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Tony ducked into one of the staterooms and waited, the door cracked opened just enough for him to spy on Ziva and Cooper. They stood in the galley, their bodies mashed together. Cooper ran his hands up Ziva's back as she returned his torrid kiss. She moaned low in her throat. She seemed to be enjoying this too much. Tony had to wonder how much of her performance was a lie, or was she simply enjoying herself?
Tony whispered into his comm. link. "Forget the moaning sweet cheeks. I'd make you scream. All you have to do is say yes."
Ziva chose to ignore him. "Where's your room?" She panted to Cooper.
"How about here?" Cooper asked, his hands roughly running the length of her body.
"The galley? No way. I know you must have a stateroom on this thing." She said, pulling back from him
"It's occupied." Cooper replied, his hands fumbling with the knot at the nape of her halter topped dress.
"I'll say Casanova." Tony said as he stepped out of the stateroom. "How the hell you got that thing in here I want to know." He smiled his half smile as he took in Ziva's disheveled form. To his surprise she looked relieved to see him.
"Who the hell are you?" Cooper stared at him in outrage.
Tony's smile vanished. "NCIS. We have some questions to ask you about your new toy."
"I don't know anything about it." Cooper said sullenly. He stood frozen to the spot. It appeared he was going to play the tough guy.
Tony took one step closer to him. "We think you do. You can answer the question or I can let her interrogate you." Tony nodded in Ziva's direction.
Cooper laughed. "Her? Am I supposed to feel threatened?"
Ziva reached out and squeezed a portion of Cooper's neck between her fingers. He fell to his knees and tears welled in his eyes but she maintained her grip. "Any one ever tell you you're a lousy kisser?" She said. She squeezed him harder and he gasped. "Way too much slobber."
Tony smiled. Perhaps it had been an act after all. "Do you have a bucket down here? Paper towels? Clean up's a real pain with out paper towels and a bucket." He shrugged his shoulders casually. Cooper glanced at Ziva who smiled menacingly at him. He pressed his lips together and they whitened. "Okay. Okay I'll talk."
Ziva released her hold and Cooper rose slowly to his feet. For a moment Tony allowed himself to think that it was going to be easy. His hope vanished when the cloud of fear left Cooper's face and the man let out a maniacal laugh. "Had you there for a moment didn't I? Think you've got the upper hand?" Cooper pulled what looked like a small key fob from his pocket. "All I have to do is press this little button and BOOM! Say Good night."
"That's a pretty crappy plan B." Tony said.
"Yeah, well. Better than Leavenworth. I'm told you don't feel much of anything."
"I beg to differ." Ziva interjected, her eyes fixed on the remote, deciding the best course of action. Cooper's finger rested lightly on the trigger. She had to be careful.
Then they heard it. A subtle bump as another boat came in contact with the Lucky Lady's stern.
Cooper bolted past Ziva and up the stairs to the deck. Ziva and Tony crashed into each other in their rush to follow.
On deck two men dressed in black wet suits stood brandishing semi automatics. A Zodiac, tethered to a mooring cleat on the port side, bobbed on the blackened sea.
One of the men spoke to Cooper. "The time table's been moved up. Who are these people?"
"Feds. Get rid of them." Cooper grinned.
Tony and Ziva stood side by side, opposite the frog men goons.
"I don't know. I think they'd be worth something on the black market, don't you?" One asked the other.
Ziva was so fast. Tony saw barely saw her leg as it arched down, knocking the weapon from the man's hands. She followed it up by a blow to the sternum that left him gasping for air on the deck.
But instead of advancing on her the second man trained his gun on Cooper. "Trying to double cross us?"
"We can talk about this." Cooper said, his hands raised defensively, his thumb millimeters from the trigger. "What is it that you want?"
This is going to end badly. Tony's eyes fixed on Cooper. He didn't trust him not to push the button. With the goons fixated on Cooper he seized the opportunity and pulled Ziva by the arm and jumped over the side into the Zodiac. He sliced through the mooring lines with his knife. Thank Goodness for Gibbs and his rules. Ziva cranked the engine and they sped off into the night.
