Chapter 4

"I'm coming!" Ziva called, pulling on a bathrobe and running to the door.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" came the muffled cries as Abby enveloped Ziva in a hug. "McGee just called me, I don't know why he didn't call sooner. I can't believe someone tried to kill you, Ziva. I mean, I kinda can, but still! I don't know what I would do if you died. Oh my. And then he told me you were staying with Tony and I thought you must be really bad if you're here, because you need protection or something."

"I take it you hung up on him," Ziva interrupted.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Because," Tony said, walking into the living room, also wearing a bathrobe. "He didn't tell you the best part." Abby paused for a second, a confused look painted across her face. And then suddenly her face brightened with realization.

"No way, no way, no way!" she squealed, jumping up and down clapping her hands.

"Yes way," Tony gasped, coming up behind Ziva and wrapping his arm around her waist.

"When did this happen?" she asked, enveloping them both in a huge bear hug.

"Last night," Ziva said.

"Really, only one?" Abby asked.

"Oh no, it was way more then just one," Tony laughed. Both Abby and Ziva slapped his chest simultaneously.

"You can't argue with that," he whispered in Ziva's ear so only she could hear it.

"I'll just leave you two alone then." She turned on her heal to leave but then stopped and spun back around. "And hey, did you know there's an FBI car parked outside?"

"Those bastards," Ziva muttered before running over to the window and peaking thorough the closed shade. She immediately locked onto the unmarked black van that was stationed across the street.

"So what, maybe they're just keeping an eye on you," Tony shrugged. Ziva looked at him over her shoulder, an, are you kidding me look on her face. "Good point."

"Well I'll see you guys later," Abby said, sensing what was to come and making a quick exit.

"I do not understand why the FBI thinks they are so much better then us," Ziva said as soon as the door slammed shut behind Abby.

"They're the TV cops, everybody knows who they are."

"I know, but still…"

"Just ignore them, Ziva, they're just wasting their time out there. You didn't do anything wrong."

"I could kill them all right now if I want to," she whispered, peeking through the curtain again, her hand moving as if it was gripping a gun.

"Okay, walking away," Tony said, grasping her shoulders and steering her away from the window. "Let's do something to keep your mind off the case. What do you want to do?"

"I have something in mind," she smiled as she trailed her finger down the fold of his robe, parting it and reveling his chest to her.

"And I think I know what that something is." He pulled on the fluffy tie that held her robe shut, letting it fall open.

"Do you now?" she laughed, moving closer to him, making their noses brush briefly before she pressed her lips to his. He traced his fingers lightly under the robe and up her body to her shoulders so he could push the fuzzy material from her slender frame, letting it fall to the behind her.

"Tony, wake up," Ziva whispered, gently running her hand down his arm and lacing her fingers through his. She lay on her stomach, half on top of him as he lay there on his back.

"No," he groaned, rolling away from her and onto his side. She moved with him, pressing her body against his and laying her head on his shoulder, speaking directly into his ear.

"Tony," she breathed against the side of his neck. His eyes shot open at the feel of her hot breath against his skin and he could feel the goose bumps as the spread across his flesh.

"Can I help you?" he asked, pressing his body more firmly against hers.

"Maybe…" his eyes drifted shut again as she began to kiss down his neck. He rolled onto his back again as she continued down his chest. Her head shot up suddenly when there was a knock on the door. She jumped off the bed and stuck her head out of the bedroom doorway.

"Who is it?" Ziva yelled down the short hallway.

"Pizza," came a muffled voice from outside

"We didn't order one, go away." She turned back to the bed again when the person called again.

"It's McGee." Ziva grumbled to herself as she walked into the living room and retrieved her robe from the floor where it still lay from a few hours before.

"What do you want, McGee?" she snapped as she threw the door open.

Tony could faintly hear Ziva's voice trough the half closed door. He groaned and rolled over, pulling the pillows over his head. He was okay with waking up if it meant Ziva doing unmentionable things to him, but it was not okay for her to just abandon him in this state.

"Go away," he heard her say before there was a loud thud, which he presumed was the door closing. A second later he felt her climb back onto the bed and lay down next to him.

"What did the little Probie want?" Tony mumbled from beneath the pillow.

"It was not McGee. The FBI seems to think that they can just dance in here any time they like."

"It's waltz."

"Why would they be waltzing?"

"It's waltz in here any time they want, and technically they can," he explained, sitting up.

"Oh."

"Are you going to just lay there, or are you going to tell me why you woke me up?" he asked after a short pause.

"I was not planning on telling you before," she laughed, pushing him back on the bed and climbing on top of him again.

"Open the door, DiNozzo!"

"Looks like the FBI is back," Tony moaned, rolling off the bed and grabbing the robes off the floor, throwing one on top of Ziva, pulling the other one on his shoulders.

"Tell them to go away," she moaned, rolling over onto her stomach and away from the door. A couple minutes later Ziva heard footsteps approaching the bedroom and then the door swung open.

"Now I understand," Slacks said.

"What the hell!" Ziva yelled, rolling over, trying to pull the blankets around herself but instead she fell off the opposite side of the bed with a small thud.

"You okay over there?" Tony called. Ziva's head appeared over the side of the bed, glaring at Tony.

"Leave," she growled, directing her attention to Slacks.

"I'm not leaving again until you answer a few more questions."

"Leave so I can get dressed… and murder Tony."

"I should really be present for that."

"Get. Out. Now."

"Okay, I'm going," Slacks said, raising his arms above his head as he backed out of the room. She stood up as soon as he left and walked around the bed to grab her bag off the floor. Tony tore his eyes away from Ziva's body just in time to see her hand make contact with his gut.

"Yeah, I deserved that," he groaned, falling onto the bed. Ziva dropped her bag next to him and pulled out some clothing.

"Yes you did," she muttered, tugging on her panties, bra, pants and t-shirt, before exiting the room.

"Where's DiNozzo?"

"Is that all the questions you have?" Ziva asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No. Why were you not at home last night?"

"Guess," she snapped.

"That's what I thought. The day that you shot Brian Rouse, did his brother show any signs that he would return, either wanting revenge or to kill again?"

"Yes and no. He shouted that he was not done before setting off a decoy bomb and escaping. He did not specifically say that he would be coming back to kill me in particular. Why is any of this relevant?" She took a step back so she could lean against the counter. Slacks ignored her question and merely continued with his own.

"So you knew what Malakai Rouse's voice sounded like?"

"Conversations are mostly done with raised voices when in the field, as I am sure you know. So I had an idea of what he sounded like, but there was a lot going on and that was not my prime focus."

"If you had to pick his voice out of a line up, do you think you could do it?"

"Other then the fact that he is dead, yes." Slacks nodded before pulling out his phone.

He hit a few buttons before saying into the speaker, "Bring him up."

"Who?" Ziva asked, standing up straight and uncrossing her arms, suddenly very anxious.

"Agent David, meet Malakai Rouse," Slacks said as Agent Shea led a handcuffed man through the door.

"What? How?" she stammered for a second before regaining her composure. "Then who did I shoot?"

"Some lowly bastard who happened to look like him," Slacks said, crossing his arms now. He uncrossed them a second later as he reached into his belt and walked towards Ziva. HE wrapped the metal cuffs around Ziva's wrists as he read her her rights.

"Ziva David, you are under arrest for the murder of Adam Russell. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one-" He stopped abruptly when Tony came bursting out of the bedroom.

"What happened?"

"Nice of you to join us, Tony," Ziva said, yanking her arm from Slacks' tight grasp for the second time.