Cargo
Chapter 2
A/N: Once again, we don't own this, made no money. We're borrowing the characters for a bit and will return them in good condition.
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Wednesday 22 45 Zulu The Bull Pen
Tony still hadn't gotten used to his new desk. It always would be Gibbs' desk in his mind. Each morning he had to remind himself where he sat. He had considered not moving, but the view of Ziva was better from his new seat. She sat close to him and the way he'd oriented his computer he could stare obliquely at her if he so chose. And he chose to often.
Currently he sat on her desk as the two of them were embroiled trying to hash out the particulars of their current case, but every logical conclusion led them back to square one. Meanwhile they waited the results of tests that Abby was running. Tony had dispatched McGee to her lab armed with two gigantic cups of Caf Pow in hopes of hurrying her along.
Ziva sat facing him with her legs stretched out and an open container of Chinese take out in her hand. "C'mon Tony, 'the butler did it' is such a cliché. I swear."
He ignored her and lifted one of the cartons of Chinese food off the desk and picked out a piece of chicken. He gagged.
"I take it you're not a tofu fan?" She laughed.
"I can't believe people call it a food." He said. "Soy is just a plant that was never meant to be." He grabbed her water bottle and finished it off despite her angry look.
He tossed the bottle into the trash. "So. That move you used on Cooper." He lifted and eyebrow, silently questioning her. She shrugged her shoulders casually.
"It was a very simple yet very effect technique. I can show you if you like."
"Sure." He said. He leaned close, his face inches from her. "I'll make you a bet. You show me some of your moves and we go one on one on the mat. I bet I can take you down."
"Hmmp." She pressed her lips together in a slight smile.
"Don't believe me?"
"No."
"C'mon. If you loose you have to come with me to the family reunion and meet my Uncle Carmine the Ass Pincher."
Now Ziva sent him a questioning look. "I thought you weren't much of a family man."
"I'm not, but my Nona is a sweet old woman on borrowed time and I'd like to see her." His smile faded and he looked serious.
"Nona?" She asked.
"Italian for Grandmother. She's from the old country."
"Fine then. And if I win?"
"Dinner out and a Movie?" He offered.
"How about dinner in? And you have to watch the Sound of Music." She paused and grinned evilly. "And you'll have to sing, "How do you solve a problem like Maria?"
"You're on sweet cheeks."
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23 00 Zulu. The Gym
Alone in the NCIS gym, they stood on the mat, facing each other, both of them with their hands and feet wrapped protectively at Ziva's insistence. "The premise is being able to disarm your opponent in less than thirty seconds."
"Down and dirty eh? Just the way I like it." Tony teased.
But instead of being insulted she nodded her head in agreement.
"Let's start with something simple. Think you can handle that?" She said.
"Yeeeeeeees." He said sarcastically.
She showed him how to keep his hands in guard in front of his face, to throw a lightening fast punch while blocking, a side kick, spinning side kick, front and back kick, how to break collar bones of fallen opponents with an axe kick as well as tweak pressure points to render even the strongest man a puddle of pain on the floor.
"Ready to get started?" She asked.
In response he swung an uppercut at her. She dodged it neatly and
gave him a shot to the solar plexus that knocked his breath from his body. "Love tap." She said.
"So you love me then." He wheezed.
"Some parts more than others." She said and smacked him again. This time he blocked her and she grinned. "Don't hold back."
"I won't." He said. His fist came out in a heavy punch, deftly she pivoted and his fist skimmed the front of her shirt. "Show off."
Now they sparred trading blow for blow on the mat. Their gazes locked and it was clear they were both enjoying themselves very much.
Ziva sent a spinning side kick into his solar plexus. He stumbled a bit but did not fall. She was surprised to find herself holding back. It struck her that part of her wanted to loose. She was curious to see Tony in the DiNozzo family setting but didn't want to admit it.
