The alarm beeped as Ziva groaned, burying her head deeper into Tony's chest as she murmured against his skin, "Tony! Turn off the alarm!" His skin vibrated against her words, and he shivered, pulling her closer to him as he groaned, leaning his head back.
"Ugh…do we really have to go running today?"
"Yes. If you want me not to kill my father and Michael when we get into work." She murmured back, yet neither one of them opened up their eyes. Ziva felt her eyes droop, she was so comfortable in her spot next to Tony, that she suddenly flew open her eyes and sat up quickly.
"No! Okay, no! We are going running, come on, get up! We can not do this." She said, staring down at her sleeping partner. She briefly wondered when it was that Tony decided to remove his shirt. She remembered it being rather cold outside when they had left the restaurant.
"Zeevahhh!" He groaned, turning in the sheets, bringing the pillow up against his ears, "No! Go away! Five more minutes!" He wined.
She grinned as she realized that his armpits were in her view. She quickly started to tickle him there, causing him to bite his bottom lip and move uncomfortably in the bed before he grabbed her wrists and flipped her over so that he was on top of her. Instinctively, she struggled for control, but then stopped as she realized that she was almost off of the bed, and Tony DiNozzo's half-naked body was on top of her. They both got caught up in the moment and stared at each other before realizing that they shouldn't be doing this, as they both jumped off of the other at the same time, quickly running around and throwing off their clothes, changing into their running ones.
"Ready?" She asked as she pulled back her hair into a ponytail and started for the bedroom door, "Be quiet, DiNoisey," She grinned, liking her 'on the spot' nickname for him, "Michael is probably sleeping. And we don't want him to catch us sneaking out, do we?"
Tony shook his head, "Roger, Houston! Systems are go!" He said, and she rolled her eyes, "Aw, come on, Ziva. Apollo 13? Tom Hanks? Come on, tell me you've seen that movie."
"Shut up." She muttered, "Now let's go." She said, opening up the door quietly and walking out into the hallway.
"Ziva." Tony whispered as they walked down the hallway. She stopped and groaned, throwing up her hands in frustration.
"What?!" She hissed at him.
"I need to pee."
"Well you should have thought of that earlier, shouldn't you?" She hissed back, "We have to stop by your apartment anyways, we'll run there."
"But my apartment's three blocks away!" Tony wined.
"Hold it, Tony." She hissed back, "You will wake up Michael." She said as the light in the living room suddenly turned on, revealing a fully dressed Michael Rivkin sitting in the couch.
"Too late." He grinned.
Tony made a 'pssh' sound, "Houston, we have a problem."
"Sneaking out? To do what? Have sex at Tony's apartment?" Michael asked, "Wait till Director David and Agent Gibbs hear about this little affair. Breaking Gibbs rules?" He asked, "He wouldn't be too happy with that, would he?"
"You listened to our conversation last night!" Ziva accused, in disbelief.
"Yes. And I can not wait to tell Agent Gibbs and your Dad about your little 'forbidden relationship' with Agent DiNozzo. Even makes it a better reason to send you back home to Israel, like your father planned. Ruin your relationship with NCIS in order to make you want to come back to Israel. But now that Gibbs disapproves…" He grinned, "We do not need a reason."
Ziva looked at Tony, and he nodded before they both made a run to the door, throwing the lock open as they ran out, Michael chasing after them, "Zoinks, Shaggy, Ri Rink Rhey Rot Rus!"
"What?" Ziva asked, confused as they jumped into Ziva's mini. Thank goodness Ziva had kept the keys on the slot next to the door, she had managed to snatch them on the way out.
"Lock the door, lock the door!" Tony said as she quickly locked it and then took off, like a maniac on a mission. Tony sighed and leant back against the headrest, "What are we gonna do now?" He asked, looking at Ziva, who narrowly missed a car, "Michael's after us. Daddy dearest's after us. What are we supposed to do?"
"I do not know. Call McGee. Ask him to delay Gibbs."
"Delay Gibbs from what?"
"Getting to work."
Tony felt around for his phone before pausing, "I left it in your apartment." He said, freaking out a little, "Do you have yours?" She felt around too, and then froze, her eyes wide as she turned to look at her partner.
"I do not keep it on me…these are my running pants…"
"Wait. That's perfect!" Tony grinned, and Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion.
"What? What is perfect about this situation? My father hates you, he wants me to come back to Israel, that is the only place that I can be away from you."
"Hey…I've got an idea. An idea to keep you in the states."
"What?" She asked, "What? I need to know. I do not want to go back to Israel."
"Let's take a road trip. Well...plane trip. Cross-country trip." He grinned.
"What? Where?" She asked, confused by his motives.
"You got a credit card?" He asked, and she nodded.
"I do not keep a wallet on me…they are all stored in the wallet I keep in my car." She said, opening up the compartment between them and pulling out the simple brown fold. She pulled out the silver American Express card and handed it to him, "What about it?"
"We don't have our cells. So Gibbs and your Dad can't track us."
"What are you proposing?" She asked, realizing that it would in fact be rather difficult to track them. It was only then that she realized that she had gotten onto the interstate.
"Get off in two exits."
She read the street signs, "Dulles?" She asked, and he nodded, "What? Where are we going, Tony? Back to Israel? That would not make any sense!"
Tony shook his head. He knew how to get her out of this. How to keep her with him forever, how to have a good enough reason to keep her in the States. A good enough reason not to let her get taken away from him. He held his hand out, and she stared at it. She carefully pulled a hand off of the steering wheel and placed it in his.
"What?" She asked as she got off of at the Dulles exit ramp.
He took in a deep breath and figured that the more informal he made it, the easier it would be for him, "Wanna get married?"