A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews on the last chapter! They mean a lot to me :) OK so this is how it's going to go I think, there's about 8 chapters that I have planned out in my head, and am currently in the process of writing, and I hope to try and update daily, if not every other day, I know what waiting around does to people!
Also this chapter is kind of a soft cliché starter chapter :) don't worry everything will get a lot more interesting!
So enjoy! And reviews would be greatly appreciated :)
Agent Carl Talbert was not one to gossip. He'd had his fair share with them in High School, the girls who constantly spent their lunch huddled in the Cafeteria, relaying stories between them, glancing around them room until their eyes fell on their target and snickering away. Luckily he was never the topic of any of those rumors, but he'd seen what they did to people, and he vowed to bring up his now sixteen year old daughter with morals and compassion for others.
So now he wondered how he'd found himself in this position, a nearing fifty year old man gossiping about the private lives of his colleagues.
It happened last night, you know I passed them in the elevator going home, I'd left my wife's earring on my desk, that I had somehow managed to break, and had frantically spent the day trying to fix it. I heard Agent DiNozzo asking Officer David if she wanted to come over and watch a movie.
"Hold the elevator!" Tony cried as he scrambled to pick up his bag from behind his desk. They'd just finished a very complicated case and had spent the last couple of hours filling in paperwork after paperwork, and he was still no where near done when Gibbs had given them the go ahead to leave for the night.
Rushing over to the elevator he grinned when he saw Ziva with her hand holding the door open, "Thanks".
"Your welcome Tony" They stood side by side, shoulders touching, their opposite hands grabbing onto their bag strap while they waited for the elevator to reach the ground floor.
Tony turned round when the ding sounded that indicated they'd reached their floor, "Hey, listen I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie-" he was cut off by a very flustered Agent rushing straight into the elevator before the doors had fully opened.
The man looked up with an apologetic face, "Sorry DiNozzo, you know my wife and everything, she probably already knows, I don't know why I bother-"
Ziva shot Tony a confused look, he smiled back and turned to the Agent babbling away in the corner. "It's fine Carl, it looks like you've got much more important things to worry about." He gave him a pitying pat on the shoulder and retreated from the elevator, Officer David in tow.
It's not clear whose house they went back to, but it is obvious that Officer David definitely accepted his invitation.
They were curled up on the sofa, the last five minutes of The Untouchables playing on the screen. Ziva had continuously laughed throughout the film at the apparent lack of realism. Which Tony had to keep on reminding her that this was just a film and not everything always happens in true ninja style. This had earned him a punch to the arm, more like a light tickle; Ziva had no intention of hurting him.
Tony pressed the power button on the controller and the room was plunged into darkness. "So Ziva, guess it's time to leave." He placed the controller down on the coffee table and brought his hand back, leaving it to rest on the cushion. "Ziva?"
He was met by a warm breath in his ear. "Tony if you want to keep your hand I suggest you move it from my leg."
Tony gulped, so it wasn't the cushion. He started to pull his hand back when he realized that this could go one of two ways. One she would go all ninja on him and probably detach his hand from the rest of his body in one quick motion. Or two, she'd start touching him back and they would end up in hysterics on the floor, like many other times. He really hoped it was the latter.
Slowly he started to rub soft circles on her thigh, gently squeezing it.
"Tony? Stop that." He felt Ziva jump at the unexpected movement.
"Stop what Zee-vah?" he teased. Well she didn't forcefully remove my hand at the first touch he thought to himself. He kept going for a few more seconds, moving to the top of her thigh and on to her hip, gradually moving up until - he heard it, a slight moan coming from the woman next to him, and he'd been with plenty of women to know that that was a moan of pleasure.
His brain started working overtime. She's actually going along with this? Unless… this is some kind of Mossad style attack, luring the victim into a false sense of security and then BAM! They attack you.
And that was exactly what happened.
He was forced back against the sofa, two hands grabbed his wrists and holding them to him, and then he felt it, what he'd waited for for almost two years. A pair of warm soft lips caressing his own.
It didn't take him long to respond, tugging on her lips in the same way she did on his. Her hands left their grip on his wrists and moved slowly up his body, caressing the muscles she found there. His hands in turn resumed the path they were making earlier, finally reaching their destination in her mass of curls that he loved so much.
She deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth, their tongues moving in sync together as if they were bickering. Her hands moved down under the hem of his shirt, pulling it up in one swift movement before she started placing hot open mouthed kisses across his chest. Tony in turn worked quickly on the buttons that were keeping her shirt together, slipping it gently off her shoulders, caressing her arms as it slid down. He launched himself back at Ziva pinning her to the back of the sofa, working gentle patterns into her neck with his lips.
So if anyone asked him that was how it happened. Some say they did it on the sofa, others say they managed to make it to the bedroom, but there was no question about it, it happened. So then many people ask, if that happened then why the tension now, surely they should be all over each other. But your answer every time without fail is, that one of them woke up alone the next morning.