Okay, so just to clear a couple of things up for you guys...
One...sorry for the late update, we've had lots of stuff to do!
Two...I know that some people were confused about the whole 'Corrado finding out that Tony's a cop'. Well...we've got an answer for you. When Tony was following Corrado with Ziva, he was wearing just a plain old sweater with nothing on it. Now when Corrado found out that he was a cop was when Tony wore his NCIS sweatshirt to go out to lunch with Ziva, meaning that he wasn't 'on duty' at the time that Corrado found out. Corrado also didn't 'bust' Tony for being a cop because one...he was outnumbered. By a lot. And two...he was on water. He didn't have that far away to run. Or to get lost in a crowd or whatever. And there really wasn't much point for busting him, because that would mean admitting to what he was doing.
ANYWAYS!
We just thought that we'd clear that up for some people, so...please read and enjoy! And review, of course!
Tony opened his eyes the next morning, and pulled the naked form closer to his own, "Good morning." He mumbled. Ziva turned over so that she was pressed against his chest.
"Shalom." Was her reply. It became silent for several minutes, and Tony took this time to take in her wonderful smell. Her skin smelled of lavender and her hair smelled of coconut.
And it was perfect.
He dragged his hand up her arm, his fingertips tickling her skin as he did so, "Last night was..."
Ziva chuckled, "Yes it was." She agreed. She looked up at him, and he looked down, "So you have no regrets?"
He shook his head, "No way, Zi." She smiled and he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, the kiss turning passionate quickly. He reluctantly broke the kiss, "We have a shift soon." He commented. He let his hand run down her body and onto her side, "But we should probably get dressed before we go."
Ziva chuckled, "You think anyone would notice?"
Tony laughed, kissing her on the forehead before slipping out of the bed, pulling a fresh pair of boxers on, "Well, Zi, they might not notice me, but they'll sure as hell notice you."
Ziva chuckled before she, too, got out of bed, putting on the same clothes she had on before Tony ripped them off of her. She smiled contently.
She really didn't mind it.
"I am going to shower." She announced, stepping into the hallway. Tony quickly followed her, walking into her much colder room with her.
"Want some company?" He asked, biting his bottom lip as he did so. Ziva couldn't help but grin, only because he was so damn cute. He practically ran out the room, and Ziva followed into the 'shower room'. Tony was about to place a kiss on her lips and have his way with her, again, when the door flew open and a very, very hungover Jason slugged into the room. Tony let go of Ziva and put his hands on his hips, "Morning sunshine!" He said loudly.
"Go to hell, DiNozzo." Jason returned as he walked into one of the stalls, throwing his clothes over as he turned on the water.
Tony turned to Ziva and was about to kiss her again when she pushed him away, both hands on his chest, "Tony, no."
He frowned, "Why?"
"Jason's over there." She whispered.
Tony stared at her as if she was supposed to say something else, "...and your point?"
"He will hear us."
Tony chuckled sarcastically, "I don't give a damn." He leaned in to kiss her again and managed to kiss her lightly before she pushed him away. He groaned, frustrated, "Ziva why do you care what he thinks?"
"I don't, Tony. But if he hears us he will cause problems."
Tony groaned, for he knew in the back of his mind that she was right. If he...had his way with her, and she screamed like she did the previous night, Jason would use it to his advantage and make sexual comments.
And then, Tony would have no choice but to pull out his SIG and shoot the man.
Repeatedly.
And that would be bad.
He sighed deeply and settled on a simple kiss on her lips before getting into his own shower.
Without Ziva.
They finished their showers quickly and...separately, before walking to the watch room, where the two FBI agents sat. "Morning." They said, almost in unison. Terri picked up a white paper bag and moved it towards Tony, "Breakfast."
Tony picked it up and opened it, looking inside before picking up the breakfast burrito. "Thanks." He said, handing that one to Ziva and retrieving the other out of the bag. Terri turned around in the chair, so that she was facing Tony and Ziva, who were sitting on the bed, eating their breakfast in silence.
"You two okay?" She asked. Tony and Ziva looked at each other and then back at her.
"We're fine." Tony replied.
"That's good." She said, "Heard you two were acting weird around each other."
Tony was about to respond when the door flew open, as Agent Jason Scott walked into the room, sighing as he flopped down in one of the chairs. Terri turned to him, "How you feeling, Jace?" She asked and he glared at her. She chuckled, "Didn't get any sleep?"
"Well I would've but there was a lot of noise last night." Tony and Ziva looked at each other nervously, for they really didn't lose what they started because the FBI team wanted to start trouble.
Russell laughed, "Yeah, we heard them too."
"Yeah, well, Russ, I'm sure that's the first time you've heard something like that." Russell rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the monitor as Jason continued, "Those two people must've been on a honeymoon or something. Though I don't know why anyone would choose this piece of paradise for their honeymoon spot."
"I'm sure it would be a hell of a lot better if it was actually warm in here." Terri said, "I was freezing last night."
From his position on the bed, Tony laughed, "Really? I was really...warm, actually." Ziva cut her eyes to her partner and took another bite out of her burrito.
"Well, yeah, Dipzo, that's because you've got the warmest room." Jason commented.
