Hi, everyone! First of all, THANK YOU to everyone who followed, favourited and reviewed. I appreciate it dearly. Secondly, sorry for the delay in updating over the weekend – I have medical issues with my hands that make it very difficult to type sometimes. I do not yet know exactly where this story is headed; only that it will include Tony and Ziva's undercover mission in S03E08 and that they will eventually end up together. Any suggestions are more than welcome. I hope you enjoy chapter 4. I will try my best to update again soon!
To say Tony was conflicted, was a severe understatement.
He knew he had to remain professional towards Ziva, but doing that while knowing she was his soulmate? Easier said than done.
The only thing keeping him from jumping her every two seconds was the thought that she was protecting Kate's killer. And he wasn't sure that he could live with that. Especially after she already knew almost everything about him.
He found it so incredibly sexy the way so nonchalantly counted off facts about his life. He tried his very best to sound annoyed around her, with her, and he was fairly certain he succeeded, even when Gibbs pulled him into the elevator and told him to trail her.
"I want you on Ziva's ass."
Oh, he could remember that moment so clearly. That moment where he involuntarily felt his pants tighten at the thought of being on her ass. Unbidden, an image of her appeared in his mind's eye.
Naked. In that very elevator. Pressed up between the wall and his own naked body.
Damn it. He had to get his head on straight.
He only hoped that the boss man didn't notice.
When Gibbs walked out of the elevator and into the lab, he pushed the button for the doors to shut, waited a few seconds, and then pulled the emergency switch.
What the hell was he thinking? Having a sexual fantasy of the woman who was stopping them from catching Kate's killer while he was in an elevator with Gibbs?
He had to stop. He needed to stop.
But she was his soulmate.
He slumped down until he was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall and his legs stretched out in front of him. The same bloody wall he imagined them up against.
Oh, what did he do to deserve the universe pulling this cruel joke on him?
And worst of all, he was now sure that his last words to her had shattered any hope of a future they might have had together. He had seen the pain in her eyes. Clearly there was something more to her and Ari than she just being his control officer. Could he be?
No. Oh dear God no!
They couldn't be together, could they?
He felt pain rip through his body, mixed with anger and confusion.
They cannot be together.
How could his soulmate, that gorgeous angel, be with someone like Ari? Ari, who took people's lives away from them and liked it.
No, no, no.
He suddenly jumped up and hit the wall of the elevator.
"NO!" he shouted, knowing that at whatever floor the elevator was stopped, someone was sure to hear him, yet not caring about that fact either.
"No!" he shouted again. "It cannot be!"
He punched the wall again for good measure. He had to get the anger out of himself somehow.
He has only known her for a day and he has already begun feeling something for her. It cannot be ruined by that bastard. He will hunt him down and kill him personally. He had wanted to do that anyway, for Kate, but now he wanted to do it for Ziva too.
In his daze, he hadn't noticed that he accidentally flipped the emergency switch and that the elevator had begun moving again.
Hearing a ding and then the doors opening behind him, he swung around, only to come face to face with the woman who has been plaguing his thoughts ever since he met her. Was that really only yesterday?
"Agent DiNozzo, is something the matter?" she asked with that sweet voice and incredibly attractive accent.
He stood stock still, not knowing what to say. He desperately wanted to kiss her, even more so than yesterday. He only wanted to drag her into the elevator he was still standing in and make that fantasy of his come true. Yet he felt himself rooted to the spot, unable to move except looking at every perfect line of her face.
"Officer David, I…" he trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper, not knowing how to answer without giving himself away.
He finally broke out of his trance and squeezed past her through the silver doors, shivering when their arms brushed against each other and stalking away into the squad room and to his desk, leaving a very confused Israeli behind him, admiring his backside as he walked away.