Hello everyone… here's the final chapter of Into the Wild (finally!) Many thanks to the other TivaDivas for their continual support and input, and a special thank you to Liat1989 for her kind words of encouragement!

Into the Wild

Chapter 6

Ziva stood at the window of the old cabin, carefully surveying their surroundings. She neither saw nor heard any sign of David Murray. The rain had finally stopped and a heat haze rose from the moist earth in the faint light of the early morning sun. Hearing Tony mumble something in his sleep, she turned to watch him as he restlessly stirred on their make-shift bed of blankets. The fire had long burned down, and only a few glowing embers remained. Tony mumbled again, this time much louder. She walked over and bent down close to him. It was hard to hear what he was saying. Sighing, she looked at his swollen ankle. She had hoped it would be starting to heal but experience told her he needed medical attention and soon.

Rolling onto his back, Tony mumbled yet again. This time Ziva swore she heard him say her name. "Yes, Tony?" she replied, not really sure if he would answer.

"Zivaaaaa..."

"I'm here Tony," she replied again.

"Oh yeah, Zivaaaaa." Tony slowly opened his eyes, his early morning voice husky with desire. His heavy lidded eyes took her in.

Ziva smirked. After the night they had just spent together, she was surprised he was still thinking about sex. Then again, he was insatiable. She thought she was bad, but he had had enough energy for the both of them.

A noise outside broke her reverie. She walked to the window and cautiously peered out. In the distance she could see 3 figures approaching the cabin.

"Tony, get up – someone's coming."

"Again…?" He raised his eyebrow suggestively as his hand brushed aside the blanket hiding his erection.

She rolled her eyes. "Tony I mean it. I also suggest you get dressed, unless of course you want to be found naked."

Tony sat up and his head immediately spun. He had to scramble to find his clothes from the night before. Fortunately for him, Ziva had hung everything to dry on the back of the chair, and what was left of his jeans along with his shirt was within arm's reach. The slow pounding of a headache began to remind him of their current situation and he had to force himself to focus. Looking across the room at Ziva, he half smiled. She returned the smile with one of her own, an almost silent acknowledgement of what had happened the night before passing between them.

As Tony struggled to get into his jeans, previous thoughts of early morning bliss with Ziva were unfortunately pushed to the back of his mind. His ankle felt like a dead weight, and he had to lift it to help it through the widened, ripped leg of his jeans.

The rapid sound of approaching footsteps forced him to try to stand, and almost immediately Ziva opened the door and rushed outside before he could gather his thoughts.

"What…" Tony didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. As he stood, holding the chair for support, he felt all the blood rush from his head. He became instantly dizzy and thought he may well throw-up. Closing his eyes, he willed the nausea to go away.

Ziva hurried back into the cabin, McGee and Detective Perrette in tow. David Murray had been securely handcuffed to the railing outside. Before anyone could say anything, Tony leant over the burnt out fire, heaving up what was left in his stomach.

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Leaning against Ziva for support, Tony quietly tried to pull himself together.

Detective Perrette was the first to break the silence. "I'll get help, you wait here. Oh and keep an eye on Murray outside, there's no telling what he's likely to try."

"Tony needs help now, we can't afford to keep him waiting until help arrives – we should try to move him ourselves to save time." Ziva was annoyed at the apparent lack of concern the detective showed.

"Ah – we haven't told you yet. Tim…?" The detective looked at McGee.

He nodded, looked down at the ground then back up at Ziva and a very pale Anthony DiNozzo. "The main road is less than a kilometre away from here. We found David Murray as he tried to break into the general store during last night's storm. He took off and we followed him – right past this cabin. He has apparently laid animal traps all the way back to the road so once we caught him we had to wait until daylight until we could head back. In the process we saw Ziva rush outside… and here we are."

"You're kidding, right? You mean we spent the night in this 'place' for no reason?" Ziva felt like kicking something, fortunately she still had Tony slumped against her chest so she had to stay put and fume from the inside instead.

"No, you didn't." Detective Perrette spoke up. "Had you continued on past the cabin and followed the trail, yes you would have found the road, that is unless you hadn't stepped in any one of the traps Murray had previously laid. He led you in the direction of this cabin, knowing it would give you a false sense of security for a short time at least, then with added confidence and some rest you would have no doubt continued on the trail and…"

Ziva cut her off, "Okay, we get it. So tell me this - how did you two manage to get past the traps?" She wanted to get up and punch the detective but she knew it wasn't her fault. Still, that didn't stop her from feeling like doing it anyway.

McGee answered this time. "We followed him closely – how else do you think we caught him? Only he knows where the traps are." He was feeling pretty proud about being the one able to capture the criminal.