Tony laughed and took a bite, and then spoke with his mouth full of food, "Yeah." He said, looking at Ziva, "Something like that."
Jason stood up from the chair he was slouched in, walking over to the white paper bag, looking inside it, "You had to get burritos?"
Terri laughed sarcastically, "You don't have to eat them!"
Groaning, he took one of them out of the bag and walked back over to the chair, flopping in it again, "I wish I knew who those two 'screamers' were. I'd like to give them a piece of my mind."
Terri rolled her eyes, "Well you really have no way of finding out." Terri said, walking past him and to the restroom patting him on the shoulder as she passed him, "Get over it."
"Get over it." He mocked. The room became silent until Jason started to laugh, loudly, "I got it!" Tony, Ziva, and Russell stared at him, confused, "We can get geek here to hack into the hotel and find out what room those two idiots are in."
"We?" Tony said, glancing at Ziva as he walked over to Jason, "I don't think so. I want no part and this. Leave the happy couple alone."
"They expect to have sex...loud sex...and disrupt my sleep all night and get away with it? I don't think so." Jason said.
Standing up, Ziva walked over, standing behind Tony with her arms across her chest, "I agree with Tony." She commented.
Jason scoffed, "Of course you do. Hey DiNozzo, why don't you bend over a little further so Ziva can kiss your ass a little easier?" Ziva quickly put her hands on Tony's shoulders, pressing down on them so he couldn't stand up.
"Let it go, Tony." She said softly.
Jason moved over to Russell, "Do it." He said.
"What if I don't want to?" Russell replied.
"I don't care, do it." Jason said. Russell rolled his eyes and typed rapidly on his keyboard, several screens popping up at once.
"McGee could've done that faster." Tony mumbled, causing Ziva to laugh.
Terri walked out of the bathroom, "What are you doing?"
"Finding out who kept me up last night."
"I already know who kept you up, Jason." Terri said, walking over and collecting her personal bag, "First name Al last name Cohol." She walked to the door, "DiNozzo, David, have fun on your shift." She said, and then closed the door behind her.
"Sorry Jason, the only people booked in the hotel are us."
"I know what I heard, Russell."
"Well whoever it was must've broke in or...it could've been employees."
"What the hell ever, Nerd." Jason got up and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Russell sighed and stood from the computer, "Have a nice day." He said, and then he too left the room. Tony turned around in his chair and pulled Ziva down into his lap, placing a kiss on her lips.
"That was close." He said, continuing his kisses down her neck. Ziva laughed and kissed him before standing on her feet again, moving over to her own chair. "So what is our little buddy Corrado up to today?" Ziva wrapped her arms around herself, pulling Tony's sweatshirt sleeves over her hands again, "You cold, sweetcheeks?"
She smiled at him, "Yes, I am."
He reached over and pulled her rolling chair closer to his, "I know a way we can warm up."
"I know a way as well, Tony." She stood from her chair, a smile on her face, "I will go and get my sweater."
Tony chuckled sarcastically as the door opened and closed.
That definitely wasn't what he had in mind.
Sighing, he stood up, running a hand through his hair as he crossed the floor, grabbing the NCIS laptop off of the dresser, deciding that, since Corrado was still asleep, he'd go on ahead and 'check in' to headquarters back in DC.
Opening it up and smacking a couple of buttons, the screen appeared and Tony watched as McGee's face appeared on the screen, solely him in the lab, "McGoo!" Tony grinned, greeting him with a cheery attitude.
"Well Tony, I hate to say this, but it's actually nice to see this part of you." He smiled and Tony eyed him, raising an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?" He demanded.
McGee paused a moment before realizing that this wasn't exactly the best time or place to start this, "Nothing." He finally decided, "So how's Rome? You and Ziva getting along?" He teased, even though he knew the answer to that question.
Oh how he knew.
It was like they were a car crash, last night, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from them.
It disgusted him...almost.
No, on second thought? It really disgusted him.
Deciding not to think about that, he tried to change the subject when Tony opened his mouth to speak again, "Oh no, McTrickery, don't try to change the subject! What are you talking about, seeing this part of me? I haven't changed! Well, maybe got a little hotter, but...what can I say? This hotel is icy cold and...well...I'm hot like lava, McVolcano."
"The hotel is 'icy cold'?" McGee questioned and Tony nodded.
"Yup. The heater went out a couple of days ago." He looked towards the door and then leaned forwards, "Even Ziva wanted to borrow my sweatshirt." He wiggled his eyebrows and McGee rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, that wasn't the only thing she 'borrowed'."
Tony eyed him, carefully, with one eye, his heart rate accelerating slightly. Did he know? About their...session last night? But how could he...? "What are you talking about?" He demanded, "This is the last time I'm asking. Next time I'll jump through this laptop-" he pointed towards it, "-and strangle you for the answer."
Tim stared at him for a while before looking around and leaning towards the webcam, nearly whispering, "I saw yours and Ziva's...session...last night."
"You were peeping?!" He nearly shouted, in shock, "It's not a peeping Tom anymore! It's peeping 'Tim'!"
McGee rolled his eyes, "Look, Tony..." He groaned, "It wasn't exactly what I wanted to see when I went to talk to you last night. Well...I only saw stuff when you guys got closer to the edge of the bed." He grinned, "Damn..." He whistled, "Ziva's got a nice body..."
