Author Note:
Disclaimer: Noooooope.
Dedications: I couldn't do this without Kali... Well, I probably could, but it would be full of errors! I love you.
Sorry for the wait, i've been struggling with, well, forming coherent sentences for one. But I finally just finished putting the finishing touches on the third chapter so I hope you enjoy. :)
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Tap.
Tony looked off into space, his pen hitting the desk rhythmically. He was supposed to be doing paperwork, but his mind was wandering to other things; other not quite so appropriate things.
Tap,
Tap,
Tap.
"Tony, can you stop doing that?!" Ziva hissed across the bullpen.
McGee quirked an eyebrow, they were the first words she had said to him all day.
Tony's head shot up. He had a strange, half shocked expression that looked more like Ziva had just rode in the bullpen on a giraffe wearing nothing but pink lingerie and fuzzy blue slippers.
McGee nearly laughed aloud at this mental image.
"Something funny, Probie?" Tony snapped at him, catching the grin that crossed his face.
"Uh... no, nothing," the grin disappeared as quick as it had come, and he went back to typing on his keyboard.
Tony glanced back up at her; she was still shooting daggers at him across the bullpen.
They held each other's gaze.
"Officer David, can I please have a word with you," Tony asked professionally his facial expression not wavering, as he added "alone."
Ziva's expression didn't change; she just got to her feet and led the way out of the bullpen, toward the elevator, with Tony following close behind.
They stood in silence for a few moments, before Tony leant over to flick the switch – causing the elevator to lurch to a stop.
He turned to face her, a mask of seriousness falling over his face. Ziva refused to meet his eye.
"Ziva..." He trailed off, attempting to bring his fingers up to her cheek, but hid this action with a cough, he scratched his cheek awkwardly.
"Tony," she replied, clenching her jaw, she still kept her eyes focussed on a dent in the wall.
"Ziva, I know I may have said some... things last night, that weren't very nice."
Ziva laughed cruelly, and nodded her head in agreement.
"Look, I'm trying to apologise." He said through clenched teeth.
"Well you should not have to!" Ziva exclaimed, her eyes finally meeting his.
"I know I shouldn't have to, I don't even know why I'm trying to now," he said bitterly.
"You should not have said those things in the first place!" she clenched her fists.
"Ugh, it's your fault anyway!" He yelled, "If you hadn't flipped us over on that table, or pushed me on the ground in the shower, we would be happy, fucking, people." Excuse the pun.
"Oh, so I knew that was going to happen, did I?! I cannot see the future!" She exclaimed, "Just, stop crawling down my throat, I have work to do!" She reached over to flick the switch.
Tony gripped her hand before she could, "Jump, Jump down your throat," he corrected, "and I'm not. Look, we aren't leaving this elevator until we sort this out."
"Speak for yourself," she growled, trying to pull her hand from his grip.
"We have to sort this out, we can't work like this!" Tony exclaimed.
Ziva laughed drily, "You and me both know that is not going to happen until we either fuck, or die."
"I don't see why we can't sort this out now then," he grinned mischievously.
"What?" She asked, paralysed, "Fuck, or die?"
"Take one guess..." he murmured, kissing the tender skin of her neck softly.
"Wait, wait, wait." She said, taking a step back, "Hold on. Just two minutes ago you were screaming at me, jumping," she emphasized, "down my throat, blaming everything on me – now you want to have sex?"
"Exactly," Tony said, taking a step towards her again, he pushed her against the wall, pushing his hand under her shirt; he let it firmly sit on her abdomen.
"Tony, we are at work – Gibbs is probably already wondering where we are and the elevator it has been..." She was shushed by Tony, who left a lingering kiss on her jaw.
"Tony, really... stop," she insisted, pushing firmly against his chest.
"Come on, Zee-vuh, don't be like this..." He trailed kisses up her jaw, causing Ziva to moan.
"Ah... hmm," she sighed, leaning into him.
Tony rested his hand on her hips, sitting under her shirt. He forced her shirt up slowly, breaking the contact of his lips on her skin to throw her shirt to the ground.
