A/N – Couldn't help putting this one up so soon after. Had the plot in my head, dying to get out.
Disclaimer – I don't own NCIS or the characters
Chapter 9
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Tony and Ziva were clinging to each other in the back of the car with Jen and Gibbs in the front. They were on their way to a safe house now and Vance had agreed to not call them in during the night. They had nothing else to work on while they tried to figure out who was trying to take them out. FBI and NCIS agents were scattered around the safe house to be sure that nothing happened to any of them. CIA had wanted to help, but were not allowed. They had agents protecting Trent Kort in the hospital as well as help from the FBI.
Gibbs pulled the car into the driveway and got out, holding his gun up. He looked around and then motioned for the other three agents to go inside the house. Ziva was thankful that he had chosen to drive so gingerly this time. She hoped it was on her behalf but she knew that it had something to do with Jen and the fact that he was tired as well. She was thankful, nonetheless.
When they got inside Tony and Ziva went straight to a room with their bags in hand. Jen was laughing at the looks they were giving each other. Tony's hands were on Ziva before they ever made it to the door.
"Hold those thoughts for three minutes, you two," Gibbs said, coming into the house.
Ziva blushed and Tony groaned in frustration. They had waited all day, including a hospital trip in the middle of it. They turned around, dropping their bag by the only room that was downstairs. They returned to the living area and sat on the couch. Abby, McGee, Ducky, and Jenny had just come in.
"Okay, so we have four rooms and a pull out couch. I'll take the pull-out. Tony and Ziva you are downstairs in this room, so you don't have to use those things on the stairs and get more hurt. Falling is not your best move right now," Gibbs explained. "Abby and McGee, if you can get along long enough, you will have the master-bedroom upstairs, otherwise I will put Jen in with Abby. Clear?"
Both of them nodded. They were having problems but they were not talking about them to anyone. Everyone was staring at them.
"Just talk about it," Jen said to both of them and left it at that.
"Jen, you will have the room at the end of the hall and Ducky you have the one at the top of the stairs," Gibbs said. "Jenny, you can be with me."
"Good no privacy," she said, sounding frustrated.
"Would you prefer to share with the pregnant girl?"
"Nope," she said honestly.
"Good, you're in charge of figuring out what they've stocked this thing with for dinner. Everyone can go off. I'll get you all when dinner is ready. I expect everyone to be at the table at the same time. If we are living like a family we will act like one, too."
Tony and Ziva were off the couch faster than anyone, and halfway to their room when Gibbs spoke again.
"That includes you two. When I knock on that door, I expect you to be out here by the time everyone else is," he said in warning.
Tony shot a glare to Gibbs and led Ziva into their room. Abby and Jen chuckled as Ziva shot Gibbs a glare that made him gulp. He had never shown any fear toward Ziva, but for some reason, something had changed, even though she was on crutches at the moment.
In turned out, they did get interrupted, in the middle of things and they were late to dinner. Gibbs did not say anything about it, but also noticed that his two agents looked a lot happier and more content than they had earlier when he had threatened them, though, they were still pretty much all over each other. Their night was not yet done and he nearly laughed at his own thoughts about that.
Thursday, October 24, 2013
"Ziva, Tony, Fornell is on his way, he wants to question you individually about your marriage," Gibbs said. "I want you to be one hundred percent honest with him. He needs to see that you two are for real."
They both nodded and continued on with their work. Soon the ding of the elevator came and Fornell stepped out. He stopped so he could see both Tony and Ziva as they worked.
"Special Agent David, you're first," he said.
"It's DiNozzo now," she corrected him and got up with the crutches. He led her toward the elevator and then up to the conference room. He closed the door behind her.
"So, Special Agent David…."
"My last name is DiNozzo, Fornell," Ziva said maliciously. "It was legally changed when I married Tony."
"Okay, Special Agent DiNozzo," he said quietly. "I want to know when did you get married?"
"Sunday, September 8, this year," Ziva said.
"How long had you been in a relationship before getting married?"
"A little less than four months," Ziva answered him honestly.
"You were in a relationship over the summer?" Fornell asked. "When did that start?"
"When we resigned," Ziva said to him.
"Okay. I want to know, why did you decide to marry Anthony DiNozzo?" Fornell asked, scowling at the facts that were sitting in front of him. He had so hoped that they had not been in a relationship.
"Because I want to spend the rest of my life with him, Agent Fornell," Ziva said honestly. "And now seemed like as good of a time as any. Honestly, I've known him for nine years and I know all his good habits and all his bad habits. I was staying with him over the summer and I knew all of his living habits as well. I can't picture it any other way."
Fornell's eyes narrowed at her blatant honesty.
"Have you slept with Anthony DiNozzo?" he asked.
"Yes?"
"When is the first time that happened?"
"Before we were together," Ziva said, blushing a little. "We went to Berlin and that's when."
"Have you slept with him recently?"
"That, Fornell, is none of your business. But, if you must know, then yes, last night was the most recent time," Ziva said, blushing again at the conversation.
"Have you and he decided what you want to do about your careers?"
"We are returning to NCIS after another month off, once we are all safe," Ziva said. "We will still be partners, unless we see, or Gibbs sees that we cannot handle it."
"Do you have any plans for the future?" Fornell asked.
They had just talked about that last night, she knew what their plans were, but she was not going to share the part that involved a baby.
"We are beginning to look for a house. It will have a little more room than his apartment. My lease just ended, though I have not been there since the beginning of the summer sometime," Ziva commented.
"That's all, thank you, send your husband up," he said with a scowl on his face.