Tony slammed his fist down on the table, "Probie!" He scolded, nearly shouting as Tim quickly shut his mouth.
"Right, boss. I mean, Tony...right, Tony..." He sighed, "Look, how are you two gonna get it past Gibbs? Aren't you breaking rule twelve or something?"
Tony struggled with his words. If he admitted that they were breaking rule twelve...to Timothy McGee of all people...they would be dead. Telling Tim a secret is like Brad Pitt telling the press that he and Jennifer Aniston secretly had a love child and were married, and not expecting it to leak out.
Basically, it was a bad idea.
Period.
He had to think of a lie, and fast. He didn't know when Ziva was going to be back from getting her sweater. He glanced down at his watch. She had been gone a long time...
"No." He finally said, "We're not breaking rule twelve, probie."
McGee furrowed his eyebrows together and stared at him, "What?" He questioned, "But...you two...had sex!" He blurted out.
"Yeah, but it meant nothing, McGoo." Tony leaned back and grinned, holding his hands wide, "Come on...I'm Tony DiNozzo! Commitment just doesn't fit into my schedule. Besides, that was just playful fun. Ziva and I only did it cause we wanted to be warmer. I told you the heater broke, right? She cuddled with me on bed in an attempt to conserve body heat and next thing you know, one thing led to another, we started kissing...clothes started coming off...and I'm pretty sure you know the rest." He paused, crossing his arms, "Stop watching my sexcapades, Peeping Tim." He almost spat at him.
"So let me get this straight...you had sex with Ziva just to have body warmth and nothing else?"
Tony nodded and changed to a western accent, "That's about right, partner!"
McGee, from behind him, heard the door open and close and he looked back at him, "I gotta go..." He sighed, "You...uh...yeah...bye." and the camera feed went dead. He closed the laptop and set it down on the dresser, running a hand through his hair.
He felt horrible.
He hadn't meant any of that, he just wanted to save both his and Ziva's asses from Gibbs.
Well...at least Ziva didn't hear any of that...
Outside of the door, Ziva could literally feel the blood boiling in her veins, and she felt the urge to kick something.
Or hurt someone.
She had just slept with Tony DiNozzo, and she honestly thought that he shared the same feelings with her and that she just wasn't another one of those 'meaningless sex' things he had with other meaningless women.
Shaking her head she leaned her head back against the wall, hot angry tears threatening to fall out of her eyes and down her cheeks.
One thought ran through her mind: how could she be so stupid?
FBI Agent Jason Scott groaned, his headache from his hangover dying down.
He had taken more advil than he could count, which he didn't necessarily think was the best for him, but he did anyways.
Terri and Russell had been in and out of their room all morning trying to find a good hangover drink. Tony had actually offered his own hangover recipe, but Jason was sure that the little nut was going to put something crazy in it that might make his headache worse or ultimately kill him.
Finally, Terri and Russell had gotten annoyed with the persistence of Jason and his stupid drink, so they both left him alone with the disgusting smells and concoctions in his room as well as with all of the ingredients.
He flopped down on his bed and put his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling, groaning. He was so tired.
He checked his watch.
He had the next shift with Terri since Russell was supposed to have a double shift yesterday if they hadn't gotten on that yacht. His shift was in about three hours, which wasn't enough time to sleep and make up for the amount of hours he had laid there listening to those stupid honeymoon people going at it.
He tried to make it better and imagine Ziva doing that to him, but that didn't work.
And what was even more disturbing was that Russell thought that it was 'kinda hot'.
That was when Jason kicked him out of his room.
Literally.
He shook his head and stared at the ceiling some more, shaking his head almost too many times to count. He almost made his headache worse.
Almost.
Jason really didn't think it could get much worse.
He rubbed his eyes with his fist before it was determined.
He had to figure out who this joker was.
And now.
He decided to head down to the lobby, since Russell already said that the only people that were actually willing to room in this crap hole were both of their teams, ready to chew out the manager.
If it was two of his employees going at it...
He walked down the stairs, since the elevator was broken, Jason wasn't really shocked, and all but slammed his fist down on the counter, causing the man there to jump up in shock, "Oh mio dio!" He gasped.
"You speak English?" he demanded and he nodded feverishly.
"Si!"
"Great." He gave him a sarcastic smile, "Then you can tell me why the hell your two employees kept us up all night?"
He furrowed his eyebrows together and stared at him, "Excuse me?"
He laughed, "What part don't you understand?" He questioned, "Which. Two. Employees. Had. Sex. Upstairs."
It was the man's turn to laugh, "I think you are mistaken...the only two employees that had the uh...night shift? Last night were two...men."
Jason frowned. He definitely heard a woman and a man, "Do they have girlfriends?"
He shook his head, "No. They keep to themselves."
Jason growled as he ran a hand through his hair, turning and resting only one arm on the counter.
If neither of the two employees last night caused all that noise, and his team and Tony and Ziva were the only people booked in the hotel, and he knew that he wasn't the cause of the noise, obviously, and that Terri and Russell would not hook up (especially because he knew what Terri sounded like in bed, and she wasn't a screamer) that left...