Detective Perrette cleared her throat. "You forgot to mention we didn't know about the traps until after we'd caught him, Tim." She smiled, he was so cute she couldn't help it.

"This is all very interesting but I think I'm going to throw up again…" Tony moved out of Ziva's embrace, and on all fours crawled the short distance to the fireplace where he began to vomit all over again.

"Just go – and take Murray with you. I don't want to risk him getting loose while we're still left out here." Ziva spoke directly to both the detective and McGee. "Please, both of you - go. Tony needs help and someone has to stay with him." She stood to push them both out the door, coming face to face with Murray who had spent the entire time struggling to free himself. Blood coated his wrists as a result. Ziva sniffed. "Gotcha now. How does it feel? You know, being captured like an animal in a cage?" Before McGee could un-cuff him she dropped a kick straight into his stomach, causing him to double over and groan in pain. "That's for shooting Tony," she smirked.

Satisfied, temporarily at least, Ziva went back inside the cabin while McGee and the detective dragged a limping, whimpering Murray along with them.

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Medical help arrived within the hour, followed closely by Detectives Harmon and Weatherly, McGee and Detective Perrette, and anyone else in the immediate area who had heard about the capture of David Murray. News was spreading fast. Tony was carried out on a stretcher. Ahead of him, several police with the help of a Park Ranger were busy locating all of the traps on the trail. The most obvious had been already found, but who knew how many more Murray had hidden in the undergrowth and shrubbery? The risk was not only to humans but to any wildlife likely to roam the area. Murray was not talking, in fact he had done nothing but mumble and laugh to himself since he had been taken into custody.

Tony had been given something for the pain and nausea, and was grinning all the way back to the main road. Ziva was acting annoyed, but inside she was relieved. His ankle had obviously become infected, and if Murray were still on the loose, and they had taken the trail with the traps, then…

She shook the negative thoughts from her mind as Tony continued to happily mutter garbled nonsense in his drug induced stupor. How he had managed to perform the night before was beyond her. Not that she had minded, he was as good as she had imagined, if not better. Something about the way he kissed… Her mind drifted – what would he be like if he wasn't sick? A tingle shot up and down her spine.

Before long they had reached the road, and Tony was immediately loaded into a waiting ambulance. The doors closed before Ziva could reach them. "Wait…" she called out. The driver motioned her over to the window as he started the engine. "The closest hospital is in Glen Falls about 10 miles out of Lake George. It's a long drive, we have to head out now. I suggest you meet us there rather than ride with us." He closed the window and u-turned out of the clearing before Ziva could respond.

Ziva kicked at the dirt. Spotting their rental car, she realized the keys must still be with Tony. Exhausted, dirty and frustrated, she stalked over to McGee who was busy talking to a reporter. Dragging him away by the arm, she needed to know if he would drive her back to their hotel room in Lake George. "Not before you give a full detailed statement." Detective Harmon interrupted them.

"Argh!" she screamed. Everyone turned to look at her.

"Fine," Ziva calmly responded. You could hear a pin drop. "But first I would like a hot shower, some clean clothes and then I will give you my statement, but only while you drive me to the hospital in Glen Falls." She smiled almost sweetly, brushing messy hair out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ears.

The detective nodded. He wasn't about to argue.

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Several days later, and back in the hotel room at Lake George, Tony lounged on the bed with his ankle propped on a pillow. Dressed only in his favorite boxer briefs, he channel surfed while Ziva was in the bathroom. McGee had left for D.C almost as soon as the case wrapped. As it was the weekend, Ziva stayed on to keep Tony company. He was given strict orders to rest before returning to D.C. She offered to keep an eye on him in the meantime.

"Ziva!" Tony bellowed. "I need another glass of water."

Rolling her eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror, Ziva sighed and grabbed a glass. Walking over to Tony, she smiled as she handed him the water. "There you are my little hairy butt. Is there anything else I can get you?" Looking after Tony was akin to looking after a spoilt child.

"Since you asked… can you massage my shoulders Sweet Cheeks? My muscles are tight from being so sick - and have I mentioned I could have died out there?" Tony was milking his current situation for all it was worth. He no longer had the infection and other than his ankle having to heal, which would take time, he was perfectly capable of getting his own glass of water.

"Oh yes, you have mentioned that. Several times in fact." Ziva moved to sit behind Tony so she could massage his shoulders. Rubbing his neck, a wicked thought ran threw her mind. She would show him. Getting up, she moved away from the bed.

"Where are you going?" Tony looked dejected.

"Oh, I need to take a shower. Do you mind?" Ziva began removing her top as Tony couldn't help but stare.

Ever so slowly, she took it off, stretching like a cat before undoing the button on the top of her pants. Sliding them seductively down her legs, she kicked them off sending them across the room. Dressed only in her underwear, she turned to watch Tony as she pretended to fumble undoing her bra clasp.

