I've changed the rating to 'M' on account of a certain scenario. The upcoming chapters will also be 'M' - you'll know why!

Chapter 2:

After Rene Benoit left, Tony prepared to head home. Jeanne, on the other hand, had other ideas. "Where are you going?" She was quite surprised Tony had wanted to go home rather than spend the night with her. "It's been over a week, don't you want to stay?"

He thought for a moment, and the typical 'I have to get up early for work tomorrow' didn't seem to cut it. "Ah, sure," he answered, somewhat preoccupied. Great. Why don't I just chew my own arm off right now and be done with it?

Jeanne smiled. "That's more like it," she cooed.

Tony followed her into the bedroom. When she was in the bathroom he quickly undressed, leaving only his boxers on before getting into the bed. Lying there he felt a sense of dread wash over him. How was he supposed to do this? How could he sleep with her after sleeping with Ziva only a few days previous? Sure, if it were a year ago, even 6 months ago, it wouldn't be a problem. He'd have sex with her but leave before morning. 'Sorry babe, gotta go, early meeting' and he wouldn't think twice about it. In fact he'd probably even brag about it when he got into the office. But now? Things were different. He had an established relationship with Jeanne, and they were exclusive. Except he had cheated on her – with Ziva. His stomach did a flip-flop. By spending the night with Jeanne, he felt more like he was cheating on Ziva, rather than the other way around. He shook his head. His own thoughts were confusing him. One thing he did know for sure was that he didn't want to be in this bed with Jeanne. Simple.

Or was it?

The bathroom door opened and Jeanne slinked across the room, smiling at Tony. She crawled under the covers and snuggled up next to him. Soon she was caressing his chest, her hand moving slowly down to tug on his boxers. A puzzled expression creased her brow.

"You're wearing boxers?" She quizzically asked him.

"Sure. I'm a boxer brief kinda guy, not the tighty-whitey kind." He tried to joke it off.

"Yeah, I know that. But why are you still wearing them?" She wouldn't quit.

"No reason, didn't want you to think all I wanted was sex. There's more to me than that." Ah good one, he thought.

"So, how long is your father in town?" Brilliant segue way, DiNozzo.

"Don't try to change the subject, Tony." Jeanne answered. She reached down to slide her hand inside his boxers, her fingers stroking him.

Tony bit back a sigh. This was not supposed to feel good.

Jeanne smiled wickedly. "That's better," She purred against his chest. As she moved to straddle him, she managed to remove his boxers as she slid down his body. She tossed them aside, moving back up to take him into her mouth. He responded, hardening at her touch almost instinctively. Closing his eyes, he immediately thought of Ziva, her sensuous mouth kissing him, sucking on him. He groaned unconsciously. His entire body tingled, he needed to feel more of her, and he needed to be inside of her, to feel her velvety warmth encase him. Opening his eyes to reach for her he saw Jeanne looking up at him, her mouth still working on him.

A cold shock instantly shot through his veins. Any pleasurable sensation he had been experiencing immediately left his body. Jeanne looked up and stopped what had been doing. An angry, hurt look washed over her face. She scooted over him to lie beside him. "Want to tell me what's going on?" She was not amused.

Tony was staring at the ceiling, trying to pull himself together. He was breathing heavily as thoughts of Jeanne and Ziva intermingled; confusion, desire, disgust all present at once. "Huh?" was all he could manage.

"You know what I mean. You've never had a problem with me doing that to you before."

"Guess it was just a rough day at work, that's all," Tony was quickly trying to think up excuses, anything. What did she want him to say, 'Oh, that. Well you see, it's like this. You don't turn me on anymore, OK?' If only it were that simple.

"Good night Tony." Jeanne rolled over and turned off the bedside lamp, her back facing him from the far side of the bed. If that's how it was going to be, then so be it. He could live with that. For now.

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Tony sat at his desk, yawning. He had gotten next to no sleep the night before, on account of having to stay with Jeanne. She didn't try to touch him again or initiate any lovemaking after his obvious disinterest. He got up early, dressed and hoped to leave before she woke, but this was not to be the case. Jeanne rolled over and sat on her elbows, watching him through sleep-filled eyes. Instead of arguing, she smiled and said she should have been more understanding, and told him she would help him through whatever it was that was bothering him. He gave her a quick kiss and left. Now it was 2.45pm, and if it weren't for a meeting with the Director at 3, he would have crawled off somewhere to get some much-needed shut-eye.

"Big night last night?" Ziva had spent the morning watching him yawn, and knew what that most likely meant. A knot had formed in the pit of her stomach. She knew she had no right to feel that way, but she couldn't help it.

"Only if you call laying awake staring at the ceiling all night a big night." Tony answered without even thinking. He rubbed his sore eyes, sick and tired of the entire 'game'. Him, Jeanne, La Grenouille, the Director and her secrecy of it all, he no longer wished to be a part of it.

Ziva cocked her head to the side. She was not expecting that answer. A part of her was relieved, although she kept it to herself. "Do you need to talk about it?" She asked him.

Tony smiled. "Like the last time we 'talked'?"

Ziva raised her eyebrows as a smirk curled her perfect lips. "Hmm, yes. Perhaps not a good idea."

"Actually I'd like to talk, Ziva." He got up and walked over to her desk. Gibbs was nowhere to be seen and McGee was in the lab with Abby. The office was virtually empty. "There's this little Italian place just around the corner from my condo. Just opened a few weeks ago. How about we meet there for dinner tonight, say, around 8?"

Ziva wasn't sure if Tony was being serious, or just serious about trying to get her into bed again. Either way, she was curious. "9 is better for me." She replied.

Tony watched her as she reached for a pen.

"Well?" Ziva looked up at him.

"Well, what?"

"The address, Tony. I'm going to need it if I'm going to meet you there."

"La Verrecchia. On the corner, 2 blocks south. You can't miss it." He smiled. He was going to tell her all about Jeanne, how it all came about and how the Director wanted him to continue on with the mission even though everyone knew about the original 'La Grenouille' mission now anyway. He knew he was breaking protocol, but this was his life and if he were to ever have Ziva fully trust him again, he had to be honest with her. He was confident she wouldn't ruin his cover, and it was important that she understand his predicament. He needed her support. Perhaps telling her would also help him deal with having to see Jeanne. Ease the guilt. He could only hope.

Tony's phone rang. It was the Director. He'd almost forgotten about his meeting with her at 3pm. Wishful thinking. He headed over to the staircase leading upstairs without bothering to answer the call. It was already 3.05pm and she would be waiting.

TBC…

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