The two that wanted them to leave the happy couple alone.
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Tony didn't know what her problem was.
He wondered briefly if she couldn't find the sweater she wanted, and that caused her sour mood. But not finding a sweater that she wanted and pouting about it wasn't like Ziva.
But ever since she came back from looking for the sweater, she'd been giving him one worded answers, and would barley even look his way. He then left her alone for a while. He looked down at his watch, and now, it was time to try again.
"So, Ziva, you wanna grab a bite to eat after our shift?"
"No thank you." She said quickly.
He nodded, "O-kay." Well, it was sort of an improvement. She said three words, "Okay...maybe a movie? I don't know where we're going to find a DVD player in this crap hole but we can certainly try."
He waited.
No response.
She didn't even look at him. She just sat there, in her chair, reading her book, occasionally looking at the screen that contained Corrado, who coincidentally was also reading a book. He studied her wardrobe, and she now had on a long sleeved shirt that was as thin as toilet paper and he knew she was freezing.
He gulped, hoping that his next question wouldn't cause her to pull a gun on him, "Hey is uh...something bothering you?"
"I am fine." She snapped. She turned the page in her book. Tony continued to stare.
"You sure? You seem like somethings...bo-"
She rolled her eyes and slammed her book closed, turning in her chair to stare at him, "I am fine!" She practically yelled. Tony sighed, stood from his chair and began to walk towards her.
"Look babe, you really are acting-"
She too stood up, causing him to stop in his tracks. She looked dead into his eyes, "Do not 'babe' me." She said through her teeth, "I am not your 'babe'."
He furrowed his eyebrows together, "Geez, sorry, I'll call you...sweetcheeks. You like that name." He wrapped his arms around her waist and she quickly walked from his grip.
"Do not call me anything but Ziva or Officer David. And do not touch me."
"Alright, what the hell is wrong with you?" Tony asked, his voice rising as he spoke.
Across the hall, Jason turned over in his bed as he heard voices through his door.
And then the yelling continued. "That's it." He said to himself, storming out of his bed, as his body still ached for sleep. He started to storm into the 'watch' room, after deciding that's where the noise was coming from. But then he stopped.
It was Special Agent Tony DiNozzo and Mossad Liaison Officer Ziva David.
They were arguing.
Loudly.
And he loved it.
"Is that what kind of person you think I am, Tony?" She said.
He was confused, "What?"
"The kind of person that you are."
"Ziva I don't know what you're talking about!" He yelled, frustrated.
"Do not worry, Tony. I understand that last night was only a mistake."
He sighed, closing his eyes, and then rubbing them with his finger and thumb, "Ziva, you got this all wrong..."
"I heard you, Tony." She interrupted.
"No, listen..."
"There is no need for me to listen. I heard everything you had to say."
"Ziva will you stop?! I'm trying to tell you..."
"I heard you, DiNozzo!" She repeated, but then she spoke through her teeth, "I am not one of your pimphoes that you can sleep with when you 'want some'."
"Pimphoes? I think you mean bimbo's, but I do not think of you that way!" Tony sighed and walked closer to her, lowering his voice this time as he spoke, "I only said that..."
"It does not matter, Tony. When we return to DC I will request to be transferred to another team." She only stared into his green eyes for a few seconds more before walking around him and back to her chair, back to her book. A tear rolled down her cheek but she quickly wiped it away.
Her mind raced.
How could something mean so much to her, but mean nothing to him?
She truly didn't know.
Outside of the door, Jason smiled and then walked into his own room. He lay down on his bed, a smile stretched across his face as he closed his eyes, trying to sleep.
Now, Tony and Ziva were right where he needed them to be.
And he didn't have to do a thing.
A few minutes of silence passed and Tony had to try again. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, walking over to her again, "Ziva..." She glared at him and quickly stood, leaving her book on the table as she started to leave the room, Tony stood with his arms wide, confused, "Where in the hell are you going? I'm trying to talk to you, Ziva!" As the door closed, he groaned and sat down in one of the chairs, burying his head in his hands.
Ziva stood outside the door for several seconds before letting out a small sigh, heading to the vending machines. She wrapped her arms around herself, hoping that it would somehow help her to become warmer. She truly missed Tony's OSU sweatshirt, but she wasn't about to put that back on.
Ever.
She bought a pack of Skittles and sat down at the table, turning it in her hands. She sighed and supported her head with one of her arms, continuing to turn the pack with the other hand. All she could think about were Tony's words.
It meant nothing.
She fought the tears that flooded her eyes and threw the red package against the wall, Skittles flying in every direction.
It meant something to her.
She put both of her arms on the table and buried her head in them. She stayed in that position until she heard someone walk in. She looked up and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. Much to her relief, it wasn't Tony.
Jason.
He looked around the room for a few seconds before walking over to the coffee machine, pouring himself a cup, "So, did you uh, get tired of tasting the rainbow?" He asked, a small smile on his face. She shook her head and he continued, "Well at least you gave the room a little color." She let the corners of her mouth tug upwards just slightly. "Are you okay?"
She nodded, "I am fine, thank you Jason."
"Alright. Talk to you later." He said, and with that, he left the room. She returned to her previous position and thoughts, her mind racing as she sat in the dark, cold room.
