This is a TIVA story. There will be mature themes and mature language. The timeline of this is set from episode 3x08 on. Some of the dialogue will be from the episode and is not my own. Enjoy!
Ziva awoke at 0400 and sighed. It had been a long night. Tony had stayed for dinner and drinks last night and they had stayed up talking for hours. So when her alarm went off, she regretted staying up so late.
She walked into the kitchen to go get a hot cup of tea when she saw Tony laying with his mouth open on the couch. She smiled. She had forgotten that they had too much to drink and that Tony had asked to sleep on her couch. She brewed some coffee for him and made herself some tea.
It was funny, no matter how many times he came over, he still brought her something; baked goods, wine, flowers, etc. All she had for him was conversation and she hoped that was enough. She sipped on her tea and brought it into the bedroom.
She placed the cup on the side table and changed from her pajamas into her gym clothes, a sports bra and leggings, and threw her hair up into a ponytail. She tied her tennis shoes and grabbed her tea, finishing it off. She put the cup in the sink and grabbed her bag from where it hung on the hook by the front door.
She thought about it for a minute and decided to leave a note for Tony, in case he woke up before she got back and wondered where she went. Tony, I am going to the gym. I will be back in an hour and a half. She scribbled this on the notepad that sat in the kitchen and then grabbed her keys off the counter and left.
She drove in her usual style, dangerous and fast, until she got to the gym that was ten minutes away from her apartment.
She nodded at the lady sitting at the front desk and walked past her until she got to the treadmill. That was how she liked to start her workouts, running as fast as she could.
She stayed on the treadmill for a good half an hour and then went from machine to machine. When it was time to leave, she checked her phone to make sure she hadn't been called in and then she left.
It was another ten minute drive from the gym to her apartment and when she got back to the apartment, it was 0615. She walked in the front door to find Tony still asleep. She smiled to herself and walked into the bedroom, peeling off her workout clothes.
She started the shower, turning the water almost all the way hot, and stepped in. She showered for five minutes and then she got out, wearing nothing but a towel. It was 0625 when she came out of her bedroom and into the living room, where the still sleeping Tony was. She decided to wake him up.
"Tony, it's 0625 and we have to be at work by 0700."
Tony groaned and placed the pillow he was laying on over his head, trying to block out the sound of her talking.
She grabbed the pillow and threw it at his feet. "Tony, wake up." She shook him.
He finally stirred, holding his head. "Why did you let me drink so much last night?" He asked, covering his eyes with his hand.
She just shook her head and brought him some coffee. "Thanks." He said, taking a sip.
"If Gibbs sees me like this, I'm dead." He said. She laughed. "Yes, you will be."
"I don't have any other clothes. I'm going to have to go to work wearing yesterday's clothes. I'm a dead man."
"You'd better hurry. We have to leave soon."
"You go on ahead. We can't get there at the same time anyway. That would look weird."
"Ok, Tony. Whatever you say."
She grabbed her keys and left a scrambling Tony to try and fix his appearance.
She got to the office at 0650 and she wasn't sure that Tony would get there on time. McGee was already at his desk, typing furiously. Gibbs came in a few minutes later without a word, sipping his coffee. "Where's DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked the room.
"Here Boss!" He yelled, running out of the elevator. His clothes were rumpled and his hair was kind of disheveled. "DiNozzo, you're late." Gibbs said, staring at his agent.
"Yeah, sorry boss, won't happen again." DiNozzo said, looking down.
"Director wants you and Ziva up in her office." Gibbs said, giving Tony a glance and then sipping more of his coffee.
Ziva and Tony looked at each other worriedly. They were thinking the same thing. This wasn't the first time that he had crashed on her couch and it wasn't the first time that he had gone over to her house at a late hour. They took the steps upstairs slowly.
"What do you think that this is about?" Ziva asked Tony.
"I don't know, we haven't really done anything against the rules." He said, looking over at Gibbs, who was watching them curiously.
