Making Rules

I'm pretty sure this is another rule from macadoodle3. I'm not sure how your rules keep ending up sounding kind of dirty...

Okay, this is the last of the fluff. Then I get to blow things up! Figure about a week passed between the last chapter and this one, to explain their increased comfort level with each other.

Tony stepped behind Ziva, taking a deep breath of her hair. "Do you know what I've always fantasized about?" he asked, his voice soft and deep.

"What is that?" she asked in turn, her tone playfully cool.

He opened his mouth to answer, but the elevator doors slid open at just that moment and McGee, waiting on the other side, raised his eyebrows.

Ziva led the way out of the elevator. Tony knew without looking that she was smirking at him. He followed her back to their desks and sat, his libido lost in the face of Gibbs glaring at the both of them for taking longer to get back from their crime scene. Tony threw himself into the search for information and suspects, only to pause when an envelope in the corner of his computer screen warned him he had mail.

The elevator? it said simply.

Tony's eyes darted across at her, but Ziva was seemingly engrossed in a phone call about banking records. He frowned, trying to distinguish if she was making the call up or really speaking to someone. But she didn't hang up after a full three minutes, so he shrugged and got back to work. Another envelope appeared a few minutes later.

The table in interrogation? Maybe make a movie?

Now that was an image that was never going to leave his head. Tony swallowed hard, glaring ferociously across their desks as Ziva twirled the phone cord around a slim finger.

Behind Gibbs' desk?

Damn it, she was seriously keeping him from getting anything done.

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs snapped.

He jerked to attention.

"Go check in with Abby."

"On it, Boss." Tony's eyes widened as he stood, and he quickly grabbed a file off his desk for modesty's sake. He didn't miss the quirking of Ziva's lips as she took in his state, but he didn't give her the satisfaction of meeting her eyes and confirming it.

He strode quickly to the elevator, then stopped, his face falling into a look of consternation. She'd seriously ruined the elevator for all time. Metal boxes weren't supposed to be erotic. Sighing, Tony headed down the stairs.

In the lab, Abby was waiting, humming with energy. Tony diligently committed her report to memory.

"Just hang on a sec, I'll grab the ballistics print-out from the other room," Abby sang, darting off.

Tony watched her go, then flew toward her computer, opening his email. Three new messages.

There are those contamination showers no one ever uses.

Or on Vance's couch?

Maybe up against the wall of the men's room?

He shuddered. He so should not have started this. Ziva was a professional at this.

Abby hummed to herself as she stepped back into the main room of the lab and Tony quickly reached to close his email. A new message popped up and he stopped just in time.

Men's room on Abby's floor, 2 minutes.

All of his blood rushed away from his brain. "Thanks, Abbs," Tony said quickly, nearly snatching the papers from her as he logged out of his account.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "No problem, DiNozzo," she called after him as he darted for the door.

Tony flew down the hall and through the door of the men's room, remembering comforting Ziva here just a couple weeks earlier. This was not going to be about comfort. He grinned, then whirled as she peeked in and pushed the door open.

"I have fantasized about this for quite some time," Ziva said lightly, stalking toward him. She kissed him and Tony pulled her hard against him.

After a moment, he flinched and leaned back. "This is probably a bad idea," he said regretfully.

Ziva nodded calmly. "Definitely. We are at work, we are breaking all sorts of rules..."

"Plus you're not even ever supposed to be in here," Tony added.

She gazed up at him a moment longer, then their mouths flew toward one another, their kisses devouring. Tony felt her fingers on his belt and thrust against Ziva's hand.

He had just had time to slide her skirt up and lift her around his waist when the door opened.

"For the love of God!" Gibbs shouted, one hand flying up to cover his eyes.

Tony froze, then felt Ziva pulling at his arms and set her down to straighten her clothes. She tried to tug his boxers into place and he flushed, taking over.

"Boss," Tony said, his voice strangled.

"What were you thinking?" Gibbs growled, dropping his hand.

Tony flinched. "We knew it was a bad idea."

Gibbs rolled his eyes, irate. "I have no problem with you two seeing each other, but when you are in this building or out on a case, your attention had damn well better be on the job at hand or you will no longer be on this team. Is that understood?"

They both nodded complete understanding.

"And if you knew it was a bad idea, which you should have, you should have stopped! If you know you'll regret something, don't do it!"

"We'll make that a rule, Boss," Tony said, still petrified.

Gibbs shook his head and turned to leave, then whirled back, wagging his finger in the air. "And Ziva, the men's room is for men. Enough of this already, you two don't have to have every serious conversation of your relationship in a bathroom."

"Yes, Gibbs," she said quickly, her eyes laughing.

With a last shake of his head, Gibbs left, heading down toward the lab for the report that he'd been waiting for. "Or at least lock the door," he muttered under his breath.