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"Come on Tony, you need to get up!" Ziva said, rather loudly, to him, "We have to pick up Nora Williams and get to the airport!"
"Relax Ziva," Tony mumbled into his pillow.
"I will hurt you if you do not get up right now," Ziva threatened.
Tony quickly sat up, "You wouldn't?"
"Oh yes I would."
"Yesterday you said I wouldn't be any good to you if I was hurt."
"Well, as you said, that was yesterday and today we are going to be in a car and in a airplane so you would not be any good to me anyway," Ziva said while smiling mischievously at him.
Tony groaned at sat up in the bed. He looked fully at Ziva for the first time that day, she was wearing a pair of black cargo-pants and a white shirt that set off her toned skin and her dark hair that was flattened and hanging loose around her shoulders down to the middle of her back. Her dark eyes were alert as always, even though they were in a hotel room, her Mossad training never left her.
"You look beautiful," Tony said before he even had a chance to stop the words from coming out of his mouth. "Sorry I didn't mean to say that... Not that you don't look beautiful because you do... In fact you look very beautiful..."
"Tony, stop digging, it will only get worse," Ziva said.
"Sorry," Tony mumbled, "I do think that you look beautiful."
"In that case, thank you," Ziva smiled at him, "Now get up at get dressed. We are leaving in 45 minutes."
"How am I supposed to take a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast and pack in 45 minutes?" Tony exclaimed.
"If you had gotten up when I called at you an hour ago you would have had enough of time, now get up, I do not want to miss the plane."
"Fine," Tony grumbled.
Forty minutes later Tony had taken a shower, gotten dressed at packed.
"Tony, we are going," Ziva said.
"But I haven't eaten breakfast yet!"
"We do not have time for you to eat breakfast. You can eat some in the airport, we need to pick up our witness in twenty-five minutes and it's a fifteen minutes drive and we need to check out and go to the car."
"Come on Zee, I'm really hungry," Tony begged.
"No. you could just have gotten up earlier, it is not fault."
"Yes it is," Tony mumbled silently.
"Excuse me, what?"
"Nothing," Tony said, 'wow, did she really hear that?' Tony though.
"You said that it was my fault."
"Well, it is, kind of," Tony trailed off as he saw the look Ziva gave him, "Well, if you weren't that damn irresistible then we would have slept last night instead of, you know, doing other stuff..."
"Right, then I apologize for being irresistible, can we go now?" Ziva said.
"If you promise me that I can get some food at the airport."
"I promise that you can get some food at the airport," Ziva said.
"Okay then, let's go!"
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Ten hours later, Tony, Ziva and Nora arrived at NCIS. The flight had been a little complicated. Nora's fiancée had hired someone to kill her but she had, luckily, survived and Gibbs and McGee had caught the fiancée.
"American soil, I love it," Tony said as he sat down in his office chair.
"I do not care," Ziva said, "I like French soil as well."
"Yeah, well, someone tried to kill our witness on French soil."
"Actually it was American soil because the airplane was American," Ziva said.
"You just had to bust my bubble didn't you?"
"Your bubble?" Ziva asked confused.
"It's a figure of speech."
"Oh," Ziva said as she sat down as well.
Gibbs walked into the bullpen. "Go home you two," he said to Tony and Ziva.
Tony looked around the bullpen. "Us?"
"Well, yes DiNozzo. Do you see anyone else around here?"
"No I guess not. But we have a report to write and, well, usually you don't let us go before we have written our reports."
"Just go before I change my mind DiNozzo, you too David."
Ziva, who had been watching the conversation with interest, jumped up and grabbed her stuff before she ran off to the elevator.
"Hey, wait for me!" Tony yelled as he took his gun and backpack and ran to catch up with Ziva. Tony entered the elevator just before the doors closed fully.
"Thank you for holding the elevator Zee-Vah."
"You are welcome," Ziva said smiling and pushed the button for the lobby again.
"So do you want to go to your place or mine?" Tony asked as they walked towards their cars.
"Excuse me?" Ziva asked surprised. She had thought that their 'Paris-experience' was just a Paris thing.
"Well, I was just thinking that the thing we had could be more than just a, ehh, onetime thing because I really like you and it was really great and I don't want to give up on it, I would really like to give this a chance." When Tony finished talking he wasn't looking at her anymore but at his feet, he was afraid of what she would do to him, especially since she knew about his history with women, the fact that they don't last very long. Ziva didn't say anything and Tony started to worry. "Ziva, please say something," he begged and looked up at her.
"Your place," she said and took the car keys from his hand and sat in the driver's side of their company-car since both of their cars were at each of their houses.