She tapped the table repeatedly with her fingernail, the noise vibrating through the room.
How could Tony be so...
There wasn't even a word to describe how she was feeling at the moment.
She was feeling hurt, betrayed, like she had just been run over by Gibbs late for his morning coffee.
But the really question was...how could Tony do this to her? She had honestly thought that he had changed from the womanizer he was when she first met him. She knew that Jeanne had changed him, but why did he revert back to his old ways with women?
Was this honestly what he was planning on doing with her?
All the time that they had known each other?
She slammed her fist down on the table. Never before had she felt so angry and betrayed.
But she knew one thing: Tony DiNozzo was going to have to pay for his actions.
But...how?
She ran a hand through her hair, staring down at the brown table underneath her, trying to rack her mind for some way to destroy Tony. Something that would make him fall on his face and explode into a million pieces. Something that would make Tony's blood boil and feel the hurt and betrayal that she had...was...feeling.
But what?
For one, they were in Italy, not DC, so she couldn't just hook up with any of her friends or the other male phone numbers she had stored in her 'missed calls' log from when she had had just a little too much to drink at a bar and exchanged phone numbers.
There wasn't any other guys here that she knew besides Russell and Jason, and Russell surely wouldn't piss Tony off, and Jason woul-
She stopped thinking abruptly, slowly lifting her head up so that she was sitting up straight, the gears in her mind turning as she started thinking.
Jason...Tony hated Jason. How many times a day did she go through listening to 'What did that bastard do to you, Ziva?' and how many times did he call him 'ass hole' or 'bastard' or any other nickname? They never even have said one nice word to each other their entire stay.
And Jason was surely interested in her, I mean it was obvious to her that he wanted her in bed with him.
So if she made her 'feelings' for Jason clear as well...
She let the largest smile she'd had on her face all day grow.
Her evil plan was set.
Standing quickly from the table, she walked up the stairs and into her room, looking into the broken mirror. She made sure that her eyes weren't red and fixed her hair so that it was decent. She normally didn't do that for anybody but Tony, when she was trying to get him to notice her.
But none of that mattered anymore.
She walked from her room and over to Jason's, which is one thing she honestly thought she'd ever be doing. She knocked softly and heard his muffled voice through the door, "Yeah?" Sighing, she turned the handle and slowly walked in. "Hey, what's up?" He asked and then smiled, "I never thought I'd see you in my room." Ziva only smiled and he moved over on the bed, "Here, have a seat." She moved slowly towards him and sat down. "So is there uh...a reason for your visit? Not that I mind."
She couldn't help but smile, "Yes, actually." She swallowed, "I would like to...apologize for the way I have been acting towards you."
Jason smiled, "Ah, it's okay." He threw his arm around her shoulders, "So what's on your mind?"
"Nothing." She replied and he looked at her, "I just...thought somebody was different. And I was wrong."
"DiNozzo?" He said and Ziva sighed, nodding slightly, "What did that bastard do to you?" Ziva couldn't help but snap her eyes up to his.
It was the same question.
But it wasn't from Tony.
Back in the watch room, Tony looked at the door again, confused. Where in the hell did she go? And why was it taking so long? He had to fix things with her, for the previous night meant everything to him. He didn't want anything to change. Sighing, he stood from the chair and walked over to the door, looking both ways in the hall. He then saw Jason's door open, and heard slight voices coming from it. He leaned back into the watch room and looked at the monitor, and Corrado was still eating his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He slipped into the hall, walking silently over to Jason's door and standing next to it, listening to the two people talk.
One of the voice was Jason's, and he should be there, because well, it was his room.
But the other voice is the one that made Tony's blood boil.
Ziva.
He wanted to bust in there and give them both a piece of his mind. But then she started talking again.
Her stomach flipped, "He made me believe that he cared for me in a certain way." She looked at him, "And it was not true. He is the man I thought he was."
Jason shook his head in disbelief, "I'm sorry, Ziva." He looked down at her lap, where her hands were nervously wringing together. He reached over and took one of them, holding it in her lap, "I would never do something like that to any woman. Especially one as gorgeous as you." Ziva smiled at him and had to fight back the tears that threatened to fall. His face was coming toward hers, slowly but surely, "Forget about him." He said softly.
Outside of the room, Tony's fist clenched into a tighter ball.
"I have to see what it's like." Jason said, his lips only inches from hers when the door flew open.
His eyes could kill somebody, and they were aimed right at Jason, "What in the hell do you think you're doing?" He said through his teeth.
Jason stood up quickly and was inches from him, "Get out of my room." He spat.
Ziva knew she had to separate them or it would be a bloodbath...literally. "DiNozzo, lets go." She said, pulling on his shirt to get him out of the room. She pushed him into the watch room and he walked away from her.
"What in the hell was that, Ziva?" She only stared at him, crossing her arms under her chest, "I can't believe you would stoop so low, Ziva." He shook his head, "I never expected something like that from you." Ziva scoffed, uncrossed her arms and walked up to him, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body.
"Get used to it."
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Back in DC, Abby typed on her computer rapidly and stopped when she heard her two of her favorite men walk in the room, Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs holding a Caf-Pow in one hand. "Ok, so this whole two cases at once thing is not working for me."
