Chapter 2:

"DiNozzo! David!" It's over. Wherever you are, you can come out now".

Ziva moved off Tony and they both dressed as quickly as possibly, all the while holding each others gaze. Ziva smoothed Tony's hair into place and attempted to somewhat straighten his shirt.

"We're down here boss," Tony yelled, keeping his eyes locked on Ziva's.

"Keep talking DiNozzo, we need to locate you amidst all this rubble. Either of you hurt?"

Ziva replied this time. "We're good Gibbs. We do appear to be trapped though".

Another few minutes and they heard Gibbs above them. Several rescue workers busied themselves clearing wreckage and before long they could see Tony and Ziva on the lower level. The trapdoor they used initially was now in sight and they moved to climb back up onto the main level, or what was left of it. Leading them out of the wreckage, Gibbs walked them over to the paramedics, insisting they be checked for any injuries.

Both Tony and Ziva were walking in a fog, still in shock from what had happened between them more than with their near brush with death. The explosions and gunfire were the result of a bitter battle between rival high-end drug dealers, all wanting a piece of the stash, which, rumor had it would be worth millions on the black market. All were now dead as a result. The 2 naïve marines had no idea who they were dealing with and had made it to safety as Tony and Ziva were pushed further into the warehouse. All evidence of the smuggled drugs had supposedly been moved or destroyed, and the tired, hungry marines were not talking.

At least the marines were safe, as were Tony and Ziva. So all in all not a bad outcome.

Tony and Ziva were not so sure about that.

4 days later…

No matter what he did or tried to say, Ziva would not give him the time of day. The banter, the jokes, the teasing – she was not interested in any of it. Tony wanted to talk to her, but she was not giving in. She came to work a little late to avoid running into him in the parking lot, she accepted all chances to work off-site, and all contact with Tony was business only.

Gibbs had noticed the difference and had wanted to know what DiNozzo had done to make her like this. He assumed it was something he had done, hell, this was DiNozzo after all. "You fix it" was all he had said to Tony.

The thing was, Tony didn't know how to fix it. He wanted her to know that he had wanted her for a long time, and that how it had happened in the warehouse was not what he had in mind. He was confused, he needed her to know how he really felt but even he didn't know how he really felt. All he knew was that he missed her, missed her teasing and missed seeing her smile. And he wanted to be with her again, only this time not in a musty warehouse surrounded by gunfire. He had absolutely no idea how to fix it, but he knew he had to at least keep trying.

The end of yet another day was looming, and Ziva had already left the building, or so he thought. He headed to elevator and as he pushed the down button, the door opened and he got in, the door closing behind him. It was then that he noticed Ziva was already in the elevator. She looked at him and immediately headed for the door but Tony wouldn't let her past him. He quickly jabbed the 'emergency' stop button.

They stood and stared at each other before Tony spoke up. "You're not getting away this time," he said. "We need to talk and you keep avoiding me".

"Tony…" she began.

"Me first" he stopped her. "I know what you probably think about me, but you've got it all wrong. Why do you think that happened in the first place? You can't deny it, there has been an attraction between us since day 1".

Ziva looked from Tony to the ground and back up again. She was beginning to feel on edge, trapped in yet another confined space with Tony DiNozzo. She found herself looking at his lips, subconsciously licking her own as she did so. Tony did not miss this and took a step closer to her. He could feel his breathing getting heavier and had to fight the urge to close the gap between them and kiss her.

"Why are you pushing me away?" his voice was low, husky.

"I-I'm not", she replied.

"You are".

"Not!"

"Are!"

They both stood face to face and before long the tension was broken as they both began to laugh. Really laugh. The absurdity of it all suddenly came crashing down around them. Tony took the one step closer and put his arms around her and they hugged as their laughing quietened down. Ziva rested her head on his chest and could smell his faint cologne, a scent that she now associated with Tony. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. His scent overwhelmed her already overloaded senses. She was addicted to a drug and that drug was Tony DiNozzo.

He was resting his head on her hair, all the while absently caressing her back with his hands. He too, felt the addiction. He lifted his head to look at her, and she met his gaze. The laughing had stopped. They were moving in closer, closer, until their lips were barely touching. He could feel her breath on his face and it only served to arouse him further.

"Aren't you going to kiss me…?" she barely whispered.

"If you want me to," his tongue darted out and he ran it feather soft along her top lip, then her bottom lip. She immediately pushed him up against the wall of the elevator and kissed him so hard he was certain his lips would either bruise or bleed. But who was he to not oblige?

Tony kissed her back with a passion built up from days of tension fueled by frustration and uncertainty. He fumbled with her bra, wishing desperately to see and feel her breasts. But Ziva stopped him.

"Tony, we're in an elevator – at work!"

"Ah, god, I can't wait. I need to be inside you again," he was sounding desperate but he didn't care. He had plenty of time to make it up to her and show her just how slow and sensual a lover he can be. And he planned on showing her many times.

That was all it took. Ziva thanked herself inwardly for wearing a skirt that day. Tony pushed it up past her hips and she pushed her panties down and kicked them off. Tony had his pants down and was pushing himself inside of her as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. God, he felt good, she thought. Right where he should be.

This time though they were mindful of being quiet, as they pushed against each other, using the wall for leverage. It wasn't long before both of them were close. Tony waited for Ziva first before he came deep inside of her, biting her shoulder as his release soared through his sensitized body. Before long their breathing slowed and as they looked at each other, disheveled and up against the wall in the NCIS elevator they both laughed again. It was like a relief, an outlet.

"Ziva we have to stop meeting like this", Tony smiled seductively while still somewhat breathless from their encounter.

It was then that the elevator lurched forward and began to move again.

"Oh, Crap!" Tony exclaimed. They quickly sorted themselves out, Tony grabbing Ziva's discarded underwear and stuffing them in his pocket. They had managed to straighten themselves out enough to be presentable as the doors opened.

"What the …?" A familiar voice stopped mid sentence.

It was their worst possible nightmare.

They were face to face with Gibbs.

TBC…