A body shaking roar rocked the night air. Tony twisted just in time to see the boat explode in a maelstrom of debris. The water around it boiled and glowed deep orange. Bits and pieces of twisted metal and fiberglass pierced the night sky in shower of boat splinters. Tony heard a loud hiss as a chunk of the Lucky Lady skewered the Zodiac. He flung himself on Ziva and pinned her to the bottom protecting her with his body. He lay over her until the rain of debris stopped. She lay still and breathless beneath him and he felt his heart shudder. Was she wounded? "Ziva?" He called.
"Mmmph." She said, her voice muffled by his body. He sat and helped her up. She rubbed her face. Imprints from his shirt buttons stood out on her forehead.
Behind them the hull of the Lucky Lady lingered on the surface for a moment before slipping under.
Ziva felt warm water around her ankles. She looked down. The Zodiac was on a one way trip to the bottom. "Looks like we're going to have to swim for it."
Tony watched the water rapidly filling the boat. "Have I told you I'm starting to hate Puerto Rico?"
They eased into the warm water and began to swim. The lights of the beach twinkled in the distance. The wind pushed waves across the ocean.
Side by side they swam a lazy breast stroke, heads out of the water to keep an eye on the beach.
"So." Tony said. "You and Dr. Love. Tell me it was all an act."
Ziva twisted her head and looked at him. "It was all an act Tony."
"Really?" He said, dragging the word out, " 'cause you looked pretty happy."
"Jerk." Ziva replied, and splashed him.
Tony smirked. "I know what you're thinking. You're wondering if I can really make you-GACK!" Tony coughed as a wave hit him square in the face. He choked on the salty water and sputtered. "Have I told you I'm really starting to hate Puerto Rico?"
"Just twice." Ziva said. She stopped swimming and began to tread water. "I really wore the wrong outfit for this." Her dress knotted around her legs. She reached down and hauled it over her head and let it float away.
"I liked that dress."
"Me too but I can't swim in it."
They swam on. Something tangled around Ziva's ankle. Please dear God don't let it be a stinging jelly fish. She kicked hard and whatever it was slid away. Seaweed. It's just seaweed. Yeah right. Just keep telling yourself that.
They swam until last floating embers of the Lucky lady where nothing but a pinprick of light in the distance. Tony let out sigh of relief when he felt the sandy bottom under his feet.
They steadied each other as they hurried out of the water. The tropical night air soft on their wet skin.
Dressed only in a bra and panties Ziva shivered despite the warm air
"Here." Tony said with out a question and handed her his shirt. "Getting arrested for indecent exposure would really end this night well."
She smiled and shrugged into it. It dampened and adhered itself to her body like cling wrap. Tony smiled at her. "Damn."
Ziva returned his grin. Quickly her smile turned to concern. "Your back!" She exclaimed.
"What?" It was then that he felt it, a fiery sensation running the length of his back.
Ziva studied it in the wane light. "It appears to be just a scratch."
"You could kiss it and make it better." He said, only half joking.
"I'd rather just kiss you." She took a step closer, her eyes scanning his body as she did so. His soaked pants clung to him, leaving little to the imagination. Water dripped down his naked torso, catching in his dark chest hair. She could feel her senses heighten as her eyes locked onto his.
"I thought you wanted to kiss me." Tony almost whispered as he took the one step necessary to close the space between them.
Ziva smiled. She would show him. She licked her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head lower so she could run her tongue tantalizingly along his full lower lip. She felt him tense up as he sharply in-took a breath of air in anticipation.
Ziva took the opportunity to take complete control and pushed her
tongue into his mouth.
Tony responded immediately and pulled her closer to him. One hand knotted in her damp hair, the other caressed her back through the wet shirt she now wore.
Oblivious to their surroundings, they continued to intensify the kiss.
Ziva was the one who broke away first. "We don't leave until 1300
tomorrow. We have the rest of the night and the whole morning and…"
"And…" He questioned.
"And the answer is yes."
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