Hello again! Thanks to the reviewers! Anddd we corrected a couple of mistakes in the first chapter, just wanted to let you know about them. 1) Lines were added, and they were added before but they didn't transfer, so we re-added them. It should make more sense now. Haha. And 2) We changed the transportation to flying, so that they could get there sooner. :) Anyway, here's chapter two!

Tony groaned and glanced at his watch as he passed in front of Ziva and Abby's door once again. That must have been at least the tenth time he had done that in the past thirty minutes, which was how long Ziva had kept herself cooped up in the bedroom for since Tony announced that they were going to the beach. Abby and McGee had been dressed at least twenty minutes ago, as had he, and were now leaning up against the wall. Gibbs didn't bother to wait, he just announced he was going for coffee, without changing into a bathing suit, and then left.

"What is taking her so long?" He groaned, throwing his hands up in the air in annoyance.

Abby shared a knowing look with Tim and then shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe she just wants to look perfect?" She guessed, and Tony rolled his eyes.

"She already does." He muttered under his breath, which Abby heard, and then grinned at McGee, who just shook his head. It was then that Tony decided that nothing was working, so he started banging on the door, "Ziva!" He shouted, "Get out here!" He said, "You've been in there for like thirty minutes!"

"I am not done yet!" She shouted, her voice a little muffled as she shouted through the door, "You can just grasp your donkeys."

Tony furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "Grasp your donkeys? What the hell? You mean...hold your horses...." He rolled his eyes and then banged the door some more, "Ziva, come on!"

Abby just sighed deeply and then stood up from where she was leaning up against the wall, "Well Timmy and I are going down to the beach. We'll meet you there." She held up her cell phone and waved it, "Call us if you need us!" She smiled as she linked arms with Tim and then started down the stairs. Tony groaned and then leaned up against the door, glancing down at his watch one more time.

At least another twenty minutes later, the bedroom door finally opened, revealing Ziva David to his eyes. However, she had a purple dress on her body, which deflated his mood just a little. He tried to look down her shirt in order to see what color bikini....he specifically told her to pack bikinis...she was wearing, but had no luck. Her hair was perfectly straight, unlike the curly locks they were in when they got there, and it was down...Tony grinned. He liked her hair down, for that meant he could twirl his fingers in it. He grinned larger at the thought. She slipped on her white flip-flops and then twirled the sunglasses she had in her hand.

"Ready?" She questioned, smirking ever so slightly.

He just rolled his eyes, "Finally. I've been ready for like forty minutes, Zi."

"Well you did not have to wait for me, did you?" She questioned as she started down the stairs, Tony followed her down. They both grabbed the two towels that were set out for them on the bar of the kitchen, on the way to the door. Tony quickly grabbed hers, however, "I got it." He grinned, and she just furrowed her eyebrows together. This Tony was...interesting...he opened the door and held it open for her, allowing her to go out first. Furrowing her eyebrows together more, she walked out slowly.

"Thank...you?" She questioned, but Tony didn't notice the surprised tone in her voice.

"Welcome!" He grinned as he matched her pace. She put her sunglasses on just as Tony did the same with his,her eyes moving from the sand to the beach, and then back again. It was already getting slightly dark, for it was about 1700h. As they got closer to the beach, the more people were there. Tony noticed that several men stopped and stared at Ziva, resulting in a curl of his lip up in a snarl. Somehow, he found himself wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. She didn't even look up at him as they spotted Abby and McGee near the edge of the beach, Abby already lying down on a towel reading a magazine and listening to her iPod as well as McGee, who was constructing a rather intricate sandcastle. They started towards the two and Tony grinned, "Watch this." he whispered down to Ziva as he ran towards Tim, who was unaware of his presence, "Fe! Fi! Fo! Fum! I am Tony Giant! Destroying to land of the PROBIES!" He moved his legs in a robotic motion, very high up in the air, as he made sound effects as well. His feet smashed Timmy's sandcastle, and he then laughed.

"Tony!" All three shouted at him as he looked up at them, laughing.

He ripped his sunglasses off, "What?" He looked around and then suddenly got an idea, "Baywatch!" He suddenly shouted, "Come on, Ziva! Let's do it!"

"What is a 'Baywatch'?" She questioned, and Abby quickly sat up.

"Trust me, Ziva, you don't want to know."

Tony groaned as Ziva looked at Tony, "Tony." She called, and his eyes snapepd up to hers.

"Yeah?"

"Could I please have my towel now?"

"Nope." He grinned.

"Why not?" She demanded.

"Tell me where you want it."

She pursed her lips together and narrowed her eyes at him, "Tell me where you want my fist if you do not hand over the towel." Tony gulped, fully aware of just how strong and capable the beautiful Israeli was, and then he promptly threw over the blue and white stripped towel, "Thank you." She smiled as she laid it down on the sand and then laid on her side, flipping open her book, propping up her elbow on the sand and her head on the palm of her hand.

"I'm going for ice cream." McGee suddenly announced, "Anyone wanna come?" He questioned, and Abby's head popped up.

"Sure!" She grinned, looking at Tony as she stood up, "You wanna come, Tony?"

"No, that's okay." He said, looking down at Ziva, moving his head around a little. It was obvious he wanted to see what was underneath, "Besides, I don't want to see McProbie here stuff his McFace." He laughed, "And put on a shirt!" He called to McGee as they started away.

"Why didn't Tony want to go?" McGee asked Abby as they slipped on their shoes and Tim slipped on a shirt as they started away.

She just grinned, "Timmy, sometimes you are so dumb."

