Heyy! Thanks a bunch to all the reviewers, you guys rock! This chapter moved quickly, I know it did, but I think it's about time that I move along with the TIVA love and quit with the dancing already, whatcha think? It does get a little steamy towards the end, but nothing you would have to exit over. I'll let you read and at the end explain my future plans.

"Do you want to come in?" Tony asked softly, opening the door wider for her to enter. She nodded slightly and walked in, heading straight for his living room couch, a place where she'd spent many 'movie nights' before. "So um...there was a case today?" He asked, breaking the awkward silence.

She took the beer he was offering her and twisted the top off before taking a big gulp of the cool liquid, "Thank you." She said, nodding, "And yes. We have a case. We did not finish, Gibbs sent us home until Abby can find us more evidence that is actually helpful." There was an awkward silence again and Tony cleared is throat.

"Well you can count on Abby. She never disappoints."

Ziva nodded, and silence flooded them again. She knew that if she wanted answers to the questions she had, she was going to have to ask them. She took a deep breath, causing Tony to look at her, and she spoke softly, "Did you talk to Gibbs last night?"

Tony was confused, "No, why?"

"Early this morning?" Tony shook his head again.

"I haven't talked to Gibbs at all since I left the office yesterday. Why do you ask?" His brain went to overdrive. Did she tell Gibbs about the kiss?

"I do not understand why you told him about..." She stopped, she couldn't even say it. "...what happened yesterday."

Tony was shocked, "What?"

"I understand if it was not what you wanted or if it was too much too fast but you did not have to-" Tony put a finger on her lips.

"Ziva, I don't know where you're getting this from, but that's crazy. I didn't tell anybody about it." He removed his finger from her lips and cupped her chin, forcing her to look up at him, "It meant a whole lot more to me than I care to admit."

She couldn't help but smile. "Good. I am glad we are on the same book." She said softly.

Tony laughed, "Page."

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever the stupid American saying is."

He still had his hand on her, now it was tangled up in her hair. He moved closer, as if to kiss her, but she put her palm in front of his face, causing his lips to crash onto it. He sighed, "I thought we were on the same book."

She ignored his attempt at humor and moved back a little from him. It didn't help that he had already changed from what she assumed he wore to work today, a usual suit, into an Ohio State t-shirt and jeans that fit him almost too perfectly. His current scent was not helping matters either. She decided that it was best to just ask him the obvious question.

"Why weren't you on the field today, Tony?"

"I was up with Vance. SEC NAV requested me to replace this chick down in Tampa while she goes on maternity leave." He said, his hand still tangled up in her hair.

Ziva felt her heart drop. She would have to be without him even longer.

"When do you leave?" She managed.

"Tomorrow morning."

"That is soon." She said.

Tony chuckled, "Yeah it is."

"When will you be back?" She asked.

"Thirty days." He saw the look on her face, and he knew exactly what her thoughts were. "We better make tonight count." She looked at him, a slight smile creeping on her lips. She was relieved to know that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

He pulled on her again and she gave in, letting his lips touch hers again. His hands left her hair and moved all over her body as his mouth traveled down her neck.

Tony relished in this moment. He'd thought of this, if he were to be completely honest, since the first day she came into the office, fresh from Mossad. And right now, he couldn't find any equilibrium around her, much less exhibit even the least bit of thought that made any sense.

Her hands were slipping around his waistband as she pulled his shirt over his head, his mouth only leaving hers for a fraction of a second. After he rid of her shirt, he started working on the belt of those damn cargo pants she insisted on wearing as she continued to work on his belt. He stopped tangling with the clasp on her bra and pulled her hands away, pinning them next to her head.

Tony used this moment to study her face, just like he did every day. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glittering with desire and joy, and he never, ever, wanted anything or anyone so badly in his entire life.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"No." She said, wariness creeping into her expression, her hard breathing matching his.

Tony chuckled, "I don't want to stop." He assured her.

"I have a simple solution. Do not stop."

With a smile brought his mouth to hers again and he let go over her arms, causing her to immediately wrap them around his neck, pulling her closer.

Tony used this opportunity to pick her up, quickly carrying her to his bedroom. He placed her on his bed and got rid of her pants, and then her bra immediately after. He lay her down, pinning her hands above her head again. He slid his hands down her arms, and along the ample curves of her body. "Oh my god, Ziva." He managed.

"Tony." She replied, her eyes drifting shut, and her voice had taken on a needy, breathy quality as she arched into him, urging him to continue.

He didn't want to think about having to get up and leave her tomorrow.

He just wanted more of this.

More of her.

Okay, so, I could've kept going with this...steamy stuff here, but I didn't want to without opinions. Should I leave it with that or, in the next chapter, change it to major smut and the "M" rating? I need you're opinions! So review and let me know! Thanks! :)