"But it doesn't appear that way." She said, speeding up her walk. They arrived at the door and took a deep breath, knocking on the door of Jenny's office. "Come in." They heard.
They walked in and sat down at her desk. She eyed them for a moment and then spoke. "You two are going undercover."
Twenty minutes later they left the director's office much more relaxed than when they had entered. They were going undercover. Tony loved undercover operations and Ziva was very good at playing a part when she needed to be.
They were set up with outfits for the operation. Ziva wore a green dress with green heels and Tony wore a nice suit. When they came out into the bullpen, they were the only two there.
"You look amazing, Ziva." Tony said appreciatively. "Thank you. You do not look bad yourself. You seem to have gotten over your hangover."
"What hangover?" Gibbs asked, coming around the corner.
"No hangover, Boss. You know I would never get drunk on a school night."
Gibbs rolled his eyes and sat down. "Ok, you've been briefed. Tony, you're Jean Paul. Ziva, you're Sophie. Married assassins. You need to make this convincing, we don't know anything other than the fact that you were hired to take down a target. We assume that they will be watching you, and we also assume that they have no idea what you both look like. Any questions?"
They both shook their heads no and rounded up their stuff. "Go to the hotel, you were supposed to be checked in by now." Gibbs gave them one last nod and sent them on their way.
The car ride there was pleasant. Ziva was humming along to the radio and Tony was looking out the window as he drove. "Tony, why do you think they picked us?"
"Because you can definitely pass as an assassin and I am the senior field agent. I don't think the problem could handle this one." Tony joked. Ziva nodded and she turned to Tony.
"We have to be convincing."
"Is that an echo? Because I've already heard those words from Gibbs."
She rolled her eyes at him. "You really do look amazing in that dress." Tony said, repeating his earlier sentiments.
"Thank you." She said, smiling to herself. In all the time that they had spent together, at work and at her apartment, he had never complimented her appearance. It made her feel vulnerable.
They got to the hotel and checked in at the front desk. When they got to the room, Tony paid the concierge and mumbled about getting reimbursed by the team. Ziva was outside surveilling. Tony looked around the room and turned to Ziva.
"So what do you think?"
She came inside and looked at him. "Not bad, I suppose."
He chuckled. "Not bad she says as she walks in from the outdoor patio, past the fax machine and the mini bar, complementary basket of fruit." Ziva ate a grape from the basket, eyeing Tony as she did so.
"This is the perfect way to spend a weekend." Tony said. Walking over to the cabinet which held the television.
"Come on, big screen tv." Ziva began to walk towards him. "Oooh two hundred channels. Look at this, HBO, ESPN." She closed the cabinet. "History channel." She stepped between him and the cabinet.
She grabbed his hand and led him towards the bed. "I take it you're not interested in the premium channels?" He asked as she continued to eye him. She took a deep breath and decided to go all in.
"There's only one thing I'm interested in right now." She said seductively and leaned in. There were nights when they were talking in her apartment or watching a movie that she had imagined what it would be like to do this, to kiss him. Sometimes, she even thought she wanted to. But tonight was different, they had to be professional. That was what she was thinking when she had leaned in. But nothing prepared her for what happened next.
He smirked and they locked eyes. They could feel heat between them and it was almost too much to stand. They hadn't set up coms yet and they hadn't set up cameras in the room either. It was just them. Ziva closed the gap between them and they locked lips. As soon as their lips touched it was like a firework had gone off. Sparks of chemistry rode off of them and they both deepened the kiss. He grabbed the side of her head and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She reached down and undid the tie to her dress, letting it fall to the floor.
She reached up and slipped off his jacket, locking tongues with him and moaning. She undid the buttons of his shirt while he kissed down her neck. She had been thinking that they needed to be professional, but that was before his hands were on her. Now, she couldn't give a damn about being professional. All she wanted was him. She moaned again as he sucked on her neck and behind her ear. She tore the shirt off of him and stopped kissing him. He looked at her questioningly.
