Sorry about that, I forgot to write this out the first time. I am planning on this being the last chapter, save for the epilogue, which I should have out at the end of the week, next monday at the latest if I don't get super distracted.
Hope you enjoy this next chapter, I apologize ahead of time :)
"Gibbs" he answered.
"Ziva's been arrested."
"What!" Gibbs stopped walking, causing McGee to walk into his back and drop the files he was holding.
"Sorry, Boss, I didn't see you st-" Gibbs waved his hand at the younger agent, trying to get him to shut up.
"Slacks came back asking more questions and then he arrested Ziva."
"Where are you now?"
"Following the FBI car Ziva's in?"
"Good, stay as close to her as you can. We'll be there soon." He hung up the phone and turned to McGee, who was still picking up papers off the floor.
"Get off the floor, McGee. Come on," he made a follow me motion with his hand as he walked to the elevator.
"Where are we going, Boss"
"To talk to Fornell at the FBI, they just arrested Ziva." McGee opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to speak, as the elevator doors slid shut.
"Where's Ziva David?" asked a breathless Tony.
"And you are?" asked the receptionist.
"NCIS Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo." He flashed his badge at her, happy he had taken time to grab it.
"She's being taken to interrogation right now. You can wait in one of the conference rooms if you like."
"No, I need to see her." The woman stared at him for a second, obviously unsure of what to do, but then she picked up the phone and dialed a number. All she said before hanging up again was 'DiNozzo'. A minute later Slacks appeared and led Tony, by the elbow, upstairs. He opened a door and let Tony enter before following him in and closing the door. They were in an observation room, similar to the ones at the Navy Yard, and Ziva sat on the other side of the one-way mirror, hands cuffed and face emotionless.
"You stay here," Slacks growled at Tony before giving a small nod to the other agent with them and then leaving. He appeared a second later as the interrogation room door flew open, a folder had magically appeared in his hand.
"Miss David, or is it Mrs. DiNozzo now?"
"We've been together a day," Ziva said, her tone even though you could tell she was annoyed.
"You said earlier that was why you weren't home last night, wasn't it?"
"Yes." Three rapid knocks sounded on the mirror, but Slacks ignored them as he continued his questioning.
"What made you go home with Agent DiNozzo?"
"He asked, but what does that have to do with anything?" Ziva was obviously beginning to lose her cool.
"Why'd you sleep with him?" Ziva opened her mouth, and then closed it again. She looked to the mirror, hoping Tony was in there. Tony saw the small look and pushed past Gibbs, who had arrived moments earlier, and out the door.
"Interview's over," he said sternly as he threw the door open. Slacks looked from him, to Ziva and then over his shoulder at the mirror.
"You heard him," came Gibbs' voice over the speaker.
"What's going on here?" Tony asked, throwing his arms up in the air.
"You broke the rules." They all turned to look at Gibbs, who now stood in the doorway.
"Wait, is this all a coax?" They all turned to Ziva.
"It's hoax, Ziva, and yes I do believe it is." Tony crossed his arms and directed his attention to his boss.
"I told you guys not to break the rules." Gibbs gave one of his sly, fox-like smiles before turning around and walking out.
"Guess that means you're free to go." Slacks walked over and un-cuffed Ziva, placing the metal rings back into their place on his belt. "Come on, I'll show you out." Ziva stood and followed the two men out and down the hall.
"You were in on this?" Tony asked suddenly.
"Apparently Fornell owed Gibbs a favor, and he decided to cash in."
"All this just because we slept together?"
"Yeah, I'm glad Fornell's not that strict about the rules."
"So it really was Rouse that I killed?" Ziva asked.
"Yeah," Slacks nodded. "Standard procedure, open-shut. None of this will be on record. It was just Gibbs trying to get back at you."
"That's our boss for yah," Tony muttered. They didn't talk again after that, except for their halfhearted goodbyes.
"What the hell just happened?" Tony said as Ziva pulled the passenger door shut.
"I think we were ticked," was Ziva's response.
"It's tricked."
"What?"
"You're so cute when you're confused," he laughed and leaned over to kiss her. They jumped apart suddenly when there was a crashing noise on the hood of the car.
"Did you not get why I sent you two here?" came Gibbs' muffled and very angry voice through the closed windows. Tony rolled his down and Gibbs walked over to it. He scrutinized them for a second before saying anything.
"You kids have fun, but let it distract from your work and I'll fire you. Hurt one another, and I'll kill you. Understand?" They both nodded wordlessly and he walked away, clearly happy with his work.
"You were right," Tony said as they watched Gibbs drive away.
"About what?" Tony put the car in drive and pulled away from the looming building behind them.
"He was just waiting for a better time to kill us."
They arrived back at Ziva's apartment about an hour later, after stopping by Tony's place and gathering some things. They had both agreed that her apartment was nicer and more comfortable, and that they were going to be spending a lot more time together in the near future.
"Can you believe that's it's only been a day since this all started?" he asked as he hung up some clothes in his half of the closet.
"Technically this all started eight years ago, when I walked into the bullpen and asked if you were having phone sex."
"And to think I almost slept with you that night, kinda glad I didn't now."
"Why?" she asked, settling herself onto the edge of the bed.
"That would have been more of a one night stand. Sexy, ninja-assassin, twenty-two year old Ziva, I would've liked to have seen her in bed, writhing beneath me, but it would have meant nothing. I like the still very very sexy investigator, ninja-assassin Ziva much better." He walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders, nudging her legs apart with his knee so he could stand between them.
"Do you know how old I am now, Tony?"
"Yes," he answered almost uncertainly.
"Then why did you not say it?"
"Didn't know if you wanted me to?" He shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. She laughed and placed her hand on his cheek, pulling him down into a kiss.
"I'm still younger then you," she laughed. He growled and picked her up, throwing her back onto the bed.
"Tony!" she laughed as he left feather light kisses up her bare legs, as she had opted for shorts after they had gotten back.
"I love you, Ziva David," he murmured before capturing her lips with his. He pulled back a minute later and stared down at her. Her chocolaty brown orbs gazed back with equal intensity.
"I love you too, Tony." He smiled and pressed his mouth to hers again.