And again. I don't own this it's just fanfic.

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Ziva woke to a ceiling that was not her own. She rubbed her eyes letting the confusion of last night slide into focus. Oh yes. Someone wants to kill me. Again. Instinctively she reached out to touch Tony only to find him gone. She ran her hands over the sheets where he'd lain. They were still warm. He'd just gotten up.

She rose slowly and dressed in last night's clothes. Definitely she had cracked ribs. Each breath she took was punctuated by a slicing sensation in her right side. Her whole chest felt abused.

Ziva stepped out of their bedroom and took in her surroundings. In addition to their room three doors opened up off the hall. She peeked in each one. She found one empty bedroom, bed unmade. In the next one a blonde man slumbered. The third held what looked to be a command post. She went in.

A bank of color monitors stacked 4 by 5 sat on a metal desk. On each screen she could clearly see images of the apartment both inside and out. She grinned. She could fix that.

Ziva pulled the monitor bank from the wall and studied the patch panels at the back. This is going to be too easy. Working quickly she rearranged cables. She disconnected two switches, removed one circuit board, smashed it, and shoved it back in the slot. She then pushed the monitor bank back flush with the wall. She could now only see the outside of the apartment on video. Satisfied she went on to fix the audio to record only the perimeter of the apartment.

Pleased with herself she went to see Tony.

Softly she padded down the hall. Ziva rounded a corner and saw Tony sitting at the kitchen table scarfing Cheerios. He wore his boxers and T-shirt. He hadn't shaved. She felt a flash of desire low in her stomach. If the situation had been different she'd have dragged him back to bed.

To distract herself she studied Tony's breakfast companion. He had bright red hair and an odd way of chewing that reminded her of those fuzzy little creatures from the park. A chipmunk was it? Disgusting.

Neither man saw her. Perfect. Ziva crept up to Tony and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Morning." Tony jumped and she laughed. She'd never get tired of it.

The red headed man was slightly worse for wear. He wheezed and coughed up some cheerios.

"I told you to stop doing that Zee-Vah. Look what you did to agent Hickey here." Tony said. He giggled when he pronounced the agent's name.

Ziva missed the joke. "I think not." She said. She took a long pull from Tony's coffee and handed it back to him.

"You can keep it." He said grumpily.

"Thanks." Ziva kissed the top of his head sat down beside him. "Now what do we do?"

"We wait."

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Ziva couldn't help laughing. Agent Hickey was entrenched in the command room furiously trying to fix 'A technical glitch." He'd been at it for most of the day. She and Tony could hear banging and cursing alternating with frustrated silence.

"Did you have something to do with this?" Tony asked.

She smiled. "Who, me?"

"You're evil David."

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"This is the second time we've watched this movie." Ziva said, gesturing towards the small screen.

"You got a problem with Run Lola Run? 'Cause I thought you'd be into her." Tony said. If he ignored the facts that an unknown person wanted them both dead and sex was out of the question, watching movies with Ziva was a good way to spend the day.

"I'm going crazy just sitting here." Ziva said. She looked a little crazy Tony thought. Her eyes were wide and she fidgeted on the sofa beside him.

"Going crazy? I thought you already had." Tony retorted.

Ziva gave him a dirty look and a shot to the shoulder.

"Ow." He rubbed his shoulder. "I'm just saying crazy is stowing away in a body bag to get away from some one who wants to kill you."

"It wasn't crazy. It was resourceful." Ziva pressed her right hand to her right side, trying to ease her discomfort. Tony noticed but he didn't say anything. If she wanted to be a tough girl then he had no other option than to let her.

"Yeah. Right. Remind me to thank you for one of the most disgusting moments of my life." He said sarcastically.

Ziva switched gears. She leaned in to kiss the nape of his neck, her tongue warm on his skin. Slowly she slid her left hand up his leg and stopped with her palm resting tantalizingly on his groin. "You know. We never got a chance to make up."

"I'd take you up on that Sweet Cheeks but we have company." Tony flashed her his smile and his green eyes glinted. She truly was his match. He had to admit. Sometimes she even outpaced him, like now. It took everything he had to slide her hand away.

Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. McGee in a Speedo. McGee in speedo on a cold day.

"I don't like being here Tony."

"Tell me something I didn't know." He said

"I'm not wearing a bra." Ziva replied, shattering his image of McGee.

"No. That I knew. You can't get it on by yourself and I didn't help dress you this morning." Tony clicked the TV off. "Want to play 20 questions?"

"Does this involve you asking me twenty questions? Because I think you know what I'm going to say." She said.

"I thought as much." He smiled and his eyes lit up. Ziva thought about rendering agent Hickey unconscience so she could have her way with Tony but decided against it. "Want me to teach you Krav Maga?"

"With your ribs? I think you need to take it easy. Go take a shower." He sounded concerned.

"I did that for an hour this morning. I'm still raisin-y."

"Pruney?"

"Is there really a difference?" She asked.

"Not really. They're both low on my list of preferred foods." He grinned. Correcting her speech was always good fun.

"Seriously. We're in big trouble here. Let me teach you." Ziva pulled Tony to his feet. She needed to move. She hated to sit still too long.

"I'll don't think so. You need to rest." He said gently. He lifted her shirt to check her ribs. They looked like bruised steak.

"What I need is to go shoot whoever's responsible." She said pulling her shirt down.

"Patience is a virtue you know."

"Yeah. You're a fine one to talk about patience." She snorted.

"I have an idea. I'll let you teach me some Krav Maga. But you need to 'fess up first. What did I miss between you and Gibbs?" Tony asked.

Ziva's jaw dropped. She didn't think it was that obvious. Mouth open she hesitated. She'd learned early on in life to carefully control what people knew about her and it pained her to volunteer information. Even to Tony. But she'd wanted to come clean to him for a long time. She felt fire in her stomach and it had nothing to do with desire. She was nervous. "Do you remember the day we spent locked in the boxcar and you asked me how I got those rug burns?"

"Yes." Tony said stepping close to her. He pulled her hips possessively to his.

"I slept with Gibbs," she said.

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