And here we go, rated M for sexual themes and flat-out naughtiness...go, go gagnet sexy tiva time!
**Apparently this chapter got deleted not once, not twice, but three times, sorry about that.
Director Vance stepped out of MTAC onto the balcony over-looking the squad room accompanied by two security agents. He walked over to the railing seeing Abby consoling a visually distraught McGee as he sat at his desk, "Is he okay?"
Abby looked over her shoulder, giving Vance a nod, "Just a bit shaken up."
"I froze out there." McGee softly uttered.
"Shhh." Abby tightened her squeeze around his shoulders, "I would've frozen, too."
"But I'm field agent, you're just a..."
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being afraid, Tim, it shows you're human."
"I almost died, Abby...I should have."
Abby lowered her head, kissing him on the cheek, "But you didn't and that makes me very, very happy."
McGee slightly turned his head seeing Abby smile.
"Beside, the only one who decides if you live or die is Gibbs, you know that." Abby grinned.
A small smile developed over McGee's face, bringing an even bigger grin to Abby's face.
"Where are agents DiNozzo and David?" Vance asked, now standing in front of McGee's desk, the agents right behind him.
"We're here." Tony answered, stepping off of the elevator.
Vance turned, seeing Ziva holding the briefcase, "Good, the diamonds?"
They stopped in front of Ziva's desk, she turned to Tony, "A little help."
Tony held his hands out as Ziva sat the briefcase on his hands and opened it, she lifted an inner chamber revealing a mass quanity of diamonds, they sparkled brightly as the light hit them from several different directions.
"How much are we talking here?" Tony asked.
"25 million." Vance answered, "Now give 'em back to the CIA."
"Heh." Tony did a quick double take, then looked at Ziva, "I think I'm hearing things, Ziva, I could've sworn he said give them back to the CIA."
"He did, Tony." Ziva replied, knowing he didn't want to hear that.
Tony slammed the lid closed, "Fuck that!...Sir. Our entire team almost died and now you want us to just hand them over to Kort, who by the way, vanished, again!"
"Orders, DiNozzo." Vance declared, "Straight from the President."
"Is he here, can I talk to him about this?"
Director Vance rolled his eyes, "A security escort will be here within the hour."
"Come on, Director, for the love of God, help me here."
"What am I supposed to do, DiNozzo?" Vance came back at Tony, "You think I like this? Why do you think we're giving it back? National security."
"They are really buying a suitcase nuke, aren't they?" Ziva questioned.
Vance balked at the question. He stepped back, "There are just some things you don't want the answer to, Agent David." He began making his way back up to his office, but stopped on the stairs, "Oh, you've been invited to a luncheon tomorrow, the director of the CIA will be there, he wants to personally thank you."
"For what? Killing his men?" Tony softly groaned, "I'll pass, I have more important things to do, like going to the zoo."
Ziva walked over to the one of the security agents handing him the briefcase, "Abby, we will bring Sarah by in about an hour, if that is okay?"
Abby swung her head towards Ziva, "Yeah, sure, but wait, umm, McGee, do wanna help me watch Sarah tonight?"
"Where, at your house?"
Abby laughed, "Oh, yeah, she really needs to see my apartment!"
"So, you're just using me then?"
"Basically, but you know what they say, Timmy." Abby gave him a nudge.
"No, not really, Abby." He tilted his head back, looking up at her, "Who are they and what are they saying?"
"You scratch my back." Abby replied with a smile, "And I'll scratch yours."
"So, bring her to McGee's place then, yes?" Ziva asked.
Abby stared at him, giving him her best puppy dog eyes. McGee sighed, "Okay."
"Yay!" Abby cheered, hugging onto McGee, grinning ear to ear, "Now Sarah gets to meet the other Jethro!"
Tony sighed, "Great, now we're gonna have to get a dog."
Ziva moved over to Tony, caressing his lower back, guiding him towards the elevator, "Do not forget, we also need to buy a new car, two of them actually and maybe a house."
Tony gave Ziva a quick glance as the elevator doors closed.
Ziva carried a smiling Sarah down the front steps as she waved goodbye to Gibbs, "Bye!"
Gibbs waved back, flashing her a smile.
"She reminds you of Kelly, doesn't she?" Jackson asked, just standing inside the front door.
Gibbs walked down the stairs, heading over to the car, putting his hand on the roof, ducking to look inside, "Have fun at the zoo tomorrow, Sarah."
Sarah smiled big, "I will!"
