A/N: Hey guys! OMG thank you so much for the reviews! Yall are amazing! There is a little less TIVA and a lot more Gibbs and McGee scenes, and Ana and Malachi scenes in this chapter. Oh and I am fulfilling a promise to someone in this chapter. They know who they are :P. Oha and anything you see in parenthesis is meant to be (in Hebrew). Oh and I know yall probably want to kill me for making you wait so long on this, and I can't apologize enough for taking so long. However this chapter is 5,508 words so, forgive me :)/:(?

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He laid there on top of her, unable to take a deep breath, head tucked under her chin, ear to her chest, waiting for her to speak.

-*-

"What do you think you are doing?!" Malachi yelled as he practically ripped Ana away from the sniper rifle. She was standing with her eye to the scope, her finger on the trigger. She tumbled backward on her heels; her face full of anger. "Did you not hear the Director's orders? He said stand down." The last two words were said through clenched teeth as Malachi tried to control his anger.

"I was just practicing." Ana said bitterly, standing up straight and crossing her arms, clearly showing she was going to stand her ground.

"Like you need it." Malachi scoffed, turning to go back into the other room.

"Maybe I do." Ana quipped. At that Malachi whirled around and got in her face.

"We both know you do not. What would have happened if they would have seen you?" His voice was just barely above a whisper.

"They didn't." Ana answered, getting closer to his face. Their eyes locked, both showing the fury raging inside them, before Ana walked away and slammed the door shut. Malachi closed his eyes and leaned his head back while his hand glazed over his face. He knew this day was going to be trying.

-*-

"Ziva?" Tony questioned, lifting his head off her chest. He saw her lying there, eyes closed, taking deep breaths. She swallowed hard before answering.

"Why did you tackle me Tony?"

"I- You- There was-" Getting off of her, he shook his head attempting to get his thoughts clear. "There was a target on your forehead." Ziva's eyes shot open and she sat up.

"What?"

"I saw a target, right here." He traced over her forehead with his thumb before letting his palm rest on her cheek. Ziva closed her eyes again, leaning into his touch.

"Are you sure?" She whispered.

"What?!" Tony yelled as he got to his feet, anger shooting into his veins. "You think I'm lying?"

"Perhaps you did not see what you thought you did." Ziva answered calmly, standing to face him.

"I know what I saw Ziva, and I saw a little red dot, right there." This time he not so tenderly poked her forehead and turned to walk away. She grabbed his arm though, preventing him from leaving.

"Tony…" Ziva pleaded as he tried to pull away. "Tony if you saw it then you saw it. I however did not so I cannot say for certain something was there. Thank you though, for trying to protect me." She smiled at him and stroked his cheek with her thumb. "Now come on. Gibbs will be here any minute and we are not even dressed yet."

Tony watched her walk back into the bathroom. He knew what she was doing; she was trying to pretend nothing was wrong.

Ziva shut the door behind her and leaned over the sink, exhaling a long deep breath as she studied the white porcelain.

-*-

At 0628 the door rumbled with three loud bangs. Ziva was still in the bathroom getting ready, so Tony answered the door. He grabbed his sig from the large bookshelf as he made his way to the front door.

"Identify yourself!" Tony commanded with his left hand on the door knob; his sig in his right pointed at the door.

"It's your boss." Gibbs answered rather mockingly. Tony swung the door open, still in ready position just in case it wasn't Gibbs and someone had somehow copied his voice. Gibbs put his hands up in defense when the barrel was positioned no more than a foot away from his chest, and it was gone as quickly as it came. He saw the anger in Tony's eyes and wondered what had happened to cause such a surge of fury from his senior field agent.

Tony threw his gun on the kitchen island, walking back into the living room with Gibbs following slowly behind him.

"Rough night?" Gibbs questioned, trying to get Tony to look at him so he could gage the response.

"Perfect night." Tony answered truthfully; his voice low. 'It's the morning that has me all riled up. Well not necessarily the morning, because the wake up sex was pretty damn hot, but it was like 0430 and the sun wasn't up yet so I guess you could still call it night-" His mind rambled, getting lost in his own little world.

"DiNozzo." Gibbs called out a little harshly to get his attention. Tony turned, finally meeting his eyes. "Spill it."

Tony crossed his arms over his chest and looked back down to the floor. He began to pace before answering. "This morning… when I got out of the shower, Ziva was combing her hair in the dresser mirror. I stepped inside the bedroom… when she turned to look at me… there- there was a target on her forehead."

