Chapter Fifteen
The scene was the same as those before. Dead marine hanging, a life wasted. The killer was still keeping things tidy, no evidence. This time, there was no trap, no one waiting to shot at them. That made Tony wonder exactly what he was planning. It wasn't like him to not leave some sort of surprise.
He was taking photos of the scene, getting all the details while others bagged evidence. His eyes couldn't help but drift to her every now and then.
He stayed focused, but a cheeky once over never hurt anyone. He enjoyed watching her in her element. The way she marched around, directing the IDF soldiers. If you really watched her you noticed just how much attention to detail she took. The way she assessed every little part of a scene, every little movement someone took.
She was particular, efficient and he knows that is what made her good at her job. He got back to snapping some photos when his eyes caught a glimpse of something. The dead marine's hand was clutched extra tight, like he was gripping onto something desperately. He snapped a photo.
"Sarah, you see this?" he said getting closer. Sarah was currently bagging evidence around the body. She stepped over to where he was, looking to where he pointed at the closed hand.
"He clearly was clenching that hand hard as he died" she bent down to touch the hand, Tony taking photos as she did.
"I wonder if it's significant" Tony stated as Sarah attempted to pry the hand open. Rigor mortis had long set in so it proved difficult. A small crack of bone and the fingers were open. Tony always hated that sound, it made him uncomfortable every single time.
When his eyes saw a few tiny rocks in the man's hand, he thought that it may just be significant after all. He snapped another photo.
"What do you think these are?" Sarah asked him, looking at the little bits of gravel.
"I have no idea, but by the way he was holding onto them, I wouldn't put it passed them being important in some way" he replied.
Sarah collected the little pieces up and bagged them. Labelled this bag extra important for forensics. Who knows what they might tell, but Tony would bet they fit in the story somewhere. They needed some credible leads. Every new death this killer displayed for them, made Tony's skin crawl. He wanted this bastard stopped.
Later when he was in their office, his mind did get distracted a little. It was the next day by this point and the more tired he became, the more his mind slipped from the task at hand to the distracting thought of Ziva.
Especially when she bent over the desk to reach something, he swore her ass was just pointing at him and giving him naughty ideas.
He found himself really needing some caffeine right now, he needed to wake up before his distractions called for another cold shower. He walked over to the coffee machine to the side of the room, starting to make himself a brew.
He felt her coming long before she reached his side, he could always just feel her presence now. His body could smell hers from a mile away, it was that fond of her. She pressed closer to him than he would have expected. His eyes shot to the room briefly, Azriel was deep into his computer screen and Derek and Sarah were still doing something with some evidence. Not that Tony cared about what they thought about his proximity to her at this hour of the morning, desperate for sleep.
"Are you going to make me one?" she asked, her eyes giving him a look that held a sparkle of lust. So even little Miss Professional hadn't forgot about him during the evening. Interesting. He found himself leaning into her, she was almost pressed into his side.
"That depends, what do I get in return?" he asked, sending her a wink as she placed her coffee cup on the table. He placed his hand on the cup then, touching his fingers to hers. They both knew they held their hands there far longer than necessary. But the touch was like a forbidden fruit and they both craved it.
"What would you like?" she asked, her voice holding that tone that she normally reserved for the bedroom. Or the secret hanger behind the bar. Tony's eyes held hers, his finger stroking hers softly.
"You, right back where I had you before I was interrupted" he whispered. He hoped everyone in the room weren't paying attention to how hard they were eye fucking each other right now. She gave him the elevator eyes then, smirking at him.
"I do not see how that is a reward for you, but I will agree to these terms" she returned.
"Oh, you have no idea Miss David" he rolled her last name off his tongue. That, got him another gaze head to toe. He swore to god he heard her purr at him before she smiled and turned, walking back to her desk. He didn't miss the way she put a little extra effort into the swing of her hips.
As hard as this night had been already to keep himself together, it just got so much harder. He got harder. Fuck. He was going to have to take his time making the coffee, so he could calm himself down.
This woman drove him wild.