After a few more rounds filled with jabs, and kicks, Tony reached out and squeezed her breast. "Honk Honk." He said.
She shoved him and he grabbed onto her as they both collapsed on the mat, both breathless, and bruised.
"I won." He said.
"Not on your life. You hit the mat first." She retorted.
"I went easy on you. Didn't want to see a bruise on that pretty face of yours. You'd be hard to kiss with a fat lip." He reached out to tuck a sweaty lock of hair behind her ear.
"So would you." She grinned. "Let's hit the showers."
"The men's showers are out of order." He panted.
"It's midnight Tony. No one's using them." She rolled onto her side. "Now do you want sex tonight or not?"
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As he walked across the floor in the women's showers, the smell of soap and shower cleaner invaded his nostrils. The only sound was the water from the stall Ziva occupied. He reached his destination and quickly removed his clothes, and then he slipped inside, pulling the shower curtain tightly behind him.
The lights were low. Ziva stood under the spray, her back to him. She pulled her hair over her shoulder, letting the water course a trail down her back. He kissed her shoulder and she turned to him. Wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed him, slowly at first, twining her tongue with his. She aligned her naked water slicked body to his and felt him pressed hard into her stomach. "Is that all you ever think about?" She teased.
"Sometimes I think about my car." He joked, running his hands down her back to her bottom and picked her up. He braced her against the wall of shower and she wrapped her thighs around his hips, stroking her sensitive core along his length.
Tony moaned, "Seems to me like you think about it pretty often too." She laughed and he slid his hand between their bodies, to caress her slick folds. She purred and nipped his chest, just below his shoulder. Ziva grasped his shoulders for leverage, lifting her body, allowing him greater access to her center. He alternated between stroking her and then plunging his fingers into her teasingly. She reveled in the sensations he was creating, trailing her lips and tongue down his throat to his chest.
He felt her hand envelope him, running her fingers back and forth, teasing him and he groaned. When she felt the familiar beginnings of her orgasm, and her muscles tightening, she reached for his hand, halting his ministrations, "Wait," she gasped out. She once again lifted herself, aligned their bodies, and then slowly lowered, taking him into her, bit by bit until he filled her completely.
She began to move her body, tantalizingly slowly at first, then quickening her pace. Their mouths fused together in a sensuous kiss as the pleasure between them mounted. He grasped her hips, guiding her, their movements becoming frenzied. As her breathing hitched and her muscles contracted around him, Tony felt his own release building. As they reached climax, she threw her head back in ecstasy and they screamed out each other's name in unison, before collapsing against the wall. He continued to hold her, her head resting on his chest, his cheek pressed against her hair, while they worked to regain control of their breathing.
"Best damn shower I've ever had in my life," He said breathlessly.
Ziva laughed huskily and pressed a kiss to his neck.
They both jumped when the door to the showers smacked open. A woman's soft steps echoed in the now quiet room. Tony flattened his body to the wall, hoping in vain that whoever it was would not notice a set of male feet beneath the edge of the shower curtain.
They held their breaths as a woman with purple toenails stopped in front of their stall. She pushed back the shower curtain of the adjoining stall and stepped inside. Suddenly they heard a very familiar voice.
"So, I see you've done away with Rule 12, Agent DiNozzo." It was Director Shepard.
Before they could respond she turned on the water.
They shared a look that said, "What do we do now?"
"Let's go." Ziva whispered quietly.
Tony stepped out of the shower with Ziva behind him. They dressed hurriedly. As they were leaving, the Director, spoke up once again, raising her voice to be heard over the running water.
"Agent DiNozzo, Ziva, we need never speak of this again." In a voice that indicated that was all to be said.
They practically ran from the room.
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The elevator ride down to Abby's lab was silent. Just as they reached their destination Ziva spoke, "What should I wear?"
Tony sent her a confused look, "When?"
"To the reunion." She smiled.
Tony grinned back at her. "Something that comes off easy."
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