Gibbs and McGee both laughed, "Whatcha got Abs?"
"Ok, Delvin Williams' last meal was definitely a Big-Mac and some fries."
"Anything on the cell?"
"No, still working on it. 3 years underwater isn't helping much."
"Ok, whatcha got on Corrado?"
"Not much more than I already had, but I did find ties with a Japanese man named Bunko Hikari. He was a bad boy as well and is currently in a Japanese prison for his crimes."
McGee raised an eyebrow, "Bad boy you mean....terrorist?" Gibbs looked at the junior agent and placed a hard slap on the back of his head.
"Do you think, McGee? Abby I need everything on Mr. Hikari. Could be another connection. And I also need to know what is on Williams' cell phone."
McGee groaned and held the back of his head, "And I wonder why my head is deformed."
"Me too." McGee glared at her as she grabbed his arm, "So spill! How was your conversation with DiNozzo this morning? Did he look tired? Overjoyed?"
"How did you know I had a conversation with Tony this morning?"
"Duh! I checked! Spill! How did he act? How?!"
McGee shook his head, "Abby calm down. He acted...like himself."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Tim sighed, "He told me that what he and Ziva did last night didn't mean anything. The heater in the hotel is broken and they were cold and it just...happened." He shook his head and put a tentative hand on her shoulder, "Sorry Abs. I know you wanted a romance thing to happen between them."
"I don't believe it, McGee!" She said, and then started a walk around her station, "It's not true. It can't be! All that tension they've had all these years? No, it meant something."
"Why would Tony lie about that, Abby? If it meant anything to him, he'd be bragging about it."
Abby crossed her arms and shrugged her shoulders, "I don't believe it. I refuse."
McGee sighed and patted her on the back, "Sorry to disappoint you."
Abby sighed and looked at her computer screen. She typed for a few seconds, pulling up the picture she made the entire office take, so that she'd have a picture of all of 'her agents'. She looked right at Tony and Ziva, who were looking at each other, not the camera, with smiles on their faces. "It's not true."
Ziva sat in the corner, on the bed, her knees brought up to her chest in an attempt to stay warm. She wrapped her arms around her legs, resting her chin on top of them, glaring at the back of Tony's head.
Tony sat in his own chair, his arms crossed, his head pounding. Nothing made sense.
Why the hell was Ziva on Jason's bed, holding Jason's hand and almost kissing Jason?
A couple more minutes of angry silence passed between them before Tony finally took in a deep breath and spoke up, "You almost kissed Jason."
Ziva, on the bed, stared at him, shivering slightly before realizing the truth of his words. She had almost kissed Jason. Tony was right. She wasn't entirely proud of what had happened in there, but she had successfully managed to get Tony jealous. And let him have a taste of his own medicine.
"Yes..." She started, "I almost did." She confirmed. She forgot to tell him that she wasn't exactly proud of it.
"Why?" He questioned, trying desperately to keep the pain out of his voice. He kept his back turned.
"Because he, unlike you, actually cares for me." She said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Enraged, her words piercing him, he turned quickly around, "Excuse me?" He demanded.
"I do not need to repeat myself. You know what I said." She huffed, glaring at him.
"I do care about you." He hissed through his gritted teeth, "More than you know, got that?"
"Then why did last night mean nothing?"
"Damn it, Ziva! Will you just listen to me!" He shouted, exasperated. Women are so ignorant.
"I already did, and if that was a lie, I do not want to listen to any of your others." Before he even had a chance to say something, he watched as she stood up and straightened the bottom of her shirt, walking out of the watch room in a huff.
"Ziva!" he called, "Ziva!" he groaned and then turned back around, sliding down in his chair. Deciding that he better keep his mind off of Ziva, he turned back to the monitor with Corrado, who was talking on the phone with someone.
Furrowing his eyebrows together, he grabbed the headphones off of the table and slipped them on his ears, turning up the volume. He could barely hear him, but it sounded like he was talking about a meet. A meet with who?
He was interrupted by a knock on the door and he groaned, "Damn it! I was trying to listen!" He all but shouted at his visitor.
"Sorry DiNutso." Jason grinned and Tony turned around in his chair to see him leaning up against the side of the door, "I was just seeing if Ziva was in here."
"Why?" He demanded, trying to keep his voice down, and the anger out of his tone.
"None of your business." He smirked and Tony stood up, walking slowly towards him.
"You do understand that she's my partner, right? I'm here to protect her from guys like you."
"Guys like me?" He questioned, gesturing to himself, "Oh, I get it. You're supposed to protect her from guys that are compassionate. From guys that actually care, is that it?"
Tony growled and narrowed his eyes at him, "No. Guys that just want her in bed."
He laughed, "You're such a damn hypocrite."
"What?" He demanded, stepping even closer to him, slower.
"You just want to sleep with her until the sex goes to 'good'."
Tony felt his fingers curl into a fist, "Never." he growled, taking a step towards him, their bodies not even feet from each other as Jason did the same.
"Oh, okay, since you'll 'never' sleep with her...you mind giving me some pointers?"
"The only pointer you're gonna get is to stay the hell away from her."