The rocks they had found, turned out to have some significance. The forensics guy downstairs had tracked down where that specific rock had come from. Tel Aviv. Israel. Pinpointed to a specific neighbourhood where that stone was common. So now they had a particular area in which their killer had been.
He wonders if this marine had realised his fate and tried to leave a clue.
Tomorrow they planned on doing some surveillance in this part of the city, seeing if anything stood out. Azriel had also began looking at whether or not any buildings in that area had been accessing that gaming site Tony had come across. So far, no luck. But Azriel would continue to look.
Tony had been and gone to dinner and he walked back to the office to gather up a few things before he headed home for the night, he was exhausted. Walking into the office he saw Ziva was still there, everyone else had disappeared. She was sitting at a desk on a computer, typing away.
He walked up behind her, placing his hands on the desk either side of her. His lips grazing her neck. He was highly aware of the way her fingers stumbled on the keyboard when he did this.
"Are you going to be here all night, or can I interest you in something far more relaxing?" he whispered. He saw the way her pulse on her neck jumped at his words. She stopped her typing and turned her head towards him, her lips so close to his they almost touched.
She purred at him then. Jesus, she was such a sex kitten when it came to them it drove him crazy.
"I was not planning on being here much longer, I have things to finish, yes?" her eyes darking as she stared at his lips. His temperature rose at that. He swore he'd been half hard most of the day. He didn't know how long he was going to be able to last after this excruciatingly long day. And if she felt anything like he did, he'd make her melt in seconds.
"That you do" he returned, pressing his chest against her back. All he wanted to do right now was touch his lips to hers, but if he started that here, there would be no stopping.
His heart almost broke out of his chest when he heard the office door open, because he was all up in Ziva's space right now. The sexual tension obvious. He relaxed slightly when his eyes met Ezra.
The man had stopped mid-step, staring at the two of them. Clearly interrupting whatever had just been happening. Then a chuckle slipped from his lips and he continued into the room.
"You two really need to go somewhere private and sort out this sexual tension you've been carrying all damn day" he accused them, laughing.
Tony laughed, standing and backing up from Ziva. He scratched his head awkwardly. They'd been caught out, and yes, their tension had been obvious. Clearly.
Tony knows he's talked to Ezra about things and even briefly mentioned in to Derek, but with Ziva also in the room the conversation of them suddenly felt all sorts of strange. He cleared his throat, busing himself with gathering the things he had initially came to the office for.
"Shut up Ezra" Ziva rolled her eyes at her friend, laughing also. When Tony's eyes caught hers, she seemed somewhat amused at the way he had become all awkward.
Once Tony gathered his things, he made an escape from the office. He was so turned on right now and if he's not careful, he'll say all sorts of stuff that Ezra will raise his eyes at. That paired with his exhaustion, was dangerous. That's when playful I-will-definitely-get-in-trouble Tony came out to play. Even though Ezra knew about them, he wasn't willing to risk his stupid horny mouth with the man right now.
He walked his way back to his room, letting the cool evening air flow through him. He didn't know what it was about her that made him go crazy like this for her. Yes, everything about her sex was absolutely amazing. But it was oh so much more than that. He's worried that he's already too deep, but he cannot stop himself. He wants her, as much as he can.
She's an addiction, and he's finally admitting he's an addict for her. He's not ready to let go of this addiction, he won't until his hand is forced. Until he's on that plane home and the rest is out of his control. He knows he's going to suffer hard, crushing consequences for this. But he's willing to take that. To know he spent all the time he could with her, shared everything he could, would be more worth it then not even giving into that need.
He got to his place and had a hot shower, letting the water almost burn his skin. It didn't help with the heavy tension his balls held and he thought about touching himself, but he didn't dare. He wanted her to see how much she built a need in him. It would make the experience all the more worth it if it was her touch and not his own.
He was fixing himself a drink, towel around his waist and body still damp when his door clicked open and closed with the click of the lock sliding across.
When he turned to look at her, make some kind of cheeky comment, she was already across the room and her lips were crashing into his. Her hands were already going for her own pants. Oh yeah, she'd been craving him just as desperately as he had. He knew this wasn't going to last long. This wasn't going to continue in the same fashion as last night. No, this was going to be very hard and fast.
