2006 - The Clone
Ziva arrived home to a package at her door. 'Open me when you are alone.' No sender. She set the package aside. It was late and she really needed sleep after the long day at NCIS. The boxes would have to wait till the next day off. She had a quick shower then made some tea. On her way to bed, she noticed the package again. She figured she could open it while drinking tea in bed. As she opened the package, she first came across a card. "I did know how to shut off the toy we found the other day. Glad to see you do too." Ziva recalled the case with the marine wives making money on the side with sexual videos. Tony had seemed inexperienced with the still vibrating dildo, so she had snatched it and instructed him how to shut it off. Of course, she knew it was a ploy, because very little in the world of intimate pleasure was foreign to her partner. Ziva continued to open the package. Inside it was a realistic looking silicone penis, with a vibrator to insert. It seemed like it had already been opened. Then, she noticed the tag underneath it, 'Clone-a-willy'. Just then she received a text message, "Did you find your gift?" "Yes, how did you know my size?" she liked to tease and shock him. She did not anticipate his reply, "My size is yours then." She quickly pulled out her laptop and googled 'Clone-a-willy'. Mildly shocked, she pulled out a condom and some lubricant. "Glad I have fitting covers," she typed. And with that, they each spent intimate alone time before falling asleep.
The next day, Tony came home to an envelope under his door. In it was a plastic zipper bag and a note. "This must be your size then." He pulled out the bag and recognized the contents. He inhaled the aroma after opening it. Peach, with a slightly familiar human scent, though very distinctly missing the male scent. Instantly, he fantasized the copy of his mini-me inside the latex cover. He pictured it touching her thighs, sliding under her small panties. Most of her naked body was still etched into his retina from their sexy undercover op. A text message came in. "Challenge: add some essence." Tony loved the seemingly innocent texts that made sense only to Ziva and him. All he had to do was slide the rubber over his already rock-hard erection and think about her flipping him onto his back. Not a minute later he texted her "Too easy. I got home ready." The next day, he slipped the zipper bag into the bottom drawer of her desk. When he came back from the vending machine later that morning, he found a similar bag in his bottom drawer. He looked up at Ziva whilst she opened her drawer as a message. He opened the bag while it was still in the drawer and found a wet piece of cloth smelling similar to the previous bag. "Gear up, dead lieutenant in Falls Church!" They let Gibbs and McGee get a head start, stuffed the bags into their gear packs and whispered, "Stick to home delivery!"
That summer at Ziva's apartment, team leader Tony fits in like a glove, their scents and tastes familiar.