Ziva did just as he asked. She whispered, "Just be honest, that's what I did," in his ear and he nodded to her and went up the stairs to the catwalk and turned into the conference room.
"Ah, Special Agent DiNozzo, come in, sit down," he said with a false smile on his face, really hoping to catch some disagreement in their story. "When did you marry Agent David?"
"Her last name is DiNozzo," Tony said. "She changed it when we got married. And Sunday, September 8 of this year."
Fornell frowned. Tony was not sure what that was about. He thought that Fornell should be on his side, since they were friends for a while, but he realized that Fornell thought that their relationship was false.
"How long were you dating each other before you got married to her?"
"A little less than four months," he answered honestly. "We started dating after we resigned."
"Okay. I want to know, why did you decide to marry Ziva David?" Fornell asked, scowling that so far the stories were straight and seemed to be the truth.
"Her last name is DiNozzo, Fornell. She changed it when she married me," he corrected him again, feeling frustrated with this. "I married her because I love her and can't picture spending any piece of my life without her. I've known her for nine years and learned all her good habits and bad ones. I know her better than myself. And while we were staying together almost every day over the summer I learned what her living habits were like. Honestly, I can't picture my life any other way."
Fornell's eyes were wide, since the answers were nearly identical, but they were enough different and they were so heartfelt.
"Have you slept with Ziva David?" he asked him.
"Yes," he said. "Her last name is still DiNozzo."
"When is the first time that happened?"
Tony smiled at the memory and decided it was best to be honest. "Before we were even together. We were in Berlin," he said with a broad smile on his face, remembering how perfect Berlin was for them.
"Have you slept with her recently?"
"She's my wife, Fornell, what do you think?" Tony said. "Last night."
The smile on his face was almost unnerving to Fornell. He was smiling like a genuinely pleased and happy man who had an amazing wife and a plan for the future.
"Have you decided what to do about your careers?"
"We're coming back to NCIS. We have another month off once everyone's safe, but we're coming back," Tony said happily. "We're going to be partners unless we can't make that work out, just like we've always been partners."
Again the answers were the same, but just enough different and so heartfelt that Fornell had to believe that it was the truth.
"Do you have any plans for the future?" Fornell asked.
Tony was going to leave the pregnancy out of this. They had decided that while they were still in so much danger that Gibbs was really the only one that needed to know that and he did. He knew that Ziva was pregnant and it was none of Fornell's business.
"We're starting to look for a house. We need the room and her lease is officially up. We can afford it and we want it. You know, the whole American dream thing, but I'm pretty sure we're going to leave out the white picket fence and the dog, I'm not big on dogs," Tony said. "They don't like me. So just a house to call our own and to turn into a home."
"That's it, DiNozzo, thank you," he said and smiled at Tony.
Finally, they were both free from Fornell's scrutiny of their marriage. Tony quietly wondered how many more times he would have to answer similar questions. He wondered if maybe he should start acting a little more inappropriately around the office, so that others could see that they were for real. But, he realized that would not be good for work at all. They had to focus while they were there, and that was that. The others would see it eventually.
He sat down in his chair and continued his work when Abby came upstairs.
"I have a DNA match that connects all three shell casings!" Abby said excitedly. "I don't know who the DNA and prints belong to, but I do know that they all match each other. This is great! Now we know for sure that they are connected. I wish I could get my hands on the evidence that the FBI has, so we could see if Kort's case is related too. I really want to run it to my evidence here. Gibbs, could you talk to Fornell about that, and see what he can do? Oh, Fornell, you're here. I need to compare the DNA and prints on the shell casings from Kort's case to see if they match our other shooting cases. You know, Tony, Ziva, Jen, and me."
"I'll get on that, Abby," he said quietly. "All four cases match?"
"Every single shell casing came from the same person and the same two guns. Either a sniper rifle or a hand gun, depending on who you ask. The hand gun, I am guessing is a semi-automatic weapon. You can fire one round or a hundred and it all works well. We don't have a match in the system. Gibbs, I need Vance's permission to hack a few databases to see what we can get."
"Good work, Abs. I'll get that done now and I'll get down to your lab with your Caf-Pow in a few minutes," he said quietly.
There was a snore and everyone saw the Ziva was asleep at her desk again. Tony chuckled and Gibbs rolled his eyes but everyone else looked confused. Jen had a comment to make, as usual.
"Perhaps you two should get more sleep at night and stop engaging in so many extracurricular activities," she said quietly.
"You don't see me sleeping at my desk!" Tony argued. "I'll only give them up when she wants to, thanks! You try getting a former Mossad Officer to agree to that!"
Jen laughed now. Fornell was shaking his head.
"So, they did do that last night?" he asked.
"Yes. I was in the room right above them. Kept me up half the night. Bet they kept Jenny and Dad up, too," Jen said.
"They could have been pretending to keep you all in the dark," Fornell said. "Wouldn't be the first time they've pretended and made it convincing."
"Oh, they weren't pretending," Gibbs said as he came back down the stairs. "I know this because otherwise they would not have been late to dinner and yesterday they would not have been late enough to work to get caught in the mess they did, unless someone was scouting the building for a while. Besides, I can only think of a very few things that Tony would give up food for. Ziva just happens to be one of those very few things. The other things are things he could be doing with Ziva."
Half the squad room laughed about this, even agents that weren't on their team. Fornell frowned. He did not have the evidence he wanted and he did not have anything conflicting in anything he was hearing. They were really married for real. He wondered if Parsons would see it that way or if he would think they were just really good at acting.