The thought of that had his heart pounding and his cock hard in seconds.
Her lips were needy on his, sloppy. His hands were on her ass as soon as her pants dropped to the floor. She all but moaned into his mouth when he pressed his desire into her then. The only time she moved away from him was so she could remove the rest of her clothes. Her naked body was on his suddenly and he felt like he'd never seen a woman undress that quick before.
Then again, Ziva wasn't just any woman.
He turned them around then, pressing her hard into the kitchen bench. He couldn't help but rub his hips against her, showing her just how ready he was for her already. Her hands were at his back, digging into the skin hard. She was aching for him.
He could scent her heavy need in the air and he groaned into her mouth. She was so fucking glorious. His hand stroked down her side, over her hip. She was shivering at his touch. She was going to crumble just as hard as he was at the need inside.
He drew his hand around to the inside of her leg, her skin so soft there. He drew her leg up then, opening her for him. Her lips gasped against his as he didn't waste any time and pressed the length of him into her. He held there for a moment, letting her adjust to him. Her eyes opened and held his gaze. Her eyes were dark, that all knowing lust heavy in them.
She just stared at him, her eyes telling him all sorts of things that were dangerous. Because that wasn't just lust that was showing there, there was something far more secret. Far more emotional. It scared him, but at the same time he wanted that look, wanted all those emotions from her. Because he knew he held them too. He wondered then what she could see in his own gaze right now.
His hips bucked against her then, testing her readiness for him. Her reaction was exactly what he craved, her head leant back and he watched the way her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Yeah, she was ready for him.
He brought his arm around her back, holding onto her for support as she lifted her hips around him and leant back onto the bench behind her, the move drawing him deeper. He brought his rhythm to a steady pace, giving her all that tension he'd held onto all day.
The more she moaned, the quicker he got. She didn't stop moaning and he was giving it to her so hard her head started bumping into the wall behind her. She didn't seem to give a damn fuck about that right this second, she was so lost in him.
He pulled her closer to him and leant down, putting his hand between her head and the wall to stop her bumping against it. This put his body right over hers and her eyes were meeting his. He swore he saw her pupils get bigger at that and at her squirming he figured the angle was hitting her exactly where she wanted.
She gripped around him then, hard, and he knew she was about to give it to him. His hips lost any kind of pattern at that and he was just thrusting into her furiously. She was holding his gaze right now and that made his heart tight and gave him a new sensation. There was something different when she held his eyes while she was this close. He was messy, losing his sanity.
Her eyes didn't leave his as she came for him, hard. Her pleasure was all over him and his breath was stolen at the feeling, the moment shared. He came just as hard as her, riding the wave for all he could. And he didn't take his eyes from hers.
There had been something different in that, he'd never looked at anyone like that before, never in a moment such as that. It was such a deep personal experience. It was not lightly shared. Then she kissed him, her lips soft. Nothing like the messy sex that they had just shared. He kissed her back, breathless.
She hadn't said a word to him since the sex in the kitchen and for some reason the silence wasn't killing him, it was peaceful. He'd never found silence peaceful; he was a talker after all. But there was something about this that he liked.
They'd showered together and he'd washed her body. Lathered the soap all over her skin, not missing an inch of her. He wanted to touch every little part of her. He'd left her in there by herself for a bit while he made them a hot tea.
Now, he sat with his back against the wall at the end of his bed and she was nestled between his legs, her back against his chest. Her naked skin was warm against his own. One hand held his tea, the other was wrapped lazily around her stomach.
This, this was very peaceful. Everything about her brought such a tranquil feeling deep within him.
This definitely wasn't just sex anymore, and that feeling was from both sides. She'd let him in and he'd all but climbed inside and tried to make himself a nest there. But talking about it, that was another story.
If they talked about it, it would be real. People would get hurt. Because, like he kept reminding himself he would be leaving one day. He knows this will hurt him, leaving her. However, he wasn't just worried about hurting himself. Ziva had had enough hurt in her life.
Maybe it was inevitable that they were going to be hurt, but as he held her just now, it felt like the burn from the flames at the end would be worth it.