Chapter Seven Perfection (Warning: Mature Detail Enclosed XD)

Ziva climbed off the plane and walked through the sand, letting the heat hit the back of her neck. She saw a marine and walked towards him, knowing he was the one here to pick her up.

"Agent David." He nodded his head to her. "You ready?"

Ziva nodded, "as I can ever be." She wasn't drained from the flight, she was ready to get going. Most of it came from her determination to get Tony home. To even just see Tony and touch him.

"Good. Lets go." He lead the young agent to the car as another marine packed her gear into it.

Ziva got in and looked out the window. Staring at all the dirt she could picture Tony's face. Staring at her. Please stay safe Tony. I am almost there.

Tony walked carefully towards Thabit and his terrorist circle house. Fear clenched in his throat. This could be the last time he ever see the outside again. But he had to get in there and get the rest of his things. Gingerly he knocked, bracing himself for what was to come. The door opened and he was met by Aswad.

"You have a lot of courage to be coming back Zafir." Aswad responded seeing him.

"I didn't do it though Aswad." Tony replied. Hoping the assistant to the man who probably wanted to kill him would believe him. "Please let me come in long enough to get my things and I will leave."

"You promise?" Aswad looked weary, and Tony didn't blame him. Aswad's ass was the one that was gonna get kicked if anything happened, if Thabit found out.

"Yes. I promise." Tony nodded.

Slowly Aswad allowed him in. "Hurry." He spat. Then he went to distract Thabit.

Tony quickly went upstairs and went into the room he had. After he walked in the door behind him slammed. He paused, knowing this could be bad.

"You have nerve coming back here." A voice hissed in perfect Arabic.

Tony clenched his eyes shut. He knew his end was coming. Wait, that's not-

"ZIVA!" Tony opened his eyes as he turned. Quick enough to be tackled by his ninja. "Ziva!" He held her close to him and breathed in her smell. She was more gorgeous then ever. After they pulled away he drank in her sight. His eyes caressing every feature, memorizing each thing about her.

"Tony!" Ziva had melted in his arms and now as she looked at him her smile couldn't be replaced. Tony was okay! Scratched, but okay. "You're alive."

"Of course I'm alive. I contacted you guys." Tony smiled.

Ziva chuckled and hugged him again. She was unable to be the Ziva who was calm and never showed her emotions, Tony was okay and standing in front of her.

"Come on. We should get out of here."

Tony grabbed his things and looked at Ziva, "how?"

Ziva smiled and made a "shh" finger. Silently, she grabbed his hand and led the way to the small window, she climbed out with ease, and fell to the ground. "Bag." she whispered in Arabic to keep from being caught.

Tony dropped it into her open arms then did the same she did after she moved.

Then as if they were two teens sneaking out, they ran, laughs suppressed until they made it safely away. They went into the building they'd stay at until they were brought home.

Ziva set Tony's bag next to hers as Tony shut the door. She turned and met him.

Their lips connected in a kiss. His arms wrapped around her, enfolding her into him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head closer to her, making the kiss deeper.

Finally Tony picked her up, carried her to the bed and set her down.

Ziva pulled away and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as she undressed him. He did the same and the two made love. A nice passionate moment passed between them. Finally back together again. As if they were made out of the same mold. They were made for each other. Perfection, at its best.

A/N: Worth the wait yes? Hehe I hope you enjoyed! Tell me what you think. I thrive for comments. Favs and Alerts I will tolerate though. But. It will be nice. ;) Until next time, happy reading! :D