He swallowed, suddenly finding it very hard to breathe. Mesmerized, he continued to watch Ziva's striptease.

Finally ridding herself of her bra, Ziva threw it at him where it landed on his head. Like a dear in headlights he reached for it as she wiggled out of her panties.

"Aren't you going to throw me those too?" he asked as the fog cleared and his heightened senses took over.

She did, and he reached up, catching them mid-air. Inhaling her scent he closed his eyes. Ziva crawled up onto the bed and moved over him on all fours. Her hair hung over her shoulders and tickled his chest. He slid down so he was lying flat on his back, taking in Ziva's absolutely perfect form hovering above him. If he had died then this was surely heaven. Her nipples were tantalizingly close to his mouth and he moved to take one of the taut nubs into his mouth. His arms brought her down closer to him so he could taste more of her. Groaning, Ziva felt the tingle run up and down her spine again. What was it about this man that did that to her so easily?

Tony quickly flipped them over so he could trail wet, hot, open mouthed kissed down her body as his fingers found her silky soft moist folds. Ziva had wanted to continue to tease him, but he had somehow managed to take control. Oh but the sensations his masterful mouth were creating – how could she stop now? Before he could plunge his tongue deep into her core, she sat up and moved from beneath him.

"Wait – there's something I want to show you…" She managed to speak as her passion flushed cheeks reddened further. She went over to her bag and came back with 2 silk scarves. "Lie back down," she purred, crawling over him once again.

"Whatever you say." Tony wasn't about to argue with a naked woman in the process of tying him to a bed.

First she did his right wrist, then his left. "There," she said. "Now that's better." Licking down his chest she swirled her tongue around his belly button before removing his boxers. With a sultry grin, she got up off the bed and walked seductively towards the bathroom.

"Wait! Where are you going?" Tony couldn't believe it.

"To take that shower, remember?"

"NOW?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, perhaps I can be persuaded to wait, that is if you promise me something." Ziva had him right where she wanted him.

"Anything, just don't leave me like this – I'm going to burst and there's nothing I can do about it all tied up…"

"Okay. No more glasses of water, no more back rubs and no more getting me to feed you wheaties like a 2-year old, got it?"

"Got it, I won't do that anymore, promise." Tony could see the mischievous glint in her eye and he pushed his luck. "But I really could do with a back rub right about now…"

"Is that all?" Ziva mocked innocence as she sauntered back over to the bed. Climbing back up over Tony, she smiled as she slid down his body to take him fully into her mouth. She loved to taste and suck on him, of course he didn't seem to mind in the least, either.

Tony writhed beneath her as he ached to touch her himself. With his arms tied, he was at her mercy. It was such a pleasurable pain he didn't know how long he would last. Ziva feasted on him, occasionally catching him looking down at her. She was so ready for him to be inside of her that she grinded herself against his leg as she let him slip from her mouth, licking at the tip while he groaned and bucked beneath her. Crawling up his body she moved to take him into her hand, teasing him further by touching herself with him.

"Oh, Ziva – I'm so close, please…" Tony was almost begging. Ziva didn't need any more encouragement. She slid down onto him painfully slowly, causing them both to moan in unison. "You're so wet…" he mumbled from deep in his throat. God, he wanted to touch her breasts! As she rode him they bounced, their hardened peaks begging for his mouth. The best he could do was watch as she took total control and wildly pushed herself against him. It was the most erotic thing he had seen, the simple sight of a naked, aroused Ziva David using his body for her own pleasure.

She didn't hold back, she rode hard as he bucked, their sweat soaked bodies sliding against each other, the sensual smell of male and female arousal filling their nostrils.

Leaning down momentarily, Ziva's heated mouth descended upon Tony's. He feverishly thrust his tongue into her hot mouth and tasted as much of her as he could. Ziva squirmed on him, causing him to gasp into the kiss. One more squirm like that and it would all be over… Sensing this Ziva continued to push down and grind hard against him. She was close too, and it was time to let go…

Almost simultaneously they groaned, Ziva pretty much screaming as the blissfully throbbing pulsations rocked her body. Tony was close to passing out, he had come so hard and was so incredibly sensitive any further movement from Ziva was a pleasure bordering on torture. Continuing to grind against him, Ziva let out a second banshee scream as she came again, her muscles clamping Tony so tightly he screamed out as well.

"Ziva – don't move unless you really want to kill me this time." Tony breathed, his eyes closed.

Smiling, Ziva opened her eyes to look down at him. He may have been insatiable back at the cabin, but he hadn't seen anything yet. The night was still young, and Ziva had more plans for one Anthony DiNozzo.

She had to test her theory. After all, he wasn't sick anymore, was he?

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