To all my readers & reviewers: hope you liked the first chapter. Here's the second one. Chapter 3 on the way soon(:

CHAPTER 2

Ziva paced an empty interrogation room, muttering to herself.

"Why must I run from this new thing?" she asked herself.

Ziva #2 answered her. "Because you are a coward."

"I am not a coward. I am a Mossad liaison officer and I am not intimidated by my partner's pathetic actions."

"Oh, but you are," Ziva #2 taunted her. "And you know it."

"I am NOT!" Ziva shouted.

"Not what?" a voice boomed from all around her. She jumped and stared at the mirrored wall. "Who's there?" she asked.

Silence.

The door opened. "It's me," Tony said. He shut the door.

Ziva backed up. "What do you want, Agent DiNozzo?"

"I want to talk to you," he said. "That's all."

"So talk," she said. "I'm listening."

He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for what happened in the elevator. I was out of line and I shouldn't have done it. I apologize and I hope this doesn't change things between us."

Ziva had been staring at her feet but forced herself to look up. She stared into his blue-green eyes and felt all her defenses inside melt away. Her face remained the same steely gaze as she stared at him. "I—it's all right. You are forgiven," she said quietly.

Tony nodded and turned. The door had almost shut behind him when Ziva grabbed his wrist and yanked him back inside. She kicked the door shut.

She was four inches away from his face when she whispered, "did you come down here alone?"

"Yes," Tony gasped. "What are you d—"

The wind was knocked out of him when Ziva shoved him onto the table. She climbed on top of him and grinned at him. "I know of seventeen different ways to kill you right now. Speak of this and I guarantee you that you'll never speak again."

Ziva freed his hands and Tony began to unbutton her shirt. She kissed him fiercely while she took out her knife. She laid it against his cheek and smiled widely and drew it down, leaving a hair-thin line of blood. Tony gasped but shut up when she broke the kiss to lick the leaking blood.

"Hey Tony," she whispered.

"Mmm?" he sighed back.

"How are we going to explain this mysterious laceration on your cheek to Gibbs?"

Tony grinned and pulled her face back to his. He kissed her feverishly while he threw her shirt off in the corner. Her bra slipped down the edge of the table. He nuzzled her chest and gave special attention to the little men who were standing at attention. Ziva moaned and tore off his pants. She hooked her finger inside his boxers and pulled them down, trailing her nails around the soldier between his legs.

He found her lacy undergarments and slowly pulled them down. He didn't get a chance to do anything because Ziva had control of him as she took a tighter hold and placed it between her soft lips. He kissed her gently as he pushed inside her. She trembled and groaned while he flipped on top of her. He watched her face as he bagan to go faster and faster. Her mouth parted and her eyes were closed. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the edges of the table. Tony could tell she was nearing her climax and he increased his pace until her back arched violently and she let out a little shriek.

He finished seconds after she did. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he said to her.

"I can bet I've been waiting longer," Ziva challenged, a smile on her lips.

"Really?" Tony asked. "I highly doubt that."

"I can prove it to you. I pulled all the bolts from your chair at your desk, so the next time you sit down, the chair will collapse. That's how much I love you."

"Amateur!" Tony scoffed. "I put superglue on the inside of your desk drawers. They are permanantly sealed shut."

Ziva narrowed her eyes. "Ohhh, you're going to pay for that," she told him and grinned.

"I think I may be okay with that," Tony consented. "Bring it on, woman!"

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"I think Gibbs wants us," Tony said.

"I think he can survive without us for a little longer," Ziva said, pulling herself out from under him and beginning to dress.

Tony pulled on his shirt.

"Did you turn that microphone off in the room behind the mirror?" Ziva asked.

Tony froze.

"Oops."