"Thanks for watching her Gibbs." Tony said, starting the car.
Gibbs nodded, "Remember, DiNozzo, you're not supposed to shoot the animals." He smirked.
"HAHAHAHA! That was almost funny." Tony stopped laughed, not amused.
Gibbs stepped back, "I laughed."
Ziva let out a small giggle.
Tony's eyes shifted towards Ziva, "Et tu, Zivus?"
Tony fumbled with his keys as he held a brown paper sack in front of his apartment door. He jiggled the key into lock, opening it. He stepped inside, "I'm back." He bellowed, locking the door behind him. He dropped his keys on a table next to the door and turned, "Heh." He smiled, a light glow of candles illuminated the room, "You didn't start without me, did you?" He joked.
Ziva slipped out of a hallway wearing just a pair of tiny black panties and a smile.
The sack in his hand fell, making a sloshing sound as it hit the floor.
She inched her way towards him, her body glimmering a golden hue in the flickering candle light.
He stood quiet, his eyes completely devoted to her.
Her hands rested on his chest, she lifted her head slightly.
He tilted his head down, his lips parted, begging to be kissed.
She shook her head with a smile, taking a hold of his tie. She pulled him to the side and eased him down onto the couch.
He reached out for her, wanting to touch her, kiss her, have her.
She placed her hands on his knees, easing them apart, lowering herself between them. Her slender fingers teasingly slid up his thighs. She looked up at him, smiling seductively as she unzipped his pants.
He moved his hands to her face, caressing her as she delved between his zipper. She turned her head kissing his palm before lowering herself down to him.
His hands fell away as she slowly began to pleasure him, "Look at me." He whispered.
She looked up into his eyes, not stopping. She moaned with him in her mouth, driving him wild.
"C'mere." He said. She kissed him as she rose and started to straddle him, but he put his arms under her legs, lifting her on his shoulder, laying her back against arm rest of the couch, his face disappearing between her legs.
Her mouth opened, her eyes slamming shut, a deep whimper escaped from her lips and grew louder with every passing second.
He travelled up her body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way. He kissed her lips and she laughed as she opened her eyes to accept another. She lifted her hands to his face, rubbing at his lips, "You got gold dust on your face."
"That's not the only thing." He said with a grin, kissing her again.
Ziva was straddling Tony feeding him Chinese food by hand, "Good?" She asked with a smile.
He nodded, taking the meat into his mouth, sucking the juices from her fingers.
She placed a piece of meat between her lips, she leaned forward, allowing him to take it and he did, followed by another round of kissing, "Is this kosher?" He wondered.
"It is beef." She said, eating a piece of the meat and licking her lips.
"No." He said, taking another piece of meat from her, "Me."
She laughed, "I do not know, do you want me to call my Rabbi and check?"
"Heh. No, that's okay."
"After all the 'porking' we have done, I highly doubt it, though." She giggled.
He just smiled at her.
"What?" She asked.
"I think I'm rubbing off on you."
She stood up, taking a hold of his hand, "Then we better wash that off." She laughed, escorting him to the bathroom and into the shower. She turned on the water, pressed her hands against the wall, "I am in position." She grinned.
He moved up behind her, the water streaming down between them. His fingertips easing along her back over the scratches and bruises she received in her fight with Kort.
She turned her head, feeling him, knowing what he was thinking, "They do not hurt, Tony." He lowered his head, pressing his lips to the top of her shoulder, "I promise."
He smiled as he eased his head back, grabbing a bottle of body wash, squirting some into his hand.
"What are you going to do with that?" She asked, flashing him a smile.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, rubbing his hands together, foaming them up. He slipped his hand upward, cupping her breasts and slowly started to rub in circles.
"Shocking!" She laughed.
His hands moved from her breasts to her hips. She arched her back creating room between them.
She gasped sharply as he entered her, her fingertips pressing hard against the tile wall as he thrusted deep inside her. His hands, gripping tightly onto her hips as he made love to her.
After what felt like an eternity of bliss, he pressed his hand againsts hers on the shower wall, intertwining his fingers with hers, squeezing it tightly. He pressed their bodies against the wall, slowing his thrusting to a crawl, their bodies shook in unison as he climaxed inside her, "I love you." He whispered in her ear.
Ziva was laying on top of Tony in bed, her head resting comfortably on his chest, his hands slowly caressing up and down her spine, "Ziva?" He whispered.
She softly moaned, "My vagina is closed, come back later."
Author Note #1 - Fiddlesticks!