(Once these aren't my characters-just borrowing see first chapter)

Tony came to first. "What is that stench? Please tell me I didn't mess myself in front of her." He thought. Something reeked to high heaven. It reminded him of his college roommate that "cleaned" his basketball uniform by spraying it with cheap cologne. He blinked. His eyes didn't seem to be working. Something cold was on his face. He felt the weight lift. Suddenly Ziva's image snapped into view. She looked concerned. She brushed his forehead softly. Her fingertips were warm. "I take it back. He's the worst housekeeper I know."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"How's your head?"

"Okay." He touched his nosed tenderly. Bruised but not broken. What is it with her? Every time he went somewhere with her he got beaten in the face or nicked with stray bullets. Maybe he needed to rethink this Ziva obsession of his. "I'll live."

He made no move to get up. She was still stroking his face. He liked it. The heat of her body soaked through his skin. The whole thing was oddly sensual. He wanted her. He was jealous of Peter and he wanted her. It was a bad combination. It struck him that he was just a little bit worried too. Ziva would make one very dangerous EX if it came to that. Lt. Pam Kim the bunny boiler would be nothing compared to having a woman trained to spy and kill be angry with him. He'd have to remember to ask Peter what exactly he'd done to piss her off. He didn't want to make that mistake.

"Feel like sitting up?"

"I can manage."

She ignored his protest and helped him rise. She steadied him as his head cleared. Slowly he looked around the room, assessing their situation. He took in Peter's fallen form. "I see you're exercising restraint. You didn't kneecap him. My mentoring is paying off."

"I'd still like to."

"Don't. I don't want to fill out the paperwork."

They both watched Peter for a moment. He slumbered in the fetal position, quietly drooling. His head lay on a sneaker. "Remind what you saw in baby snooks here?" Tony asked.

"I'm trying to think of that myself. I suppose we were really only good at one thing." She slid him a look that nearly made him pant. He'd seen it before. It had heralded the fierce kisses she indulged him with when they masqueraded as husband and wife. He was certain she'd done it one purpose. He knew Ziva was well aware of her power to torment him. He was her sport.

A low groan escaped Peter. His body went rigid. His eyelids began to flutter. They opened in a click. He blinked several times. "What was that for?"

Ziva crossed the floor to him. She stood towering over him, "My apartment? And then you went and knocked out my partner."

"Who, pretty boy here?" Peter looked at Tony with a devious smile. "Careful, she bites."

"I know," Tony smirked.

The two men were now glaring at each other engaged in a staring match for domination. She was getting sloppy. She'd stuck two alpha males with wounded pride in the same crud filled room. She could almost smell the testosterone. She had thought she was beyond mistakes like that.

"Enough!" She said. Her adrenaline was pumping. She could feel the euphoric high taking hold. She was not in the mood to play games. "You've been listening to me. I need to know who's behind it and what they're after. Now." She uncuffed Peter and hauled him to his feet in one fluid movement. She dragged his semi bound body across the room and plunked him down into a leather bound chair in front of a heavy wooden desk. She redid the cuffs to the armrest.

"I really don't know what you're talking about." He protested.

"You've got a listening station set up in your closet. I checked while you were taking your nap."

"This is not about you."

"You have me on tape."

Tony stood. His head was clear now. Ziva looked like she might snap Peter's head off at any minute. He made his way through the debris to stand beside her. He put a hand on the small of her back in an unspoken, "Calm Down."

That's when he saw it, a framed photo of her on the desk. It was the Caribbean. He'd recognize it anywhere. She was standing waist deep in the ocean, wearing only the bottom half a green bikini. She had just surfaced. Water ran off her tan body in rivulets. Her hair was loose and hung heavily around her body. She was beaming. All he knew is that the photo made the Victoria's Secret Catalogue he'd swiped from his neighbor look like a cheap Sunday circular.

"Whoa." The words flew from his mouth.

"That was a great day." Peter told him. "Too bad yo-"

Ziva grunted. Slam. Peter never saw it coming. She twisted her hand in his hair and pushed his face down onto the desk with a loud crack. Tony could see a small fissure in the tabletop where she'd forced his face.

"You bwoke my node." Peter cupped his face in his hands.

"I need to know what's going on here. This is not a game." She still had a death grip on the back of his head.

"Fine. Look. All I know is that your father asked me to keep tabs on you. I swear that's all I know."

"Here's the problem dirt bag, we don't believe you." Tony said. He still hadn't been able to move his eyes from Ziva's photo and was hoping that she wouldn't notice.