He laughed, "Oh yeah, that's gonna work." He sarcastically said, "I mean, considering that I'll be sleeping with her soon." He didn't even get to respond though, for Tony felt the anger pulse out of his veins. He made a run at him, shoving him into the wall with a large boom. Jason reacted immediately, shoving Tony back, away from him.
Acting solely on his adrenaline and his anger at the situations that had been played out in front of him, he took a swing, whacking him in the nose. Crying out in pain, his hands subconsciously went up to cover his wound, allowing Tony to take advantage of the moment. He started towards him again when Jason turned and grabbed his wrist tightly in his hand, bending his arm behind him in pain before kneeing him in the small of his back. He fell onto the floor and let out a hiss in pain, pushing both of his hands down onto the ground to help himself up, only to fall back down again.
His right wrist burned in pain and he could literally see it swell up, the bruise already forming.
Turning around onto his back, he looked up at Jason whose red nose was bleeding like crazy, some of the blood dripping down onto his shirt. His hands were also coated in the substance and he wiped his nose again, "I bet Ziva would love to be doing this to you..."
Tony didn't waste a second as he let out a yell, heaving himself off of the ground and throwing himself at him. Jason fell against the bed, shoving it up against the wall with a loud crash. His back hurt insanely, but he managed to stand up and make a full on tackle at Tony, sending him flying on the table, the computers sitting there falling and hitting the floor, the sound system that was connected to Corrado and basically everything flying off of the table and through the window.
The glass broke as Tony's feet went over his head, falling off of the table and into the corner, the plugs sparking slightly as they were yanked out of the wall, the computer monitors laying on their sides.
The door to the watch room opened quickly, revealing Ziva David, her eyes wide like those of a deer in the headlights.
Jason, realizing that Tony was unconscious let out a sigh of relief as he collapsed onto the floor, "What the hell is going on here?" She demanded, noticing the wreckage of the room. It was only then, as her eyes scanned the room, that she noticed the man that was out cold in the corner of the room, "Tony..." She breathed, hurrying past Jason and over to him, brushing some of the hair that fell in front of her face behind her ear. She moved some of the monitors out of the way, most of them broken but some of them completely intact before sitting down on her knees.
Carefully, she reached over and touched his shoulder, gently, "Tony?" She questioned, concern definite in her voice.
She felt all of the anger that she had previously had towards him leave as he didn't move.
Moving her hand to his face, she pushed the hair that was in his face away, her fingertips brushing up against his forehead.
In the doorway, Terri and Russell quickly stopped, watching the two before noticing Jason, who was trying to get the bleeding to stop in his nose. Terri motioned for Russell to go to the bathroom and get some paper towels for the FBI agent. He nodded and then left Terri standing there staring at Jason and then staring at Tony and Ziva.
"What happened?" Terri questioned, and Ziva turned away from Tony to look at Jason, waiting for his answer.
"I...uh...DiCrazy and I got into a fight."
Terri rolled her eyes, "We can see that, Jace. I guess the real question is...why were you fighting?"
"Oh." Jason started, but stopped when Russell entered the room, a wad of paper towels in his hands. He handed it to Jason and he took it, holding it to his nose as he spoke, his tone nasally, "Well we kinda...he pissed me off, okay?"
Terri and Ziva looked at each other, Ziva glancing back at the out cold Tony once again, "Why did he piss you off?" Terri questioned, squatting down next to him.
Jason looked at Ziva, who stared at him with unreadable eyes. He gulped and then went to respond, trying to rack his brain for anything besides 'We were fighting over you, Ziva.' Thankfully, as if to save him from answering, Tony groaned from his position in the corner, causing all attention to be moved from Jason to Tony.
Ziva turned back towards him and he blinked his eyes open, "Tony?" She questioned and he looked up at her, his green eyes larger than normal.
"Ziva..." He started as he went to sit up, Ziva helping him in the process, "What...what happened?" He questioned, lifting a hand up to his head before hissing in pain. Ziva cringed and took his hand carefully in hers, running her thumb over his wrist.
"You and Jason got into a fight." She started, and Tony remembered, "You fractured your wrist." She commented and Tony stared at her.
"I..." He started and Ziva looked over his face, noting the small cut right underneath his hair.
She resisted the urge to reach up and touch it.
"Come on, let's get you up." Ziva started, standing up and wrapping her arms around his waist, pulling him up so that he was standing upright. As far as Ziva could see, Tony didn't have any other injuries besides the couple other bruises and cuts.
She helped him towards the chair, sitting him down and making sure he was comfortable before stepping back and staring down at him. He looked up at her as Terri helped Jason up, "Thanks, Ziva..." he muttered, "I...I'm sorry." He nodded, sincerely, looking up at her.
Suddenly, everything came racing back at her.
Why they were fighting.
Why she was mad at him in the first place....
She didn't say anything as she walked past him and out of the room, leaving him alone in his thoughts, his fractured wrist pulsing in pain.
"Well this thing is shot." Russell commented as he walked into the watch room with Terri and Jason, who were getting ready for their shift in about thirty minutes. He had gone to retrieve the listening device that had crashed through the window and landed down on the concrete pavement below during the rumble.
