"Yeah, you were right. It's not them. Make the call."
The man stood in the corner of the large restaurant and watched the couple pay their bill and leave.
"Pay the money. I don't care. When you are ready let me know and I will take care of it. They won't even know what hit them."
The man snapped the phone shut and watched as the man slipped his jacket off and dropped it over the woman's shoulders. How touching.
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Tim rolled his shoulders and felt the slight twinge on his back he had felt earlier. Ziva hurriedly looked away trying to hide her smile. Oh he was going to be so mad…..
Tim looked down at Ziva as they started down the long hallway to their room.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing" Ziva tried to hide her smile and failed and Tim stopped dead in the middle of the hallway.
"What did you do Damita?" Tim asked suspiciously
Tim was using his firm voice he usually used on Tony when Tony had managed to screw his computer up. Ziva attempted to look innocent but the image of bare chested Tim kept making her giggle. Soon they would be getting undressed for the evening and slipping into bed. He was bound to notice it then anyway. His relationship with Abby had marked him with a tattoo. Hers might not be as permanent but it was still the same thing. And Tony said she didn't have a sense of humor!
Tim's eyes narrowed as Ziva uncharacteristically avoided his gaze and she appeared to be trying not to laugh. Oh this was going to be bad.
"Damita. Tell me. What did you do?"
Ziva took a step back from Tim preparing herself to run.
" I might of……burnt some letters into your back today…….by the pool….just a little bit"
Ziva held her fingers together to indicate how small the sunburn would be and waited for the explosion.
"You what?"
Ziva stepped back and watched tense as Tim slowly followed her, his eyes wide.
"When I was putting on the sunscreen I might of …..wiped a bit off….repeatedly……in the shape of some letters."
Tim didn't know whether to laugh or shout at her.
"Excuse me? You did what?"
He stepped towards her closing the space and Ziva took another two steps back from him, then reached down and gathered her long dress up in her hand, preparing to run.
"What have I got on my back Damita?" Tim was breathing through his nose as he tried to stay nice and calm. What was he a favored piece of stationary?
"Sexy"
And Ziva ran.
Tim gaped at her rapidly retreating figure before he bolted after her.
"I have SEXY on my BACK?"
Tim couldn't help but laugh as he pounded down the hallway chasing Ziva who was laughing so hard, almost stumbling in her long awkward dress and high heels he was gaining on her. He had a sexy back apparently. Wait sexy back? Wasn't that a Justine Timberlake song?
"Sexy Back?"
There was a large round table in the center where two long corridors met and Ziva darted across to the far side of the table watching to see whether Tim would go left or right. She peered around the large center floral arrangement and the two of them grinning at each other dodged first left and then right all the while managing to keep the table between them.
"Oh you think that's funny Damita do you?" Tim side stepped to the left and Ziva equaled the distance to her right
Ziva grinned at him and nodded cheekily, watching his every move.
"Well you brought sexy back……."
"Oh that's it. You're going down" Tim grinned at Ziva and Ziva laughed at his determination.
She looked into his eyes and realized that before her wasn't just the man that always helped carry the heavy gear and equipment and would open doors for her. Tim was also a man who hacked into secure Agency mainframes and routinely broke Federal Law without breaking a sweat. He was a trained federal agent who chased down suspects everyday just like she did. He was also a good foot taller than her and he had greater physical strength and reach. She also didn't want to use any moves on him that might hurt him.
She was a goner.
Still she would go down fighting.
Ziva quickly kicked off her heels and with a laugh she fled down the hallway where she had just come from. Her heart pounding with excitement and her beaded dress rustling with the movement she ran joyfully. She risked a glance behind her and suddenly she was caught up in Tim's strong arms and held against his chest. He quickly turned her until she faced him …
"What are you going to d…"
and then tossed her over his broad shoulder.
Ziva found herself laughing breathlessly with her head hanging down over Tim's back. She kicked her legs trying to free herself and Tim just clamped a long arm around her legs pinning
"Sexy" Was all Ziva managed before she collapsed into further laughter.
Tim gave her a well rounded rear a smack for her cheekiness as he arranged her small frame more comfortably over his shoulder and then headed off down the hallway towards their room. He wanted to get his shirt off and see for himself. It didn't sting much so it couldn't be too bad but still that wasn't the point. Ziva would be massaging salve into his tender flesh in payment from now until doomsday.
Ziva reached down as her head bobbed up and down as Tim walked and pinched his delectable firm ass between her fingers and grinned evilly.
"Hey! Stop that"
Tim tickled Ziva's tiny bare feet in retribution and she writhed, twisting and laughing on his shoulder as he carried her down the hallway.
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Gibbs wandered casually over to where Fornell was sitting and perched his lean frame on the arm of the large couch, across from the elevators.
"So how do you think our couple is doing?" Gibbs asked quietly.
Fornell pulled his glasses off and noisily folded the newspaper he was reading before turning to Gibbs with a smile.
"Initially I would have said not so good. But right now I'm thinking I might have to ask them to tone it down a little. They are coming across like they are having a steamy affair rather than being married to each other. It's a little too much if you know what I mean. I think they should throw a small argument somewhere public or something. Make it more realistic"
Gibbs smirked "Well McGee was always kind of an over achiever and Ziva is very….. dedicated to her job."
Fornell raised an eyebrow and gave Gibbs a wry look.
"Yes I could see her job dedication practically falling out of her dress tonight. Both of them"
Gibbs laughed in agreement. Ziva had looked particularly stunning tonight and McGee did have that recently tazered look about him. Still so far no one had been tied to a chair and beaten so things were going well. He hated when that happened.
Fornell leaned past Gibbs and watched curiously as McGee walked past with Ziva thrown over his shoulder. She was laughing and wriggling rather ineffectually while Tim had an arm holding her legs against his chest. She also appeared to have lost her shoes.
"Toby! Put me down! I said I was sorry! Toby!"
Tim looked across at his two superiors and smiled, giving a mock tip of his hat to them before continuing down the hallway to their room.
"Evening"
Fornell and Gibbs looked at each other in surprise before turning back to watch as Tim gave Ziva a light slap on the rear.
"Would you STOP wriggling? You are making it hard to open the door"
Ziva just gasped for breath and laughed harder
"Sexy Back"