Gibbs' eyes saw red and he grabbed Tony by the arm, stopping his pacing. "How did a target get through closed curtains?"

"The curtains were open."

At this Gibbs grabbed Tony by the shirt and brought him very close to his face. "What did I tell you about-"

"Gibbs! Gibbs! It was my fault. I opened the curtains, not Tony. I am used to getting ready in the morning with them open I must have forgotten…" Ziva interrupted as she stormed into the room, pulling Tony away from Gibbs. She had been listening from the hallway. It was now her turn for face to face with Gibbs.

"What were you thinking, Ziva?" Gibbs asked in a much lower concerned voice.

"Apparently I was not." She answered as her lips curved into a smile, a smile Gibbs met with a steely glare. He turned away before he could rip into her, knowing she was under enough stress as it was.

"So you want us to pack up and go to my place boss?" Tony asked.

"No."

"No?"

"If you go to your place whoever is out there is just going to follow you. Stop acting like irresponsible idiots and start covering your bases."

"Oh we covered ALL the bases." Tony thought and smirked. The next thing he knew a large force was brought to the back of his head as Gibbs turned to leave.

"Let's go." He commanded Ziva right behind him. Tony rubbed the back of his head for a moment before he realized they were probably all ready halfway down the stairs.

-*-

Ziva only looked at Tony once on the way to NCIS, and it was not a pleasant glance. He had the feeling that it was because he told Gibbs about the target he had seen on her forehead, but what did she really want him to do? Not tell their boss that she had almost been killed this morning?

"You two go on up. I have somewhere else to be." Gibbs instructed when he pulled up in front of the building. They both said thank you and exited the car, Ziva walking a hell of a lot faster than Tony. He barely made it into the same elevator with her, and she let out a sigh at her disapproval. They rode in silence, with Tony glancing at Ziva every two seconds. They were just about to reach the squad room floor when Tony flipped the emergency switch, glaring at Ziva. She crossed her arms in defiance while his hands came to rest on his hips.

"I couldn't not tell him, you know? I couldn't not tell him that I almost watched you die today." Tony huffed out. Ziva continued staring at the silver doors for several seconds. Taking a deep breath in, her eyes met his with a twinge of remorse.

"I know." She whispered. Her hands settled on his cheeks and she leaned in to give him a tender kiss. He brought one hand up to rest on her cheek, while the other snaked around her waist to pull her body closer to his, needing to feel her warmth. The kiss is slow and sweet, and oh so passionate.

Before things could get out of hand, Ziva flipped the emergency switch and pulled away.

"We are late." She explained and Tony grumbled under his breath about how he hates work. Ziva chuckled and a genuine smile spread across her face.

They are met by McGee's annoyed expression when the doors open. He looked at them questioningly.

"Director Vance and David are waiting for you two in the conference room." He tells them as they step out of the elevator and he steps into it.

"Where are you going McBothered?" Tony asks while McGee stares at the ceiling.

"To get coffee." Tim answers curtly, just when the elevator doors start to shut.

"Since when do you need your gear to get coffee?"

"Tony…" Ziva calls, somewhat huskily from the bottom of the metal staircase. Tony smiles and takes four very large steps to get to her.

-*-

When they enter the conference room, Director David is sitting at the head of the table facing them, with Ana standing up to the right of him with a folder in her hand and Malachi sitting, also to his right with an open folder in front of him. Director Vance is to his left and has a folder in his hands as well, which he is studying avidly. They are greeted with somewhat annoyed looks from everyone.

"Nice of you two to show up." Vance says as he motions them to sit down in the two seats in front of him. When Ziva goes to sit directly next to her father, Tony grabs her arm and prevents her, sitting down in the first seat.

Ana turns and grabs two folders from the countertop behind her and chucks them at Ziva and Tony, openly showing her disapproval.

"Our suspects are Joseph Levy and Adalyn Russo. They are wanted in over 14 countries all over the world. Joseph Levy is credited with making and setting off over twenty bombs, including seven in Israel and two in the U.S. He almost always places them in a public place, often where women and young children are. Adalyn Russo is his trusty sidekick and possible lover. She is a master at getting fake passports and creating disguises to fit herself and Levy. They have walked away clean every time." Ana presented to the group.

"How have they not been caught?" Tony asked while flipping through photos that showed the aftermath of several of their bombs.

"They are just that good." Ana answered with a smirk on her face. Tony was about to ask her if she thought this was funny when Director David interjected.