He let his fingers wander up her back, lightly tugging on the strap of her bra.
"Tony, really, that is enough – we just, we cannot do this, it feels wrong I..." she rambled.
Tony sighed audibly, pulling away from her. "I knew this wouldn't work."
Ziva's eyes widened as she crossed her arms over her chest, "Tony are you suggesting that I am a prune?!" she snapped.
He chuckled, "A prune?" he questioned, his eyes drifting down to her bare stomach.
"Yes, you know – all proper and... Ugh," she made a face.
Tony's booming laugh filled the elevator
"Tony!" Ziva snapped, "What?"
"Prude, prude Ziva," he corrected her, "You know I can't actually picture you as a prune, not that I want to – It would be like picturing my grandmother naked... and, that's just.. No."
"Don't even try!" she hissed, realisation of what she had said came flooding into her.
Tony laughed.
An offended expression fell onto Ziva's face, "When you picture me, I am naked?!"
Tony laughed uneasily, "Well no, uh."
Ziva glared at him.
"Well, not all of the time..." he was tripping over his words, "Well, maybe... yes." He concluded.
Ziva narrowed her eyes at him.
Tony stepped toward her, "Well, if you actually were naked right now, I wouldn't have to imagine you naked, would I?" he defended
He placed his lips against hers once again, but she pulled away.
"You are being a prude," He stated, raising his eyebrows.
"I am not!" She exclaimed, "Now stop it – we are at work, this is wrong." She walked around him.
He stood up and grabbed onto her wrist, spinning her around to face him once again.
"Prove it."
She growled, feeling his eyes taunting her as she pushed him against the wall, covering his lips with hers.
They broke away and Tony chuckled, "So you're willing to disregard all of your principles and fuck me in the elevator at work, just to prove a point?"
She raised an eyebrow - she couldn't really deny it, it was true.
"Yes." She stated a slightly amused expression on her face.
Ziva pushed herself against Tony, feeling the heat radiate from his skin. She placed her lips on his.
Bzzzt.
"Tony!" Ziva growled, pulling away from him.
"Ugh, it's Probie."
"What?!" he hissed down the phone, after flipping it open.
"Um, boss is looking for you and Ziva, where are you?" McGee stuttered into the phone.
Tony glanced at Ziva who was watching him inquisitively.
"We'll be there in a minute," Tony sighed, snapping his phone shut.
"We have to go," he murmured, gripping her hand in his.
She gave him a perplexed look, "I guess we should get back to the bullpen then..."
Begrudgingly, they broke eye contact.
"Fine," he let go of her hand, and she slipped her shirt back over her head.
"I hope you know, my back is killing me," he told her jokingly.
She smiled slightly, flicking the switch so the elevator started to move again.
Just before the doors opened she said calmly, "Well, hopefully we can get it right tonight."
The doors opened and they walked out, side by side, Tony grumbled a reply, "This is going to be the longest day ever."
Ziva laughed.
"DiNozzo, David!" Gibbs snapped as they walked hurriedly back into the bullpen, 'Where have you been?!"
"Seeing Abby," Ziva stated quickly.
Simultaneously, Tony said, "With Ducky."
"Uhh, with Ducky!" Ziva tried to cover up.
"Seeing Abby!" Tony exclaimed at the same time.
They exchanged glances, before sighing.
"Well, which was it?!" Gibbs demanded.
Ziva sighed, "Gibbs, we just had to sort out a few things, I am sorry, it will not happen again."
Gibbs stared at her for a moment before nodding his head. His cold stare switched to Tony.
Tony gulped audibly.
He cringed, waiting for the head slap.
There it was.
"Ow, boss, what about Ziva?!" Tony demanded, just meeting Gibbs' icy blue stare again.
He walked back to his desk, muttering under his breath, shooting a glance over to a smug looking Ziva.
"Psychic Ninja, strikes again," he muttered.
Okay, so that was chapter three, oh and by the way, I refuse to make McGee an ass in this fan fiction, so he's still good old probie :)
Thanks for reading, anyone else as psyched for Legend as I am?
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