Attention: This chapter is NOT beta-read! All (silly) mistakes are mine... (I'll replace it with a corrected version when i got one...)
I had this chapter finished 31st August.. but I was waiting for my Beta to show up.. Well as you can see I could have posted it then and there (lol)..
I begin to think that I'm kinda cursed.. since all my Betas disappear at some point =/...

Anyone want to help me out with correcting? (till 1 of my 3 missing Betas shows up.. or longer)

Previously:

When both men entered the living-room they saw Ziva sprawled out on the couch, fast asleep.

As Gibbs made a move to pick her up, Tony intervened, "Boss, I can carry her."

"After having pulled a muscle in your arm today? Don't think so," stated the older agent, gently lifting Ziva.

"Stupid piano, why do they build them so heavy," thought Tony as he followed Gibbs upstairs.

(The next morning)

It was barely 6am and the sun was just rising as Ziva woke up, still held by her lover's arms. She lazily turned around and looked at her sleeping partner. He was still out like a light as she placed a soft kiss on his cheek before snuggling further into him. His arms momentarily tightening around her smaller frame.

Through the curtains the sun slowly started to creep into the room. The rays getting longer and brighter.

Ziva softly drew pattern on Tony's chest, twirling one or two of his chest hairs in the process. She then adjusted her position, carefully lifting the blanket off him as to not wake him yet, she went to straddle his hip.

Letting her eyes rest on his relaxed and peaceful features, she lightly chuckled at the thought of Tony not noticing her actions.

Ziva continued to watch him before she leaned down and placed small kisses first on his chest and then went higher, kissing his neck and lips in the process.

Small moans came out of Tony's mouth as he whispered her name subconsciously.

Also she knew that he wasn't awake she could feel his arousal. But as she slightly inched higher on his hip to avoid his physical reaction, her hand accidentally touched his left arm, which looked swollen by now.

"Ouch," moaned Tony, who became awake with a start and Ziva stopped her ministrations.

"Does it hurt a lot?" The Israeli asked as she lightly stroke over his injured arm.

"No, just wasn't prepared, that's all," replied Tony as he pulled Ziva back down onto his stomach, fastening his arms around her so that she couldn't switch positions.

"Good morning Sweet cheeks," Tony kissed Ziva passionately.

"Boker tov, my little Hairy Butt. Maybe I can help you release some of your tension?" she suggested teasingly, mere centimeters away from his face.

"Hm... that depends on which tension you thinking, Sweet cheeks," replied Tony, lifting his hips as emphasis.

First looking confused, her expression took a teasing hint as he lifted his hips.

"The one that does not get you killed by Gibbs," Ziva teased him.

"Me? What about you?"

"Gibbs would not hurt me," replied Ziva in a mocking serious tone and laughed.

"Gibbs wouldn't hurt any of us," concluded her partner, smiling as he watched Ziva laugh.

"Yes."

"But he would be very disappointed with us," sighed Tony.

"Ken," the Israeli replied as she propped herself up a bit. Before wriggling out of his embrace and settling down next to him again.

Tony gave her a sad but curious look.

"Turn around," ordered Ziva. At seeing his confused expression she continued, "A massage will help you."

"I would love too, Sweet cheeks, but your hands are injured," he softly reminded her as he wrapped his arm around her anew.

Pausing, Ziva thought about his words before she let out a frustrated sigh, "The stitches will get removed tomorrow."

"Yes, also you won't be able to use your hand fully for another day or more, depending on how well the cuts have healed and how the stitches come out," added Tony, holding her close to him as he looked into her eyes, "There's also your other hand."

"Tony," sighed Ziva as his tale had frustrated her only more.

"mi dispiace," (I'm sorry,) stated Tony gently.

"Just don't tell Gibbs," he added as an afterthought, making Ziva laugh again.

"I love you, Ziva David," whispered Tony after they had both calmed down, kissing her softly on the lips.

"I love you too Tony," smiled Ziva, her head resting on his upper body.

"Don't know what I would do without you in my life," Tony then said, when he was sure that Ziva had fallen asleep again.

As the pair went outside some time later, Gibbs was giving them a pointed stare.

"Tony got an massage. He was tense, yes?" replied Ziva, the corner of her lips slightly upwards - smirking, which caused Gibbs to roll his eyes.

"They'll be all over each other once they are at Tony's. I'll need Bourbon, a lot of it," thought Gibbs, shuddering at the thought of his agents getting involved, "Or the redhead from earlier today. I might call her."

