Okay, I've been sick and on medication, including something new for insomnia, so let the reader beware, I have no idea how this is going to turn out. The only thing I know is that its long and has some sexual moments, so...good luck!

"What's with all the yelling?" A female voice called out, before appearing in the doorway to Tony's apartment, "Oh, it's you." A older woman in a fluffy light blue housecoat remarked, seeing Ziva.

"Mrs. Jenkins!" Ziva exclaimed, "Have you see Tony?"

The woman turned, moving out of the doorway not saying a word.

"Mrs. Jenkins?" Ziva cocked her head, looking perplexed, "Hello?"

There was no answer.

"What a bitch."

"I heard that, too." Mrs. Jenkins said.

"Good!" Ziva roared back, she raised her hands to her mouth, composing herself, "Okay, I'm Tony, where would I go? Wait, he's not Tony, oh God, Gibbs and Abby are going to kill me!"

Ziva grasped her hair with her fingers tightly, letting out a deep, frustrated groan before running to the door, she smiled as she slammed the door shut and ran past Mrs. Jenkin's door. She turned the corner at top speed, ramming into something hard with her shoulder, she lost her balance falling forward, she looked up, brushing the hair from her face seeing Tony laying under her, "TONY!" She said joyfully.

Tony grunted hard.

"Where have you been?!" Ziva angrily questioned.

"Get off." Tony said in a strained voice.

Ziva looked at the agony on Tony's face, "What happened? Who hurt you?"

"Your knee." Tony strained, "My balls."

Ziva looked down, her knee was firmly planted into Tony's crotch, "That's what you get for running away!"

Tony just looked at her in bewilderment, "I just took out the trash." He uttered in pain.

"Oh." Ziva gnashed her teeth together and leaned back, moving to a squatting position.

Tony's head fell back, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Why did you leave your door open? You scared me!"

"You have my keys." Tony sat up and answered.

"Sure, use logic on me! But there are people out there who want to hurt you!"

"Why are you yelling at me?"

"I don't know!" Ziva yelled, "Sorry!" She yelled again.

"What do you mean, there are a lot of people out there who want to hurt me?"

"It's not important."

"Me getting hurt isn't important?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I wasn't worried until you mentioned someone wants me hurt...who wants me hurt?"

"You're a federal agent, Tony, you've killed people, sometimes people take revenge, you know?"

"That doesn't make me feel any better, Ziva."

"I will not let anyone hurt you, Tony." Ziva smiled, trying to comfort him, "Okay?"

"Uh." Tony cleared his throat.

"What?"

Tony eyes moved downward, "Ummm."

"What?!" Ziva repeated, she looked at Tony and saw he was looking at something, she followed his eyes and gasped, her right hand was slowly massaging his crotch, she quickly pulled her hand away, putting it behind her back, she jumped to her feet and turned away from Tony, embarrassed.

"Heh. Don't worry about it."

Ziva looked at Tony, "I did not..."

Tony leaned forward, "Believe me, if I had to have someone grope me, I'm glad it was you."

Ziva snorted, "Thanks, I guess...wait, what kind of a girl do you think I am?"

Tony just smiled at her.

Ziva shook her head, "Never mind." She offered him her hand.

"I'm not touching that, I know where it's been." He jokingly said with a smile.

Ziva rolled her eyes as she started to pull her hand away.

Tony grabbed her hand and she helped him up, "Why are you back so quickly anyway?"

"Uh." Ziva pondered, "I wanted to see what kind of ice cream you liked, yes?"

"We're suppose to get 12 inches of snow tonight and you want ice cream?"

"Uh, yes, I want ice cream, do you have a problem with that?"

"Nope."

"Good." Ziva slid past Tony, making her way towards the entrance of the apartment complex.

"Uh, Ziva."

Ziva turned, looking back at Tony, "Yes?"

"I thought you wanted to know my favorite ice cream?"

"I already know, Tony." Ziva replied.

"Then why did you...oh, never mind."

Ziva turned to leave again.

"Ziva."

Ziva turned back, "Now what?" She said, getting annoyed.

"Can I have my keys?"

"What?"

"Keys, you know, so I can get into my apartment."

"Oh, yes." Ziva dug into her coat pocket, pulling out his keys, she looked at them and found his apartment key, holding it up so he could see it, "This is the key."