"We have received intelligence that the suspects will fly into the country and head to an abandoned military camp where one of their cells has set up camp in Arizona." Director David pulled some more photos out of his briefcase and shoved them in the center of the table. "There are two abandoned camps on each side this railroad track. We believe that the cell will be set up in the north camp, and the south will be vacant. Only one train passes through here a week, so we will need to be on that train to be undetected. Director Vance, I will you need to use you contacts to make sure we will not be sought out by anyone for using the south camp."

"Of course." Vance answered.

"If they are going to be all the way in Arizona, why not just send OSP out there?" Tony asked all of a sudden, and all eyes focused on him as if he had just asked the unaskable.

"I decided to put you on this team agent DiNozzo. If you would like, I can take you off." Vance answered in a curt voice.

"No, no. I was just being curious." Tony replied immediately. There was no way in hell he would let someone else be in the middle of freaking nowhere with Ziva when there were two trained assassins trying to kill her.

"What I am curious about is your agents' physical capabilities, Director Vance. From what I saw yesterday they may not be up to par for such a strenuous mission." Director David announced with a look in his eyes that was daring.

"Well maybe we should let them get some practice in today in the gym." Leon suggested, "At 1400?"

"Perfect, that will give us enough time to go back to the hotel and let my agents change." Eli agreed.

Vance knew that this a pissing match, a 'who trains their agents better for combat?' Game. A game he was more than willing to play.

-*-

Meanwhile Gibbs and McGee sat across the street from Ziva's new apartment. Gibbs stared at the building they were parked in front of as if he was trying to discern something. McGee stared at his shoes, wondering why Gibbs had told him to gear up just to sit across the street from Ziva's apartment. After ten minutes of sitting in silence, McGee finally decided to break the ice.

"Uhh, boss? Why are we across the street from Ziva's new place?" He asked, trying not to sound scared.

"Because McGee, I am trying to figure out all the possible windows that provide easy viewing to Ziva's bedroom window." Gibbs replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Umm, and why would you be doing that?" McGee cautiously questioned again, his mind drifting to thought of Gibbs wanting to see Ziva naked. Gibbs turned and glared at McGee, resisting the urge to issue him a headslap.

"Because our visitors from Mossad tried to put a bullet through her head this morning." At that McGee's mouth dropped.

"Oh my god is she okay? I mean I know I just saw her in the elevator, and she was perfectly fine, but I mean emotionally speaking. Are we sure it was them who tried to kill her?" McGee's words fell out of his mouth so fast that it seemed like it was burning his tongue to keep them in. Gibbs then shot him an incredulous look.

"That's what we are here to figure out, now come on." Gibbs said, before getting out of the car. McGee unbuckled himself and scurried behind Gibbs into the building.

"Can I help you?" A very young man with pale skin and brown hair asked. He looked like he wasn't a day over 21.

"Yeah I need to see the blueprints of this complex. We believe that there is inconspicuous activity going on across the street in a certain room and we need to set up surveillance here in a room that will give us easy viewing into the room across the street." Gibbs informed the young man while flashing his badge and keeping a full smile on his face.

"I'm sorry sir but there are no open apartments here."

"Is that so? Well nice going elf Lord on bringing me to the wrong complex." Gibbs said in a very nonchalant tone, trying to act like a father figure to make it easier for the kid to work with.

"I'm sorry?" The young man asked, confused.

"Well I had my junior agent over here do some research and he said that there was only one complex with an available space. I guess we must have come to the wrong one. Sorry to have wasted your time son." With that Gibbs turned to leave. McGee stood rotted with his mouth hanging open as if he was trying to catch flies, not believing Gibbs had been so nice.

"Wait, I could talk to the manager and see what he could do to accommodate you all." The young man called out. Gibbs returned to the counter and smiled.

"Thanks son."

Ten minutes later a mister Brad Ericson met them at the stairs. He was much older, at least forty or fifty, and had the grossest toupee McGee had ever seen. He shook their hands and started leading them up.

"What case is NCIS investigating across the street Agent Gibbs?" Ericson probed.

"It's an ongoing investigation, and we can't disclose any information at this time." Gibbs deadpanned, with a smile.

"Well what room was it that you need to look into from here?"

"It is on the fourth floor, so we would need either a fifth or fourth floor space."

When they reached the fourth floor Ericson stopped and looked at all the rooms.