She smirked at him and leaned down to take off her heels, which were killing her. He almost laughed and reached down to take off his pants and shoes. They were left standing there, only in their underwear, and they looked each other in the eyes. It was Tony who dove back in, grabbing her face and kissing her passionately, smiling into her mouth as he did so. They fell back on the bed and she broke apart from him. He groaned at the loss of contact. "Where are you going?" She looked at him and was about to tell him that they needed to slow it down. She swore that was what she was going to do. But that was before she saw his eyes, full of lust and dark as the night.
She grabbed his face and stuck her tongue down his throat, biting his bottom lip. He groaned and she grabbed his arms, pinning them back. She had always been the dominant one in bed. He chuckled and she sat on top of him, straddling him. She felt him twitching underneath her and she grinned against him. He let out a hiss and started to say her name, but she kissed him to stop him from saying it. They were being watched, she told herself, somewhere in the back of her mind.
He reached up and cupped her breast. She closed her eyes as he massaged her over the cup and he reached around to undo her bra. He looked at her, more of a question than anything. He was asking if it was ok. "Yes." She whispered. He smirked and undid the clip of the back of the lace bra. It fell over her shoulders and he helped it fall all the way down. This was going too far and she needed to stop it, but she couldn't. Her emotions were too heightened and she realized that she wanted this. She ground against him again. "Fuck." He whispered. She smirked and got up off the bed, sliding her underwear down her legs. She stood before him completely naked and she didn't feel embarrassed. She looked in his eyes, at the complete awe in them and it was like she melted.
"I'm a little overdressed, I think." Tony said, pulling at his own underwear. Ziva watched it fall and he stood before her completely naked. She wasn't surprised at the length, she had heard girls in the mailroom talk about him. She moved on top of him again, kissing down his chest. He moaned and stopped her.
"I need to be inside you, I've wanted to be inside you for months." He whispered in her ear. She moaned and grabbed him, pushing herself on to him. He slid in easily and she sank down onto him. "Fuck." She hissed and started to move. She leaned down to kiss him.
"This is probably a bad idea." She whispered into his ear.
"Probably, but I don't want to stop." He said, matching her movements. She bit his ear and he stopped. "Shit, a condom." He whispered into her ear again, looking panicked.
"Relax, I have an IUD." He visibly relaxed and his movements picked up again. She moaned again and he smiled. "What?" She asked him, smiling back.
"I've wanted to do this for months." She ground down against him and he bucked up into her. "Me too." She said simply.
They finished about twenty minutes later and she rolled off of him. She lay next to him as he held her and stroked her arm. Somewhere in the middle of it all, they had been smart enough to turn on some music.
"That was…" Tony said, smiling blissfully.
"Yes." She agreed. "But what about Gibbs?"
"Oh, he can never find out, or we're both dead."
"That's what I thought." She said, snuggling in closer to him. He played with her hair and kissed her forehead.
There was a knock at the door and Ziva looked at Tony worriedly. She quickly scrambled to pick up the robe that was laying by the bathroom and she tossed Tony one too.
"Who is it?" She asked.
"Room Service." McGee's voice bled through the door. She tensed and looked at Tony. He nodded and she opened the door. McGee came in with a tray and rolled it into the center of the room. Ziva turned on some music and grabbed the box McGee handed her. It was an earwig. She put it in and Tony did the same. "You can put it over there." She said, talking about the flowers that held the camera where Gibbs and Jenny would be watching.
"Very good, Ma'am." McGee said, placing the flowers on the table. Tony and Ziva stood in front of the camera. Ziva took a deep breath and waited for Gibbs to say something. She knew her hair and his was messed up and they were still in their robes. They shouldn't had done anything, yet Ziva thought, it just might have been worth it.
What did you guys think? Part 2 will be up soon. I don't really have a schedule for updating this. I'll just update whenever I have time. Thanks for reading!