Tony took his keys from Ziva, "Thanks." He said with a smile.

Ziva smiled back, "Do NOT go anywhere, I will KILL you."

Tony laughed, "I love you, too."

"Ahh, sarcasm, yes?" Ziva smirked, "Seriously, do not leave."

"What if the apartment catches fire?"

"Tony." Ziva groaned.

"Fine, I promise. Even if I'm on fire, I won't leave, I'll just open a window and hope the snow puts me out."

Ziva laughed, "You are such an..."

"Idiot?" Tony grinned.

"No, you're what Gibbs said you were, simply: DiNozzo." Ziva moved over to Tony, kissing him on the cheek, "Stay!" She laughed again before finally leaving.

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Ziva sat down a brown paper sack on the floor next to Tony's apartment door, she shook her head, sending snowing everywhere, she knocked on the door, "It's me." The door slowly opened, Tony stood in front of her wearing a black suit with an untied red tie hanging around his neck, she just stared at him.

"What?"

Ziva picked up the bag, stepping inside, kicking the door closed behind her, "Why are you wearing a suit?" She asked, putting the bag on the coffee table.

Tony shrugged, "After I took a shower, I got to looking around and it just felt like the thing to do, except..."

"Except?" Ziva wondered.

"It seems I've forgotten how to tie a tie."

"Let me." Ziva volunteered, she stepped over to him, taking his tie in her hands, "You know, you haven't worn a tie in ages."

"Really? I have a ton of them."

"You use to wear them all the time." Ziva lifted the collar on Tony's suit, she lined the tie up and pulled the wide part down the front of his chest, she wrapped it around the skinny part of his tie, making a knot, "There." She smiled, folding his collar down, running her hand along the length of his tie, "Much better, I've missed you in ties."

"Why did I stop wearing them?"

"I do not know, I was not there."

"What do you mean?"

Ziva patted his chest, "Too long of story, are you hungry?"

"I packed, are you ready to go?"

"The streets are too bad, I think we are going to have to stay here tonight."

"Oh..."

"What's wrong? You look...disappointed."

Tony shrugged, "Nothing really, well...I guess I was looking forward to seeing your apartment, that's all."

"Maybe tomorrow, huh?" Ziva smiled, "Hey, I got pizza."

"Sounds good."

"Pepperoni, sausage and extra cheese."

"And the ice cream?"

"Are you kidding, it's freezing outside!"

"Heh."

"What?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

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Tony and Ziva sat next to each other watching the end of Frosty the Snowman. He leaned up, grabbing the remote control from the coffee table and turned off the television.

Ziva turned her head, "Tired?"

"Nope." Tony rose from the couch, "I'm gonna build a snowman."

"Okay." Ziva said, but quickly sat up, "What?!"

Tony grabbed his coat on his way out the door, Ziva grabbed her boots, hopping on one foot trying to put them on, but stumbled, falling to the ground, "Wait!" She yelled, sliding on her boots. She shot up from the floor and followed him out the door, she pushed her way through the front door of the apartment complex door and was met with a snowball to the chest. She raised her hands, "What the hell?!"

"Heh. Gotcha!"

Ziva knelt down, grabbing a fistfull of snow, squeezing it in her hand, she reared back her arm, launching it at Tony. She raised her hands up to her face as the snowball connected with Tony's face.

Tony just laughed as snow trickled off his face, "Nice throw, now come and help me."

Ziva looked at Tony as he gathered a massive amount of snow between his arm, squeezing it against his chest, he then laid it on the snow and started rolling it.

"Tony, you do know you are making a snowman on a sidewalk, yes?"

"Snow is snow, Zee-vah! Heh."

Ziva shook her head, "Fine, I will help you." She moved over to him, helping him with his snowman.

They made the first ball of snow, then the second, the concrete sidewalk in front of his apartment was nearly all visible, "Almost done!" He cheered.

"Why are we doing this?"

"I remember, Ziva."

"What?" Ziva scurried over to Tony, but didn't see one of the massive snowballs on the sidewalk, tripping over it, Tony grabbed her, falling backwards, softening her fall.

Tony laughed, his hair dusted with snow, "What's with you and landing on me today?."