"Well there is none on this floor that are vacant, and usually if needed I can ask one of my tenants to move, but everyone on this floor is very private so I doubt that anyone would be willing. It is too bad this couldn't have happened two weeks ago."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well I had a fifth floor apartment available, but an older gentleman just bought it."

"Bought it?" Gibbs asked, shocked.

"Yes. He offered the owners a very large sum to buy it for a month and then promised to sell it back to them at less than its value."

"That didn't raise any flags with them?"

"Well no, Mister York is always out to make a quick buck." Ericson replied as if everyone knew about his boss' greed.

"Can we take a look at the apartment that was just sold?"

"We no longer have the right to open it for you. You would have to get a warrant."

Gibbs glared at Ericson now, and McGee stepped in, holding his iPhone out with a picture of none other than Director Eli David.

"Is this the man who bought it?" McGee questioned.

"I couldn't tell you. I never met him."

"Then how do you know it was an older gentleman who bought it?"

"Because I heard mister York say it was a rich old bastard buying it for his young mistress and himself while they were in DC."

With nothing else to ask, McGee and Gibbs thanked him and left. When they got outside Gibbs noticed a black town car with heavily tinted windows. He grabbed McGee by the arm to stop him.

"Act natural. I see a dark town car at my 3 o'clock. It could be our Mossad members." Gibbs instructed, quietly.

Ana, Malachi, and Director David had just pulled up outside the apartment complex in the rented Lincoln town car when Gibbs and McGee walked out. Not noticing them they continued talking.

"(Make me proud today Ana.)" Eli said before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"(Of course Director.)" Ana replied, and then returned the kiss. Malachi was just about to open the door when Director David reached across from the left side and grabbed his arm forcefully.

"(Wait.)" He commanded, having spotted Gibbs. Ana followed his line of vision and cursed herself under her breath. When Malachi saw them he shot Ana a dirty look.

"(Drive around for a little while.)" Eli instructed the driver, and they gone within seconds.

Gibbs saw the car drive away and turned to McGee. "Think it was them?"

-*-

At 1400 sharp Tony and Ziva walked into the NCIS gym with Director Vance. Ziva was wearing a black camisole, red sports bra under it, and black yoga pants. Tony had on his red OSU tee shirt, and a pair of black basketball shorts. They found Malachi and Ana all ready warming up. Malachi was holding a punching shield and Ana was attacking it with everything she had. Kicking and punching it so furiously that she eventually knocked the shield out of Malachi's hands.

"(Good, Ana. Good)" Malachi commended her. Ana shrugged it off, and went to go get water.

The NCIS crew was surprised to see Malachi still in his cargo pants and button up shirt, while Ana was in a black sports bra and black workout pants.

"Forget your workout clothes officer Ben-Gidon?" Vance questioned as he, Tony, and Ziva approached.

"No. I am still trying to heal my broken clavicle. I was cleared for combat a few months ago, but it is best that I not push it."

"Looks like I get to sit out today." Tony said, heading to sit down on one of the lifting benches.

"Not so fast Agent DiNozzo," Director David called as he emerged in a black shirt and black shorts, hands all ready clad in boxing gloves. "I will be sparring with you, if you think you are up for the challenge."

Tony scoffed and got up, heading to put on gloves and enter the ring.

"You sure that is a good idea Eli? I mean you are pushing sixty." Vance laughed.

"I am healthier than you were when you were thirty." Eli defended. His glance drifted to Ziva, and he was met with a fierce fire in her eyes. A look that said, 'if you hurt him, I will kill you.'

Ana returned at that moment, her hair still showing the effort she had just put in to warm up. "You do not wish to join us Director Vance?" She asked.

"No, Officer Azan. I like to leave my gloves at home. I will enjoy watching though."

"Enjoy watching me kick you agent's behind." Eli added, just as Tony had returned. Tony shot him a dirty look that said "I can so take you old man." "Shall we agent DiNozzo?"

Director David started toward the ring with Tony hot on his heels, but Ziva pulled him back by his hand.

"Tony, I know you may not think that my father can fight, but he is as deadly as I can be. Please be careful." Ziva whispered to him. Tony smiled at her worry. If they were anywhere else, he would have kissed her. Since they were in front of their Director and the Director of Mossad and the Head of the Kidon unit and his partner, he just gave her a reassuring hand squeeze.

The first round started off slow, each boxer learning the other's pattern. The second round it got a little heated, Eli pounding Tony hard. The third and Final round though, Tony took the lead and pinned Eli. The two opponents shook hands as they exited the ring, both reassured of their fighting skills.

