A/N: Hi! Sorry for the wait. Woo! I am in love with Dead Air! How good was it? Double points for the two (count 'em, TWO) Under Covers references, which ain't bad almost five years after it happened. Really looking forward to this chapter. PLEASE REVIEW!
Tony DiNozzo squinted through his binoculars to get a good look at his partner.
"She's playing herself from five years ago," Tim informed him. "Before she joined NCIS."
Tony grinned. "Sassy, rogue Mossad agent, sometimes I miss that little minx."
McGee frowned. The Ziva they had today was many great things...but then again, Tony had a point.
Tony looked at her closely, picking up the little details that even Ziva herself might miss.
"She's not doing a very good job," he stated, a little surprised. "Classic Ziva would have been more wild, hair would have been everywhere...She was very sexual back then."
"You think she's less sexual now?" McGee was a little surprised. Not at the fact that he had been the first to call Ziva sexual (out loud at least), but the fact that he seemed to believe it was no longer true.
"Compared to the Ziva I shared a bed with five years ago, yeah."
Great. So he was gonna pull that card. McGee remembered it well, knowing he had felt jealous the entire time. But when Tony, who was nothing but obnoxious and rude to him, got to sleep in a five star hotel suite with Ziva, of all people, of course he was going to be jealous! He was a waiter!
"But you guys were undercover. You were putting on a show."
Tony said nothing, for two reasons: one, he wanted to make McGee squirm and two, he was far too busy remembering the fun time he had had with Ziva that weekend.
"You were putting on a show, right?" McGee repeated. Tony could have sworn he heard a hint of panic in his friend's voice.
Tony cleared his throat loudly, and returned to the party in his head while McGee watched Ziva.
...
The sun, the blue sky, it would have been the perfect day for a game of softball and yet, the peace had to be disturbed by a bomb.
Ziva, being the best on the team with bombs, approached the barbeque. When she saw the temperature rising rapidly, she knew there was no way of disarming it in time. She had to get out of there, fast. But one other thing was on her mind: Tony. He was completely oblivious to what was about to happen.
The last thing Tony saw before being slammed into the grass under a sky of flames was Ziva bolting at him, full pace, shouting his name. When they heard the thundering roar of the explosion, they clung on to each other for dear life, holding each other tight.
Both had their guns in their hands, thanks to their quick reflexes, but were not in any rush to let go of each other. Their bodies tensed and their legs intertwined; a task that, if under different circumstances, would normally never happen. It would only be dreamed of. Tony had been quick to react, and held Ziva closely, not letting even an ember fall on her delicate being.
Ziva rolled on top of him, quite proud of her save, and looked into his emerald green eyes, which were glowing with...an emotion she couldn't quite put her finger on. All the noise in the background was blocked out, and the only sound they heard was each other panting as Tony lay under Ziva's weight, on the grass. It felt good after so long to feel her body against his, and it seemed to mean more this time. Perhaps it was because of the many events that had taken place since 'last time'. All he knew was that he was here, with Ziva looking into his eyes, and he was looking right back, hoping she was enjoying it as much as she was.
"This is nice," he whispered, and gulped. "I miss the old Ziva."
"I can tell," she replied, smiling at him.
"Don't flatter yourself. That's just my knee."
They both grinned at the memory, which Ziva had enjoyed just as much as Tony.
From the other side of the softball diamond, Gibbs watched his two agents carefully. They were so close, and had been in that position for much longer than necessary. It was clear they were both enjoying themselves. For a moment, he thought they might kiss, but when they rose from the ground, Ziva first, holding a hand out to Tony, which he took gladly, he realised they were far too smart for that. But he wasn't completely convinced they didn't have something going on, on the side. And if they weren't, Gibbs knew he had to come to terms with the fact that it might only be a matter of time.
A/N: I was gonna make Tony and Ziva kiss for a minute there, but then I remembered these are tags, so yeah...reviews would be nice!