A/N: Here's the next chapter.. And one should be posted later.. And possibly one after that…maybe…
Believe it or not, this was not the song I had planned for this chapter…I actually had something TOTALLY different in here… but then this song came on the music player and seemed to fit so much better…So I changed it.
Song: Wink- Neal McCoy ( I don't own!)
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(P.S.S.) Sorry for the numerous notifications…FF .net is being funny with this chapter.. It isn't uploading correctly!! And I have no clue why.. Hopefully the " third time is a charm" idiom holds…..
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Tony groaned and opened his eyes. The sunlight was blinding. So much for not having a hangover- something he remember specifically telling Abby wouldn't happen at the bar last night- after downing somewhere around fifteen shots of Jose Cuervo… maybe more, maybe less. Oh he was going kill Abby… That is if Gibbs didn't kill him for being almost half an hour late already! With another exaggerated groan, he stumbled out of bed and made it to the kitchen and grabbed a banana before washing his face in the freezing cold water trying to make his brain catch up with his body. This was going to be one hell of a day….
When he walked into the break room at NCIS to get coffee, Ziva and McGee looked at him with raised eyes. "You alright, Tony?" McGee asked cautiously.
Tony gave him a dark look he knew wasn't warranted. He felt horrible already and McGee wasn't helping. "Did I say I wasn't Probie?" Tony grabbed a cup of coffee and made a face at the horrid smell.
I woke up this morning
My head fell dense
I splashed it with water tryin' to make it make sense
I stumbled to the kitchen
"Sorry," McGee said rolling his eyes and grabbing a candy bar from the snack machine before making an exit.
"This is not coffee," he said after taking a small drink and wincing at the taste. Ziva rolled her eyes. "We've all known that for a long time, Tony."
"And no one asked you, Ziva," he snapped. Ziva sighed and grabbed a small clear container full of some odd spice. IF he didn't know any better, he'd say she was going to offer him marijuana. He mentally shook himself. Ziva wouldn't harbor illegal drugs…ah but she did protect a killer. Great, his brain chose now to remind him of THAT. He watched as Ziva came very close, almost touching her body to his, and put some of the green shreds in his coffee, stirring it briefly and stepping away, back to her position at the sink. He frowned an sniffed it.
"I'm not going to poison you, Tony. I know many other less obvious ways to do so if I really wanted to." She added some to her own drink. "And don't tell McGee, he'll use it up like it was candy,"
He ignored her and sipped the drink. Whoa.. What the hell? It was stronger and didn't taste AS funny as it had two minutes ago. He glanced at Ziva to find her watching him with an amused smile.
"Better?" At his nod, she grinned. "Our little secret, yes?" She winked.. Huh…wait…Ziva very rarely did that.. He had to have imagined that.
"Uh… yea, our secret." Damn that was some good stuff, whatever it was.
She was standing at the sink
All she had to do was just gimme that wink
He turned and smiled, his day looking much brighter as he went to his desk. He also noticed Fornell and Gibbs walking out of the elevator together in an obvious argument.
Slam-bam I'm feelin' alright
Troubles take a hike in the blink of an eye
Don't need to psychoanalyze or have a stiff drink
All she's gotta do is just give me that wink
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Three days later, they happened to find themselves in an very….compromising situation. Going after drug lords with the FBI never went the way it was supposed to. Why Gibbs had agreed to help Fornell was beyond Tony… Their back up was missing and they both had lost contact with Gibbs and McGee a while ago. In the mean time, Ziva was being held at gun point, arms held behind her back, and Tony was standing there, his own weapon pointed at the man who had a trained a gun on her. Except he had six other weapons pointed at him from point blank range. What the hell were they supposed to do now?! Two against seven…even he didn't like those odds. And technically, it was one against seven as Ziva wasn't in a position to help him out at the moment. Tony knew if he dropped his weapon, he and Ziva were toast. He knew if he fired, he would be pelted with bullets and dead before he hit the ground. What the hell was he supposed to do!? So much for sticking with Fornell's plan and taking them in quietly. Honestly, the man was a fool sometimes. Smart, but foolish. Marrying one of Gibb's ex-wives proved that. Tony looked around for an opening, some sort of out for him and Ziva. Then he caught her eye. And held it.
She winked. Again. What the hell? Was she trying to tell him something? Obviously she had a plan… He sighed. Keeping his eyes trained on hers he addressed the man holding his friend- friend!? Ok… so she was probably a bit more than that to him.. But now was NOT the time to adress or even think about that angle.
"Alright, Tenak, you win… I'll slowly put my gun down on the count of three." He slowly lowered the gun and himself to the ground. "One," he went a bit farther, aware everyone in the room was watching. "Two," he was now on the floor, arm outstretched, gun held lightly in his grasp. Tony stretched his body to match his arm. "Three." he let go of the gun and was not disappointed when he heard Tenak gasp. Ziva had elbowed him.
Well it's her way of sayin' she's on my side
An unspoken message that works everytime
When my brain starts smokin'
And I can't even think
All she's gotta do is just give me that wink
Tony grabbed his gun, rolling towards Tenak, knowing his lackeys would never dare attempt to shoot their boss. He rolled behind him and Ziva, standing and holding a gun to Tenak's head, using him a shield for him and Ziva. Her gun had been taken and tossed somewhere.
"Back off or I shoot your beloved boss," Tony threatened, his gun pressing into the man's temple, locking his arms behind his back in a vise like grip. Ziva stood behind him slightly and Tony motioned to one of the other men. "Throw your gun over here and don't do anything stupid unless you want his brains everywhere."
They stood, silent, not moving. Tony tightened his grip and at Tenak's yell to listen, the idiot tossed the gun, a semi automatic, towards her, which she caught with ease. Talk about Ninja powers.
Slam-bam I'm feelin' alright
Troubles take a hike in the blink of an eye
Don't need to psychoanalyze or have a stiff drink
All she's gotta do is just give me that wink
They began to move as one, towards the exit, never letting Tenak go or stepping front of the man so that one of his runners could have a clear shot. Ziva kept her weapon trained on them as they moved out the door.
"Freeze, FBI!" Tony and Ziva heard the call and rolled their eyes. Both turned around and Tony smirked.
"Running a bit late, aren't you Fornell?" "DiNozzo, I suggest you let the guy your holding go and get your ass over here. You too Ziva," Gibbs voice carried to them. "We have our own work to do without picking up after Fornell's incompetence."
Handing off Tenak to one of the FBI agents while the others swarmed the building, he grinned.
"Whatever you say boss." He glanced at Ziva. Apparently it looked like some trust was established between them again. IF not, they wouldn't have made it out of there alive.
In this complicated world
It may sound absurd
But simple little things are the miracle cure
Push to the limit I'm standin' at the brink
All she's gotta do is just give me that wink
And Tony was glad for that. It was a slow start. Very slow, but he'd take that over the last three months of torture any day.
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