Now it was time for Ziva and Ana to thrown down the gauntlet, and both were eager to see what the other could do. Ana swiftly made her way to the ring.

"No gloves?" Malachi asked as she grabbed the rope to step in.

"I do not need them." Ana smirked. Ziva was right behind her climbing in from the other side.

"That is funny, neither do I." Ziva scoffed. She began pulling up her hair, her eyes and Ana's locked on each other.

Once Ziva had her hair up, both started circling the ring waiting for the other to make the first move.

"Ladies do I need to go in there and make sure you two don't rip each other's clothes off?" Tony joked, standing outside one of the four corners. Both women sent him a death glare, so he quickly shut his mouth.

"(You better watch your back.)" Ziva warned Ana.

"(You just worry about that pretty little face of yours.)"

With that Ziva threw the first punch, but Ana dropped down and kicked Ziva's Feet right out from under her. She then lunged at Ziva, getting on top of her and trying to pin her down. As soon as Ana was on top of her though, Ziva tumbled them over, putting herself on top. Ziva quickly got to her feet, and Ana did the same. Ziva then did a roundhouse kick, but Ana dodged it. Ana started throwing punches, but Ziva blocked them. Finally Ana threw punch that Ziva caught and twisted Ana's arm behind her back. Ziva pushed Ana face down in the mat and straddled her lower back.

"Let her go agent David." Vance said, fearing Ziva was about to dislocate officer Azan's shoulder.

Ziva leaned forward so that her lips were almost touching Ana's ear before saying, "This, is for Tony," and dislocating her thumb.

Ana yelped in pain and then bit her lip to punish herself. She had been taught to never show pain, and she just had in front of her Director. She had also let Eli down.

Ziva was all smiles as she exited the boxing ring and started making her way to Tony. Vance grabbed her by the arm before she could though.

"I said let her go, not dislocate her thumb." Vance reprimanded.

"I was just getting up. I did not mean to harm her." Ziva replied, her tone suggesting the exact opposite of what she was saying. Vance just smiled, happy she had won.

Ana slowly got out of the ring. Malachi practically ran to her side and grabbed her hand, with Eli slowly following behind him. When Malachi held her hand close to his face, Ana jerked it away and grabbed her thumb, lodging it back in its place. When Eli approached her, her head dropped in shame.

"(I am sorry Director.)" Ana said quietly. Eli grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.

"(Do not worry about it, my little lamb.)"

Ziva watched the exchange with envy. Not once when she had lost a battle had her father told her it was okay, to try harder next time, and he definitely didn't offer a term of endearment. Usually Ziva was scolded for being unprepared, and forced to train harder.

"Nice work you two. Go home and rest, I know it has been a long day. We'll meet tomorrow at 0900." Vance said, bringing Ziva back to the conversation.

-*-

Later that night, Tony sat on Ziva's bed only in his boxers with his back to her chest, while Ziva leaned against the wall. Ziva was only clad in her bra and panties, and her hands raked over Tony's muscles. They had come home and showered together, actually showering because neither had the strength for shower sex.

Tony groaned when Ziva's hands pressed into his shoulder, the shoulder Ana had almost dislocated, before speaking.

"Your father sure is in shape for a guy who is sixty." He said between clenched teeth, trying to let her work the sore muscle without screaming like a little girl.

"I warned you." Ziva teased and then giggled.

Tony was drifting off to sleep when Ziva got a wicked idea. Her hands slowly rubbed down his chest, to his stomach, and finally under his boxers, rubbing inches away from where he needed her. His eyes shot open when her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, all ready hardening when she was just on his stomach. Ziva took him in her hand and stroked him until he was as hard as iron. She removed her hand for only a second to push his boxers down to his thighs.

Tony moaned when her hand returned to his shaft. She worked him expertly, her hand gliding up and down, her thumb occasionally swirling his tip. He didn't think it could feel any better, and then her other hand swooped down and began massaging his balls.

"Ziva…" Tony moaned, his hips starting to buck with her simple caresses. He felt like he was going to explode at any second. Wanting to bring them both over the edge, he stopped her just before he blew his load.

"Stop… Stop." Tony scolded, his hands grabbing hers and jerking them away from his throbbing erection. He then flipped on to all fours, facing her.