(Gibbs' Garden – Sunday - 2pm)

After taking out some deck-chairs, all three occupants of the house found themselves lounging outside. While Tony was fast asleep, sunbathing, Gibbs and Ziva enjoyed the peaceful quietness and read.

"Gibbs, do you have a bucket somewhere around here?" the Israeli asked innocently.

"Gonna make DiNozzo wet?" questioned Gibbs, smirking.

"Just a bit?" replied Ziva in her best childlike voice.

"No bucket, but a water can. It's around the corner."

"Todah," smiled Ziva, taking off to fetch the can and fill it with water.

She then slowly sneaked up to Tony, who was still sunbathing, blissful unaware of Ziva's plan. Gibbs who had observed her actions, saw her struggle as she tried to lift the full water can above Tony.

"Let me help you," he whispered to his female agent.

Smiling gratefully at Gibbs, they both raised the can right above Tony's head.

"On 3," mouthed Gibbs and counted down.

'1'

'2'

'3'

'Splash!'

Tony instantly became awake, trying to splutter a coherent thought he checked his surroundings.

Gibbs, who had hastily retreated back to his seat after having chucked half of the water onto Tony, smirked at him.

"Got caught in the rain?"

Tony to stunned by the events to form a reply, finally looked in the other direction. Directly at Ziva, who still had the water can in hand and was laughing at him.

"Oh no, you didn't, Sweet cheeks," growled Tony jokingly as she just kept laughing at him.

"This is war," grinned Tony when he leaped out off his chair and caught Ziva around her waist.

"DiNozzo, she's injured," reminded Gibbs his agent, inwardly smiling as he thought, "Can't let my partner in crime take the fall."

Ziva smiled sweetly at Tony, "Maybe you should change your clothes, yes? Otherwise you may catch a fly."

"I think you mean bug, Zeevah," grinned Tony just before he gave her a small kiss and sighed as he made his way indoors.

"Todah, Gibbs."

"Wouldn't miss it, Ziver."

The rest of the day was uneventful, while Ziva and Tony spent most of it in front of Gibbs' TV, bickering and teasing each other, Gibbs had escaped to the safety of his basement and boat in the very beginning.

(Gibbs' House - Monday – 5am)

"DiNozzo!"

"Hmmmpff...."

"Get up!"

"Hmmmpff..."

Gibbs calculated his options. He had already pulled the blanket off his senior field agent, leaving his agent only with boxers against the cool morning air. But Tony still didn't made a move to acknowledge him or wake up for that matter.

"If I would turn the mattress upside down, I would most likely damage some other furniture in the process. Also it wouldn't be an easy task," mused Gibbs.

Just then the bathroom door opened.

"I would try water," smirked Ziva, already dressed for the day but still the cast protection on her arm, which Gibbs had placed there.

"Water, huh?" returned the older agent her smirk as he unfastened the protection cast.

Winking at him and giving him a kiss on the cheek as thanks for helping her with the cast, she disappeared out of the door.

"Now to you, DiNozzo," thought Gibbs inwardly as he went into the adjoining bathroom to wet a small towel.

As he came back, Gibbs carefully took aim and threw.

'Splash²'

"Woah," screamed Tony as he jumped out of bed in record time.

The towel having landed straight on his face, making him look like he had just showered.

"Glad that you have time to join us, DiNozzo," replied Gibbs sarcastically.

"Boss, was that really necessary?" whined Tony.

"Yes, get up! We leave in an hour and half."

With this Gibbs left his agent alone in the room. Tony meanwhile had looked at the clock.

"'5:12' God, what's wrong with them? Work doesn't start for another 3 hours," groaned Tony.

(Bullpen – 7am)

Shortly after having arrived at the Navy Yard, Ziva addressed Gibbs.

"Can I go down to Abby?"

"Sure."

Not two minutes later the last agent of their team arrived.

"Hey Tony. Morning Boss," greeted McGee as he made his way to his desk.

"Morning McFamily," joked Tony between bites of his breakfast burrito.

"Ha-ha, Tony," replied the agent as Tony just smiled at him.

"How was your weekend, DiNutso?" asked Tim, messing Tony's name up on purpose.

"Well, McNoisy, I got wet a lot," teased the agent back, grinning across their desks at his boss, who just rolled his eyes at his agents behavior.

"Ohkaaaayyy," said McGee while mentally recalling the weather in D.C..

"Where's Ziva?" he then wanted to know.

"Downstairs with Abby," munched the senior field agent.

"Oh, ok."

"Go McGee," animated their team leader.