"Consider yourself luck." Ziva's head was against Tony's chest, she looked up at him, "You said you remembered?"

"Yeah." Tony replied, "I was 9, my dad and I were watching Frosty the Snowman and we went out in the front yard and made a snowman, we had a really good time. Mom was mad at us both when we got back inside, preachin' we're gonna catch pneumonia or worse."

Ziva smiled, "Do you remember anything else?"

Tony looked down at her, "Sorry."

Ziva nodded, "It is okay." Ziva placed her head back on Tony's chest, but quickly grabbed a handful of snow, tossing it into his face, "GOTCHA!"

Ziva tried to retreat, but Tony grabbed onto the back of her pants pulling her back to him, he shoveled a handful of snow down the back of her pants. A grinning Tony watched in delight as she hopped and down trying to get all the snow out, "I dub thee, snow ass." He said with a huge grin.

Ziva turned, looking pissed.

"Ok, time to go." Tony jumped to his feet and ran away from Ziva as she started chasing him, he started laughing hysterically, "Gives new meaning to the word, 'icehole!'"

"You better keep running, Tony!"

"Oh, come on, I'm sure your red hot buns have already melted it!" Ziva jumped on the hood of her car, he looked up, "I think that's cheating." Ziva let out a primal roar as she leaped towards him, "Oh, that's definitely cheating!"

Ziva landed on top of Tony, laughing as she stuffed snow down the front of his pants. She leaned down, her mouth inches from his, "I believe they call that...'cold cocked,' yes?" She grinned, relishing in her victory.

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Tony stood outside of the bathroom door, "You can have the bed, I'll take couch."

"Why?" Ziva replied, she lowered herself into the hot bubblebath, "We have slept in the same bed together."

"We have?"

"Yes, many times."

"Are you sure? I don't mind sleeping on the couch, it's better than a cot."

"Yes, Tony."

"Okay, hey, I'm gonna make some cocoa, you want anything?"

Ziva splashed the water over her stomach and breasts, "Some tea would be nice. Thank you."

"Sure, no problem." He turned, walking gingerly towards the kitchen, showing the effects of the snow in his pants.

Ziva reached out with her foot turning off the tub's faucet, she looked to her right seeing a bottle of body wash, she picked it up and opened it, breathing in. She closed her eyes and let out a sweet sigh.

Ziva squeezed on the bottle, but nothing came out. She shook it hard and as a result the cap popped off leaving a huge glob of soap on her stomach, "Oops." She giggled. She let go of the bottle and slowly started to rub her stomach in a large circle with both hands, very slowly. She slid her hands up, cupping her breasts and let out a small moan as she found her nipples, touching them everso softly. She smiled and glided her hands down her stomach, dipping below her navel. She gasped as she started to rub her clitoris, "Oh, Tony." She moaned, her fingers traveled deeper, further pleasuring herself, her moaning became deeper, her breathing heavied, her entire body started to quiver.

Tony walked up to the bathroom door holding two steaming hot cups, "Ziva?" He whispered, "Do you want your tea now?"

"I'm cumming, Tony, I'm cumming." Ziva moaned.

"Did you say come in, Ziva?" Tony asked, not hearing exactly what she said, he cradled both drinks in his left hand and turned the handle, opening the door. He stepped inside, he froze, mesmerized by Ziva's intense orgasm, his mind lost all track of meaning until he spilled one of hot beverages on his hand, "Ow, shit!"

Ziva opened her eyes, turning her head towards Tony, she tried to speak, but couldn't.

"Oh, God, I'm...well, your tea? Right, later, ummm." Tony babbled, "Okay then, I'll let you get back to what you were doing. Sorry." He gritted his teeth and quickly left.

Ziva slipped down the tub, trying to hide, the only things above water were her eyes and nose, she gasped as water poured into her mouth, she blew hard, sending water and soap bubbles into the air, revelling in her orgasm, but also embarrassed by it.

Author Note #1 - Today's insomnia medication is "Trazodone," whatever that is.

Author Note #2 - There's nothing worse than visiting McDonalds at 3 am and realizing they are no longer serving double cheeseburgers. You McSuck!

Author Note #3 - Does anything look good in yellow? Honestly?

Author Note #4 - Bananas! In! Pajamas!