The drive to Tony's house were pretty fast since it was Ziva driving. They walked up to his apartment and Tony unlocked the door and they walked inside.
"Make yourself at home," Tony said as he took off his shoes and jacket.
"Thank you," Ziva said and took of her shoes and jacket as well.
"I'm going to order a pizza, what do you want?"
"I would like a pepperoni-sausage pizza."
"My favorite! Do you want to share?" Tony asked.
"Sure, who not, we shared food in Paris," Ziva smiled seductively at him.
Tony had to swallow a couple of time before he could answer, "Yeah, we did," he said, remembering the dinner that was shared in bed between kisses – well, make-out sessions.
Tony called for the pizza and announced that it would be there in twenty-five minutes. Half an hour later they were seated on Tony couch with the pizza and a beer each, watching James Bond – Die Another Day, starring Pierce Brosnan and Halle Berry.
"I do not get the whole 'James Bond' thing," Ziva said about ten minutes through the movie, "And what is this thing about all the girls?"
"Well, James Bond is an English spy and he saves the world from time to time, and for the girl thing, it's so the ones who watches the movies have something nice to look at."
"Oh," Ziva said, still not understanding the 'James Bond thing'.
When they had finished the movie and the pizza, Ziva turned slightly so she was facing Tony.
"How are we going to tell Gibbs?" she asked.
"Tell Gibbs what?"
"About us."
"Oh... Haven't thought about that yet," Tony said. "How about we keep it a secret, I don't want to be head-slapped all the way into next year."
"Okay, it is a secret then," Ziva said. She turned her whole body so she was looking fully at him, "You know what?" she purred, "I like having secrets, it makes life interesting. Running around, doing what you should not do, while trying to keep it a secret. The constant danger of being caught while doing what you should not do in places where nothing like that should be done, it makes it exciting," she said seductively while moving to straddle his lap. Leaning down to put her mouth next to his ear she whispered, "Did you know that danger is a turn on for some women." She bit his ear softly before moving her lips to his and caught them in a soft kiss before releasing them and moving her lips to his jaw, then to this throat.
Tony swallowed loudly at the felling of her lips at just the right places on his throat. The warmth of her body against his and the feel of her lips against his skin really turned him on and he felt himself become hard.
"Let's... move this, ehm... to the... bedroom," Tony stammered.
"Sure," Ziva said and got off of him and took his hand to lead him to the bedroom.
In the bedroom the fun continued before they finally fell asleep from the exhaustion of the events of the day.
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A month after their return from Paris Tony and Ziva were still together. They hadn't told anyone, even though they thought it was weird that Gibbs hadn't found out yet, he knew everything. Tony and Ziva almost always spent the night together, either at Tony's or at Ziva's, and if there was a lot of work they were at the office with Gibbs, Abby, McGee and occasionally Jenny. Today was one of those days, they had gotten a case early this morning about a kidnapped girl and they were working in high gear, doing everything they could to get the girl back to the parents.
"What have you got?" Gibbs asked for the 100th time today.
"I'm still trying to find the location of the cell phone the kidnapper contacted us with," McGee said while pressing buttons on his keyboard.
"Gibb-Gibbs-Gibbs-Gibbs-Gibbs!" Abby yelled as she ran from the elevator to the bullpen. "I matched the voice of the kidnapper!" Abby took the clicker to the plasma and clicked a couple of times on it and the things from the computer on her lab appeared on the screen. "His name is Malchom Lindbergh; he's 35 years old and has a record." Abby said proudly.
"Anything else?" Gibbs asked.
"No..." Abby said.
"Well, go find something more," Gibbs said.
"Come on Gibbs, I was good, I found something," Abby said.
"Yeah, you're right. Sorry Abs, good job" he said and kissed her cheek, she walked back down to her lab.
Ziva, Tony and McGee were staring at Gibbs and Abby. Gibbs said 'sorry'?
"What are you doing?" Gibbs asked, "Get back to work."
"Yes Boss," all three of them said at the same time.
Three hours later, at 2300 hours Ziva wasn't feeling very good and started to walk towards the restrooms. As soon as she entered the restroom she could feel her dinner was on its way up at hurried to one of the booths to throw up. When she was done she sank down to the floor and leaned her head on the wall. She couldn't remember the last time she was sick, well, she had had a small cold a couple of months ago, but besides that, it was years ago she was sick the last time.
Tony had noticed Ziva had left to go to the restroom but it was now 15 minutes ago and she still hadn't returned.
"Boss?" Tony asked.
Gibbs looked up.