Tony glanced at him and then at the device in his hands before turning back to his spot that he had been rooted in since Ziva had left.
It appeared that the only 'real' injury that Tony sustained was a fractured wrist, the only 'real' injury Jason obtained was a broken nose, which was now taped up.
The two had insisted that they didn't need to go to the hospital, for they had a first aid kit with them. Terri had taped up his wrist afters she had taped up Jason's nose, causing him to look rather hilarious.
Tony had to try not to laugh.
Terri sighed as Russell sat down. He had gotten annoyed that Jason and Tony had managed to break two of the monitors, two that he believed were extremely vital for what they were trying to accomplish.
Tony didn't care.
It didn't appear that Jason really cared either.
Terri sighed, "We're gonna have to use the back-up then, huh?" She questioned and Russell looked at her before nodding.
"Yeah, but that runs on a different frequency than the ones that we set up in Corrado's building." he commented.
"Well how'd you put them in before?" Tony demanded.
"He wasn't there before, DiNozzo." Terri explained and Tony sighed.
Jason laughed, a little coldly, "Then how the hell are we gonna put new devices back in there?" He demanded and everyone just looked down, unsure of what to say....they honestly didn't know how.
"Yeah," Russell laughed, "It's not like we have super powers or something."
Tony grinned, "We've got a ninja."
They all looked at him and he let his smile fall, "But Russell or Terri'll have to talk to her." He finished, looking down at his hands.
"Ziva's a...ninja?" Russell asked, in awe, and Tony nodded.
"Yeah..." He started, "Well...Mossad Assassin that was trained to be a ninja. It's in her blood. Or training. Whichever one you choose."
"You uh....wanna go talk to her?" Russell questioned Terri, and she shook her head.
"No, that's okay." She smiled and Russell sighed.
"Ask who what?" All four of them turned and looked at Ziva, who was standing in the doorway.
"You." Terri started and then nudged Russell.
"Yeah....uh...we were gonna see if you could uh...well if you wanted to...uh...go into Corrado's house and put these new listening devices in...yeah..." He finished, letting out a sigh.
She stared at him for a second or two before shrugging, "Okay."
Ziva was annoyed.
It was the fifth time in the past fifteen minutes that Russell had made her go into a different room and perform and mic and video test for her earwig and camera necklace.
He motioned for her to go into the other room again when Ziva groaned, "If you make me do that one more time, I swear I will kill you!"
Russell fumbled on his words before nodding vigurously and handing her the small listening devices that she was supposed to plant. He pulled out a blueprint and aerial shots of the building, explaining where to place them.
Tony tried not to act concerned as he watched her adjust her camera before leaving the room.
Once she was gone, Tony all but shoved Russell away from the monitor, the only one that was up and functioning at the moment, and snatched the headphones off from around Russell's neck, placing them on his ears as he sat down in the chair, watching as the camera moved while she walked.
They had to wait until it was dark and Corrado went to bed, resulting it that being around one in the morning.
The camera itself was giving a rather dark image, but Tony expected that as she walked outside.
Looking around and noticing that no one was outside, she started down the alley between the hotel and the building that Corrado was staying in, starting towards the fire escape ladder. Looking around once more, she made a jump, grasping onto the bottom rung of the ladder before hoisting herself up.
To everyone's amazement, she didn't make a sound.
She managed her way up the ladder before she realized that she had to open up the window. Using two hands, she started opening it up.
"Ziva..." She heard Russell say into her earwig, "Be quiet...the room you're trying to get into is Corrado's bedroom."
She paused before opening it up just a little more. Through the camera, Terri furrowed her eyebrows together as she determined the size of the hole she had made, "Uh...how's she gonna make it through that?" She questioned and Tony smirked.
"Just watch."
She shimmied through the opening, her soft feet padded as she landed on the floor. Closing the window behind her, she hurriedly tip-toed towards his bedside table, inserting one listening device into a small crack between two parts of the table.
She paused as she heard Corrado groan and turn over so that he was facing her.
Freezing completely he groaned again.
On the other end of the camera, Tony's breath caught in his throat as he watched Corrado move on the bed through the camera.
Corrado moved back to his original position and Ziva waited just a second or two before moving once again. She hurried out of the bedroom and into the main room where dozens of papers were scattered all over the place. She planted the listening device as she heard Russell in her ear again, "Since you're in there, see if you can find out any contacts or anything that might help us figure out what Corrado has planned."
Ziva sighed and looked towards the bedroom before quietly moving over to a pile of papers, shifting through them, "These are just receipts." She whispered.
"For what?"
"Food...that sort of thing." She whispered, "Oh, but this is interesting..."
On the other end of the line, with the other agents, all they heard was 'this is'; the rest was just a bunch of static.
Russell and Tony looked nervously at each other, "Come again?"
"I...." More static followed, "...listen..." More static followed.
Tony squinted through the darkness of the camera and onto what Ziva was looking at, trying to figure it out, "The radio frequency for her earwig has gone hinky. He must have some equipment in there or something that's interfering with it." Tony started.
"Hey Ziva..." He started, but then stopped as he heard her voice.
"Need you..." She said, and then came in and out with the static, "...help..."
And that was when everything on Tony's end of the feed went black.