Ziva saw the want in Tony's hooded eyes and a fire shot though her. He kissed her hard, his tongue probing deep in her mouth while he made a work of what little clothing she had on. His hands swiftly removed her bra and panties as he kicked off his boxers. Tony then began kissing a searing path from her jaw down to center of her chest; his palms rubbing her hardened buds before taking her left nipple in his mouth. Ziva cried out when his talented mouth began sucking, while his skilled hand still rolled her other nipple.

Switching tasks, Tony continued pressing wet kisses down Ziva's body, but skipped over the one place she desperately wanted him. Instead he ran his tongue along the inside of her thighs, making her growl in frustration. Ziva was just about to moan his name, hoping he would give her what she needed, when his tongue darted out and massaged her swollen clit.

"Tony!" Ziva moaned loudly as her hips arched up into his face and her hands threaded through his hair. Tony looked up at her with a lust filled gaze before continuing his oral assault on her body. His tongue lapped at her sensitized nub, and he brought two of his fingers to her soaked opening and then plunged them inside of her. Ziva screamed something in Hebrew and her hips began thrusting uncontrollably into his hand. Tony had never felt more like a man, or wanted to be inside her more than at that moment when the way the way he could make Ziva feel came to light.

Ziva's orgasm took her into oblivion as she screamed Tony's name so loud people on the street could probably hear it. Tony worked her down before kissing his way back up to her lips, letting her catch her breath. It aroused him all the more when her tongue swirled the tip of his and he knew she could taste her own self on him. His hands slid down to his member, which was twitching with anticipation, positioned himself at Ziva's entrance, and then surged into her, filling her completely.

Ziva's eyes widened when Tony slid all the way into her, her body still feeling small waves pleasure from the orgasm she had just had.

"God Ziva… You're so wet." Tony groaned while he tried to set a slow and even rhythm. Ziva kissed him passionately, her mouth describing the feelings her brain couldn't express at that moment.

It was slow, sweet, sensuous. Tony sucked on Ziva's neck while she clutched him to her; her hands playing with ends of his hair while she moaned every time he filled her. His thrusts were even, and increasing with time as they both drew closer to coming. Ziva's muscles purposely clamped down on him when he almost withdrew completely before pounding back into her. Their bodies became drenched with sweat as every thrust sent sparks flying for the both of them. They made love with a purpose, like they never had before.

"Zee-vahh… unhhh." Tony moaned, trying to alert her was very close. Ziva pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, letting him know she understood and that she was also close. Several hard and fast thrusts later, Ziva hit her orgasm like a car ramming into the wall.

"Tony… TONY!" She screamed as her muscles spasmed and her movements became erratic. Feeling her muscles milking him, Tony groaned his release with one hard thrust and collapsed on top of her.

-*-

"Are they having sex again?" Ana asked when she entered the room from the bedroom in her black silk robe.

"You know that is we were not on surveillance that we would be having just as much if not more." Malachi said, staring at the screen in front of him.

"Who says we cannot?" Ana questioned as she leaned against the door jamb. Malachi looked at her confused, and at that moment she decided to slip out of her robe with a shift of her shoulders, revealing she was naked underneath. Malachi grinned and jumped up before chasing her back into the bedroom.

-*-

Coming down from his ecstasy filled high, the only thought that could be formed in Tony's head was that Ziva David was most definitely his match in the bedroom. He noticed her breathing had evened out so he decided to voice his opinion.

"I think that may just be the best sex I've ever had." Tony whispered in Ziva's ear. She chuckled before kissing him, silently agreeing. It wasn't long before they were both knocked out, Tony still on top of and inside Ziva.

-*-

The next morning, Tony and Ziva were all smiles as they walked hand in hand to get breakfast at a bistro on the corner near Ziva's apartment. There were tables outside in front, and Tony noticed two very familiar presences as they approached. He pulled Ziva to the side and looked in the couple's direction.

"Is that who I think it is?" Tony asked, seeing Ana and Malachi sitting at a table with breakfast in front of them, stealing glances and smiles.

Ziva said nothing as Malachi leaned over and kissed Ana passionately.

"Are they together?!" Tony questioned in a surprised voice.

"They could be, or they could be following us."


Are we happy that there are no cliffhangers this time :)? Anyway I have a question to pose to everyone: Does Gibbs sound in Character? I always struggle with him when I write. I try to make him mean, but not too mean. Well thank you for reading, and I promise I'll try not to make you wait a month again for the next chapter! Reviews=Love, so spread some of that love around :).