"It's the truth." Peter contended

"What's he after?" Ziva tightened her grip.

"Like I said. I know nothing."

Thinking the better of it she released her grip on his head and slid her arm around his shoulders. She whispered in Peter's ear loud enough for Tony to hear. "You remember that night we spent on the Rock of Gibraltar?

"You wouldn't." Air gushed from him like a leak from a punctured tire.

She smiled. This would be easier than she thought. He'd never been a good agent or soldier. Her father only used him because he made a good minion. He never questioned authority.

"Fine. He knows Ari was a mole. That much has become painfully obvious. They're having problems at Mossad now. He thinks one of the other operatives has turned. He was afraid after Ari that you have too. You're the only child he has left. He doesn't want to lose you too."

"He already has." She thought. Silently she motioned Tony into the hall. She pulled the door nearly shut behind them. She didn't want Peter to escape. Ziva and Tony stood on the flattened carpet toe to toe. They were so close she had to tip her head back to look him in the eyes.

"We need to bring this guy back to Gibbs. See what he knows." Tony said.

"I agree."

"Do you believe him?"

"I believe that he believes it. I want to talk to my father. Find out what's going on. I want to get the two of them together."

"How are we going to do this? We don't have a warrant for his arrest." Tony said.

"I forgot about that aspect of your legal system. Can we arrest him for assaulting an officer?

"After you broke in? I don't think so."

"Can we call Gibbs for one? "

"No good. He's at the conference in Maine. Cell's not working."

"Director?"

"With Gibbs"

They paused for a moment and let their unsaid comments hang in the air.

"I think I'll just stuff him in the trunk, " Ziva offered.

"No way Sidney Bristow."

"This had not be another one of your stupid movies DiNozzo," she said, giving him a small shove to the shoulder.

"No-TV. She's a lot like you only with a sexier wardrobe."

He caught her icy glare and stopped. "I'll call McGee."

"Not a good idea. He's busy." She said shaking her head.

"Being an elf lord doesn't count." He laughed. Even though he liked the younger agent the guy was a serious nerd in need of a life.

"No. He's got something important this weekend." She was still shaking her head vehemently.

"Yeah right. Elf lord championships don't count. I'm calling him."

Tony tapped out McGee's cell number as he grinned her face. Ziva watched with some satisfaction as Tony explained their situation to McGee. She could hear shouting and general displeasure on the other end of the line. Tony hung up. He looked confused. "How'd it go?" she asked.

"Weird. No go on the warrant. I think I heard Abs in the background."

"I told you he was busy."

"Hold on, McGee and Abs? Our Abs? I don't believe this! McGeek's having the best weekend of his life and I'm on Long Island- not the Hamptons- with a stalker sent by your father."

"I'll make it up to you."

"Yeah right." He rubbed the bridge of his nose with the flat of his hand. "McGee and Abs are… Whoa. That picture's going to be burned into my brain for the rest of my life."

"It's a beautiful thing Tony." She smiled at his displeasure. She really was enjoying this.

"This is McGee we're talking about Zee-Vah"

"Yours is not the only naked body in the world that people find appealing you know," she said teasingly.

"So you find me appealing?"

"Maybe."

Good enough for him. He wasn't getting much more from the ice queen today.

"So what's the plan sweet cheeks?"

Ziva's attention returned to Peter. She studied him through the barely open bedroom door as if seeing him for the first time. "You know, maybe I don't need him after all. Would you mind if I handcuffed you?"

"Is this for fun?"

"Not exactly."

"Then no." He could just imagine the gossip now. He would never live it down.

Determined to win, Ziva nudged him against the wall and slid her index finger around the inside of his waistband slowly. Her pink lips were parted. She kissed him hard, pressing herself to him. He felt whoosh of exhilaration. He could feel every inch of her aligned with him. He kissed her back harder. Tony held her to him for a moment before sliding his hands under her shirt, kneading her back as he kissed her. She didn't stop him. She made little mewing sounds that were driving him crazy. He came to a screeching halt with his hands on her bra hooks, "Wrong place wrong time buddy," he told himself." Reluctantly he broke apart and whispered millimeters form her face, "You're going to have to do better than a kiss if you want to drag me handcuffed into NCIS."

She nipped his earlobe. "I still own that suit."

He grinned, "When do we leave?"

So- I've never done a scene like that before, sorry if it's hokey. What do you think, leave the end like this or do one more (just one though- don't want to drag it out.) Jeanne

Oh and just incase JJ Abrams owns Alias, not me. Boo hoo