipped and turned that he was stunned to see Georgie stood before him, her dress parted so high he knew if he lingered his eyes, he would see more than he bargained for.

"What are you doing, this is the men's room?"

"I wanted to see you"

"What?"

Tony brushed past her, washed his hands and went for the door, only stopped by the sultry women pressing her body against his and trapping him between her and the sink.

"Georgie, you need to leave"

He could feel her body heat encasing him, her curves pressing into his chest as her lower half tried to grind against him. Years prior he would have taken the women home, dragging her to a cab before spending a the night with her, but the new Tony could only think of one women, and unfortunately for Georgie, it wasn't her.

"Don't deny the chemistry Tony"

"Leave"

Georgie ignored his pleas the anger in his eyes as she ran a hand up his inseam, her nails tickling as she got higher. Before she could touch any further, Tony grabbed a hold of her arms, careful not to hurt her despite his anger, and pushed her off of him.

"Stop this, I am with Ziva, I am not interested in you!" Tony spat, not caring if he sounded harsh.

Georgie feigned hurt, her eyes fluttering with unshed tears as she bit her lip nervously, hands twisting in front of her.

"I just…I thought you liked me; you have been so nice to me"

Tony wanted to scream, to give her and earful of malicious words, but he had been raised better. His mother would disapprove of any malice towards a woman, no matter how wrong she was.

"Georgie, I am sorry, but I love Ziva…you need to leave"

"I just never feel loved by anyone"

Tony stopped, he didn't trust Georgie, didn't believe a word she had to say, but he didn't want to upset her any further. He brushed his fingers through his hair, sighing in defeat.

"Let's just head back to the table, enjoy the night"

"No, if you don't choose me, I will tell Ziva you kissed me in here, that you wanted more"

Tony looked to the women, stunned by her admission. He couldn't believe how he ended up here. The women in front of him was nothing more than a colleague, yet she was manipulating him to make him the bad guy.

"Your crazy"

He spat the words, turning and heading for the door as the room rocked, his last thought being Ziva before he fell to the ground.

Ziva was sat at the table still, listening to McGee's mutterings about Tony always accepting Gibbs awards. She would normally laugh and wind him up, but the cramping in her stomach was growing worse. The tightness increasing as she fought to stay calm. She still had a few weeks left, surely, she could not be in labour just yet. She was certain it was Braxton hicks, probably the stress of getting everything ready. Her uncomfortableness didn't go unmissed by McGee, but Ziva batted him away, insisting she was fine.

"Are you sure you're okay Ziva?"

"Yes, I am going to just grab some air"

"Want me to come with you?"

"No, no I am fine"

She needed the breathing space, the room feeling very stuffy, suffocating her slowly. She made her way through the curtain Tony had passed earlier, debating poking her head in the men's room to see where he was but choosing against it. He was probably at the bar. The pain in her stomach grew as she walked, her hand caressing her bump, whispering for her baby girl to stay put just a little longer. Panic was starting to rise as she rounded a corner, finding an empty lounge area just off the main hall. She moved towards a couch, hoping to take the weight of her feet, but before she could make it, she was thrown across the room, plaster from the ceiling falling around her, chandeliers crashing, glass shattering as screams echoed in the distant. All Ziva could hear was a ringing in her ears, all she could smell was burning, smoke filling her lungs as she choked, the dizziness taking over her head as she lulled back and forth, trying to pull herself up from the disaster that lay around her.