"Isn't it weird that Ziva hasn't returned yet?"
"Where did she go?" Gibbs asked eyeing Tony.
"The restroom, fifteen minutes ago," Tony answered.
"Hm," Gibbs said. "I guess it's a little long to be out there."
"Yeah," Tony said. "Do you think anything has happened to her?"
"There are no windows, we are the only people here, and no one has entered the building since 1800 hours, what could have happened?" Gibbs asked.
"I don't know, maybe she tripped and hit her head or something?" Tony said worried.
"Ziva, tripping?" Gibbs asked a let out a small laugh. "I don't think so."
"No, you're probably right."
Just as Tony said so, a very pale looking Ziva emerged from the restroom.
"You okay Ziva?" Tony asked as he saw her.
"I am fine," Ziva said.
Gibbs looked at her, "Ziver," she looked at him, "You look pretty pale. When was the last time you ate?"
"Ehm, four hours ago, like the rest of you."
"Go down to Abby and see if she has something you can eat," Gibbs said.
"I'm going with you," Tony said.
"No you're not," Gibbs said, "Sit down and keep working. Ziver, go down to Abby."
Ziva nodded her head and walked towards the elevators.
Abby's lab
The elevator doors 'dinged' and Ziva walked into the lab, the loud music hitting her ears.
"ABBY!" she yelled. "ABBY!"
Abby turned around, "Ziva!" she said and turned down the music. "What are you doing here? Not that I don't want you here or that you are not allowed to be here I'm just surprised you're here because on cases like this Gibbs usually don't let you guys leave you desks unless you have found something and are going to check it out, but I don't think that you have found anything because if you had, Timmy would be down here and telling me what you had found, unless of course that Gibbs was upstairs then he wouldn't come down here because Gibbs wouldn't let him-"
"Abby! You really need to breathe when you speak," Ziva said.
"Yeah, I know. People keep telling me that but if you have a lot to say, then it's hard to find time to breathe, and when you work with Gibbs for a long time you learn not to breathe while you talk because if you stop to breathe he just assumes that you have nothing more to say and-"
"Abby, I told you to breathe."
"Right. So, what are you doing down here?" she asked.
"Gibbs sent me down here because when I came back from the restrooms I looked pale and I think he wanted me to ask you if you had anything to eat even though I am not hungry, but you know Gibbs," Ziva said, her voice an octave higher than normal but she prayed that Abby didn't hear it, of course that wasn't the case.
"Ziva," Abby said, "You okay?"
"Sure, why would I not be?"
"Your voice is a little higher than normal; it's not like you to talk like that."
"I am okay, Abby."
Abby eyed her for a moment before she nodded her head. She walked over to a drawer and pulled out a granola bar and handed it to Ziva, "Here you go. I keep a couple of those in my drawer because when Gibbs is your boss, you never know when you get to eat," Abby smiled to Ziva.
"Thank you Abby," Ziva said and walked upstairs again.
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As Ziva walked out of the elevator McGee started talking:
"I found it!" McGee exclaimed. "It's right there."
"What did you find?" Gibbs asked.
"The location of our kidnapper, he's in Annandale, 12 miles from here."
"You got an address?"
"Yes, I've got it right here."
"Grab your gear!" Gibbs yelled.
The tree agent's grabbed their guns and badges and hurried towards the elevator to go to the parking lot.
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Three and a half hours later, Malchom was in custody, the girl was with her parents and Ziva, Abby, Tony, McGee and Gibbs was on their way home.
"Ahh!" Tony said as he dumped down on Ziva's bed. "I can't wait to get some sleep."
"Me neither," Ziva said as she took off her clothes at snuggled down under the covers.
Tony rolled over so he was lying in his side, facing Ziva; she turned so she was facing him.
"Goodnight Sweet Cheeks," Tony said and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Goodnight Tony," Ziva said and leaned in to kiss him again.
"I love you," Tony mumbled against her lips.
Ziva froze. He had never told her he loved her. Did she love him? Yes, she did, she decided.
Tony had become a little nervous; he hadn't meant to say the words they just slipped him. Yes, he loved her but he wasn't sure that she loved him and seeing as she froze after he had told her he was sure that she didn't love him. He pulled away and rolled onto his back.
Ziva followed him and leaned in over him, her upper-body leaning in over his. "I love you too," she said.
Tony pulled her down to a passionate kiss. They broke when the need for air couldn't be ignored anymore.
"I really love you," he said.
Ziva smiled and moved a little so she could rest her head on Tony's chest. "I really love you too."
And with those words they both fell asleep.
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And how did you think I did with the 'I love you' thing?
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