A.N. Okay...kinda steamy chapter =) Hope you enjoy it- you all know the drill REVIEW!

It is kind of not related to season 7 (so no spoilers) and even though it's not season 7 I thought you guys might like it anyway!

Dislcaimer: I don't own anyone which sucks...but maybe for Christmas. I don't own Pailkiller by Pendulum vs. Freestylers

Pailkiller

She couldn't help but compare the music she was dancing to now with what she had when she was younger. Back then she had danced with pointed toes and elaborate tutus to beautifully written music. It had violin, piano, flute, brass and hundreds of other instruments all made to play amazing harmonies and now she was listening to music, if you could even call it that, made up of horrible words, screams, electric guitar but mostly made up of sounds out of a computer. Back then handpicked choirs would sing as she danced, their words passed down through time still in Latin or Italian or Hebrew. Now a twenty-year old male was rapping about overdosing on drugs and having three-somes but even with all of this Ziva had completely surrendered herself to the music and instead of perfectly timed pirouettes and jetes her hips were grinding in a slow circular motion pressed up against a stranger behind her who's hands were gripping her moving hips like it was the only thing holding him up. Seeing how much he'd had to drink that night it might have been.

She saw Abby making her way through the crowded dance floor, slightly drunker than Ziva. Her system was programmed for litres of caff-pows not alcohol.

"This is so much fun!" Abby yelled over the music but even so Ziva could barely hear her. The song ended and she eagerly followed Abby away from the guy whose hands had started to wander.

"I am so hot!" Ziva exclaimed, knocking back the rest of her drink before catching a waitress for a refill.

"I'll say," Tony leered, his eyes raking over her body so hard she swore she could feel it.

She had decided that the occasion had called for a different outfit than her cargos so she had pulled out from the back of her wardrobe a very small army green mini skirt. So short the length rivalled the one Abby was wearing. Her legs were long and bare and luckily the heat of the club kept her exposed skin warm. Her top was a low v-neck tank top and the black of it made her skin look perfect.

"Who's your friend?" he asked, nodding towards the guy Ziva had been dancing with a minute before. "He looks a bit more than a friend actually, seeing as how you were grinding into him like you haven't slept with anyone in years."

"Jealous?" she whispered into his ear, her long curly hair brushing his chest, her soft lips only just brushing against his ear as she spoke.

He didn't have time to answer before she was pulled back into the mass of dancing bodies by Abby and with a seconds deliberation he followed the two women onto the dance floor for the first time that night

"See ya Probie."

He caught a glimpse of Ziva right up the front dancing with a blonde woman in a way that should have been illegal. He kept his eyes on her, shrugging off the women who moved against him, staying focused on his goal. Ziva.

A new song started up and Tony saw the blonde come onto Ziva a little too handsy for his liking. He wasn't going to lose Ziva to some chick; that would just be embarrassing. He finally reached her and pushed between the blonde so he was right behind her, his hips moving with hers like he was just asking for a Gibbs slap.

Either she didn't notice the change of person dancing with her or she didn't care, her hips kept on moving in time with his and her arms came up, pulling his head towards hers and making his whole body press even closer against her own. Tony was a little reserved at first but just from watching Ziva move with the music like it was a part of her made him shrug off any inhibitions and move to the music like he never had before.

"Now you have got it," Ziva whispered in his ear but he couldn't hear her over the music, only feel the vibrations running down his neck.

That simple whisper unlocked something in Tony and he found himself running his lips down Ziva's arm, smiling against the shivers she broke into when he did so. His lips touched her neck and she whipped around so she was facing him, still dancing in time to the music.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" she said, standing further away so her dark eyes could stare into his cheeky green ones.

"I thought you were liking it Zee-vah," he replied, pulling her body closer to him so he could feel her warmth through his thin shirt.

"That's not the point," she retorted and Tony couldn't help but grin. So she did like it. He was never going to let her forget that and without a moment's hesitation he dropped his head back down so his lips were trailing along her jaw line.

The music was angry; pulsing through her veins and causing her to act in a way she didn't ever expect. Her lips met his as furiously as the music was playing and the pair stayed connected with every part of their body until Abby danced over, obviously not seeing them making out or she would have gone in the other direction. But she didn't and Tony felt the loss of Ziva's body right away as she went back dancing with the blonde.

Abby pulled him back to the table leaving Ziva to dance and Tony was about to lose Abby and go back to her but she broke away from the blonde for a second and her dark eyes met his. He wasn't like Gibbs; he couldn't read people easily but what Ziva was telling him in her heated gaze was simple.

Later.

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