"Thanks, Boss."

Tony wisely held his mouth shut. After his encounter with Gibbs this morning he had decided to stay on his boss' good side for today. He wanted to spent some time with Ziva outside off work after all.

(Abby's Lab)

When Ziva reached the level where Abby's lab was situated, she could already hear the usual music blasting loud through the lab.

"Abby?" Ziva asked as the bubbly scientist was nowhere to be seen.

"Ziva!" screamed an excited Abby in the Israeli's ear as she hugged her friend from behind.

"I've missed you!"

"We only saw each other a few days ago," said an confused Ziva, untangling herself from her friend's strong embrace.

"DAYS, that's too long for me! Normally I see you guys 6 or even 7 days a week!"

Ziva smiled at her friend.

"What have you guys done the last days? Nobody called me. I was wondering if you guys are still alive. I had serious withdrawal symptoms even though I was away with the nuns my cellphone would still have worked," scolded Abby.

"I promise to call you the next time I will be away for longer," assured Ziva, hoping that Abby had forgotten about her original question.

"So what did you guys did?"

"No such luck," mused Ziva.

"Hey Abs, hi Ziva," greeted McGee as he entered the lab.

"Timmy!"

"Abs, we talked yesterday night," reminded McGee as he tried to breath through Abby's bear hug.

"Yes, we talked," repeated Abby, looking in Ziva's direction as she said so, which got rewarded by an apologetically smile from Ziva, "But not in person, Timmy!"

"Well I'm here now. Could you hug me a bit more gently?"

"Oh!" exclaimed Abby, immediately letting go of him.

"Don't worry Abs," reassured McGee as he looked over to Ziva who seemed to want to make a run for it.

"Ziva," he addressed his friend, "Gibbs wants us back upstairs."

"What! No, you guys can't go yet!" whined the scientist.

"We'll be just a few floors up, Abs. You can always see and talk to us." reminded Tim their friend.

Once Ziva and McGee managed to make it out of Abby's lab and inside the elevator, McGee hit the switch. Ziva, who momentarily had spaced out, gave him a confused look.

"Abby was so fast, I didn't got a chance for a proper 'Hello'," explained McGee as he carefully hugged the Israeli, "I'm glad you decided to stay with us."

"Todah," replied Ziva a bit stunned by her friends reaction.

"What is on your mind? You seem rather distracted," started McGee.

"It was not an easy week."

"Yeah."

"Before you arrived Abby just asked me what Gibbs, Tony and I did the last days," Ziva began to tell him.

"Oh, so you hadn't a good time?"

"No. It was nice, just..."

"Just?"

"We cleaned out my apartment two days ago," she quietly said.

"I see."

"You do?" Ziva looked at him surprised.

"It must have been hard for you," concluded McGee while she nodded in agreement.

"Are you guys done with it?" he asked.

"Yes."

"You know Gibbs' rule #11?"

"I do not think so."

"Gibbs' rule 11: 'When the job is done, walk away.'"

"Something like let sleeping dogs lie?" Ziva summed up.

"Something like that," smiled McGee, not bothering to correct her.

"Todah, Tim."

"Anytime," he replied, hitting the switch again.

Just before the doors to the Bullpen opened, McGee added, "You know, if you need someone to talk too..."

"I know, McGee," interrupted Ziva smiling as they both returned to their desks.

Later that day Abby came running into the bullpen, straight to Ziva, hugging her gently but also strongly.

"Tony told me what you guys did this weekend," whispered Abby into her friend's ear, "I hope this will cheer you up," she said as she pointed to the wrapped gift she had placed on Ziva's desk.

There on the desk sat an familiar white carton with a red bow wrapped around it.

"Chocoholics Choice Cupcake," thought Ziva smiling.

(Bullpen - 12am)

"Gear up," ordered Gibbs as he took his weapon and badge out of his desk drawer. As he looked around he also noticed Ziva doing the same.

"Not you," he sternly told her.

"Gibbs..."

"No. You stay put," he said more quietly this time as he came to a stop in front of her desk, looking her in the eyes as he said so.

Defeated, Ziva sighed as she sat down and watched how the gray-haired agent disappeared inside of the elevator, joining Tony and McGee.

Thirteen seconds later her cellphone rang.

"David."

"I'll come by shortly before two thirty to pick you up for your appointment," Gibbs told her and hung up before she could answer him.

TBC....

A/N: I got a question for you. Do you guys want long chapters (which means I most likely won't update so often) or would you like me to update every 4-6days (with around 1,000 words a chapter?)

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