So, Once again I am borrowing the characters. I don't own them, DPB and CBS do. I know it, you know. Okay. Thanks again to Jacey05 and TonyZivafan for all their help.
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Ziva burst through Tony's bedroom door and pulled him through after her. She turned to him and pressed her body into his. "Sleeping. That is an American euphemism for sex, yes?"
"Something like that." He said, bracing her head in his hands and kissing her hungrily. She returned his kiss, pulling him towards her until they both landed on the bed.
He made quick work of removing her clothing. Ziva's only coherent thought as he kissed his way down her body was; What a mouth! She had her legs splayed over the edge of the bed, her fists knotted in his hair. She was about to sing the Hallelujah Chorus when the phone rang.
Tony knocked it off the hook, but to no avail. Gibbs' voice boomed through the bedroom. "Let the girl go and pick up DiNozzo!"
In shot Tony's head popped up and he snatched the phone from the floor. "Yeah boss." He listened in obvious dissatisfaction. "Yeah boss. I'll call her."
He hung up and turned to Ziva. "Bad news sweet heart. I'm going to have to put you on hold."
"That is so not funny Tony!"
"It's either laugh or punch something, take your pick."
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Ziva set a colander filled of strawberries into the sink and doused them with the vegetable sprayer. Stupid idiot midshipman!
The team had been called in to locate a missing midshipman who hadn't shown up after his weekend liberty was over. She, Tony, and Gibbs had spent most of the night looking for him. At 3 am Abby and McGee located the little weasel by tracing his credits cards. Turned out he had absconded with his CO's daughter in a local motel.
It was nearly dawn when they stumbled into bed and passed out, sheer exhaustion having won out against passion. When Ziva woke in the morning she found herself face down, her head wedged into Tony's armpit. He happily snored away.
Ziva shook herself out of her reverie and set the colander of strawberries onto a plate to drain.
Bleary-eyed Tony shuffled into the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee, kissed the back of Ziva's head and sat down.
"Morning tired head." She said cheerfully.
"Sleepy head?" He offered.
"What ever. It's almost noon."
He looked at the clock on the stove. So it was. "You didn't wake me up?"
"Should I have? I thought we had a truce."
"We do. Want some help with breakfast?"
"Sure. Know how to scramble eggs?"
"Yes. Wait. I have food in the house?" He stood and pulled open the refrigerator door. Apparently the food fairies had visited during the night. "You go grocery shopping?"
"What gave it away?" She laughed.
Ziva selected a strawberry from the colander and bit into it, completely aware that he was watching her mouth.
Tony remembered in a flash that Jack had told him something involving Ziva and strawberries but he'd thought it all a fabrication. Now, watching her eat he had to wonder.
"So, about last night." He started.
" 'How about I just lay here;' is not something anyone says to me." Ziva contended.
What can I say? I was tired and desperate! "It was worth a try." Tony he said. On impulse he hugged her. She didn't pull away.
They both jumped apart when the front door swung open.
A perky blond in a satiny black coat popped through the door. She had a huge smile on her face and it melted the moment she saw Ziva.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked in a clipped New York accent.
"Your replacement." Ziva said as she bit into another strawberry.
Tony's gaze pivoted back and forth between the two women. Just where I want to be, between a woman scorned and a trained killer with a strawberry fetish.
The blonde approached Tony. "You can't mean that honey buns." She said in a sultry voice. She ran her fingers up his chest and smiled at him like a cat with a mouse. She slid Ziva an evil look and nipped him on the earlobe, her eyes never leaving Ziva's nonplussed face.
"Uh, Naomi. I don't think this is going to work anymore." Tony winced.
Clouds of anger darkened Naomi's face. "Honey buns, you don't know what you're missing." She pulled back and Ziva laughed.
"What's so funny?" Naomi asked.
"Just you."
Naomi lunged for her and Tony pulled her back. He steered her toward the door. He locked it behind her and threw the deadbolt.
"Was that really necessary Ziva?"
"No. It was fun." She smiled. "And just who is Naomi?"
"A date."
"A date that didn't have much under her coat I think."
"She's a flight attendant. When she's in town she comes over. We have an understanding. Look, I'm not the only person who does it…"
"I know. I do too." She said sweetly. She lifted the ripe fruit to his lips. "Strawberry?"
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