"What? He loves ice cream! It was strange!"

"He loves Ziva more." She laughed as they linked arms and then Abby skipped away; McGee solely walked.

Tony sighed, "Hey, Zi, you wanna go swimming?"

"No." she responded, shortly, not even turning to look at him.

"How about joining that game of volleyball over there?" He asked.

"No." Again, another short response.

"Okay...how about..."

"Tony." She firmly said, looking up from her book at nothing in particular. Just straight forward. Tony was standing to the side of her, in front of her head, "I want to read my book."

He groaned, "That's no fun! So you're telling me that I waited forty minutes to watch you read your book?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "I guess not everyone wins. You could always get a tan."

"Are you suggesting I need one, David?"

She just turned and looked up at him, giving him her classic elevator eyes, "Hmm..." She shrugged her shoulders again and he laid down next to her, where Abby was. He picked up the forensic scientists iPod and scrolled through the tracklist. He eventually found himself twirling Ziva's hair in his fingers as he did so, but she didn't say anything about it. In fact, he didn't realize he was doing it until Abby and McGee came back and Abby promptly asked if he had a fascination in Ziva's hair.

Tony quickly sat up and looked at Ziva, who didn't looked phased at all. She just stared down at her book. "Well Timmy and I are going into the water. You two wanna come?"

Tony briefly wondered if she was asleep. However, her response to Abby was, "No." Was that the only answer she had today?

"I'll be there in a moment." Tony nodded at them and they quickly ran towards the water.

"Last one there's a rotten egg!" Abby shouted to Tim, who just ran faster. Tony laughed.

"You sure you don't wanna come, sweetcheeks?"

She noddd, "Yes, Tony!" She shouted, almost exasperated.

"What?" He questioned, grinning, "Am I interuptting something?"

"My reading." She hissed.

"Ah...I understand." he leaned over and whispered into her ear before discarding his shirt and running off, "Hebrew sex novels are the best..."

She just glared at him as he ran towards Abby and McGee, who were already in the water, "Ziva's not coming?" Abby asked, pouting a little. Tony shook his head.

"Nope...she's gotta read some novel or something." He groaned, "I can't believe she doesn't want to..." And then suddenly Abby splased him. Tony gaped as she giggled.

"Excuse me?" He questioned, and she just giggled some more, "Oh you are dead, Abby." He glared at her and then went to splash her back right as she disappeared under the water. Tony looked around and then threw his arms wide when he couldn't find her, "Abby?" He questioned, and then all of a sudden, cold water was being thrown onto his back. He spun around and Abby was standing in the water behind him, grinning like an idiot, her pigtails slightly off.

"Gotcha, DiNozzo." She taunted. He went to splash her again when McGee suddenly spoke.

"Uh oh." They immediately stopped. And Tony turned towards him.

"Uh oh what?" He grinned, "Don't wanna be splashed?"

McGee just looked at him, "Ziva." he said, and that was all that needed to be said. Tony snapped his eyes towards her, and then narrowed them. A man was standing in front of her, grinning down at her as she smiled the largest smile he'd probably ever seen on her face at him. Her sunglasses were off, her book was down, and she had turned her body so that she was facing him.

"Tony..." Abby started, in a warning tone, but it was too late. Ziva giggled, and Tony was already running as fast as he could through the water towards her. Jealousy roared through his body. Well, he wouldn't admit it was jealousy...he was just being...protective. Yeah, that was it. Protective. However, once he finally got to Ziva, the man had already left and Ziva looked back at her book. He ripped it out of her hands, and she gaped up at him.

"Tony!" she shouted.

"Who the hell was that?" he demanded, pointing the book in the direction that her mysterious visitor disappeared in.

"Just a man." She responded, outstretching her hand, "Now can I have my book back, please?"

"'Just a man'?" He questioned, and she nodded.

"Yes, Tony, just a man."

"He could have hurt you."

"I am an assassin, Tony. He could not have hurt me even if he thouht about it."

Tony scoffed, coldly, "Oh yeah, Ziva hurting you definitely wasn't what he was thinking about."

"What is your problem, Tony? I cannot flirt with another man? What, am I chained solely to you?" She demanded, and Tony just glared down at her. She glared up at him. Silence was met between the two for a while before she smiled, "You are jealous."

Tony gaped, "I am not jealous of that...guy..." He said, shaking his head, "You're wrong."

"You are jealous." She nodded, as if confirming it.

"I'm...concerned."

"About what?" She demanded, "If you are talking about your physical health if you do not give me back my book, then yes, I would be concerned if I were you."

He groaned and then handed her her book back, "You tell me if he talks to you again."

"What?" She questioned, looking up at him from her book, "Why?"

"You just tell me, Ziva."

She rolled her eyes and then returned to her book, attempting to find her place again. Tony stood there watching her read, and then happily looked down the rest of her body. He frowned when the purple...thing was still over her swim suit.

"Ziva..." Ziva turned to him quickly, now very aggravated.

"What?" She said through gritted teeth.

"Aren't you hot in that thing?"

"No, I am fine." She replied. She returned to her book again. Tony walked over to her and squatted down so that he was close to her face.

"Ziva come on. We did not come all the way to Panama City for you to sit there and read a book!" Tony complained.

"Technically, Tony, I am laying." Ziva said. Tony rolled his eyes. He put his hands on his hips and continued to stare at her.

All of her. He briefly wished that his eyes could make the purple thing dissapear, like a super hero. He heard Abby call his name from the ocean. He looked at her and she smiled and waved at him.

"Are you coming back? It's gonna be dark soon!" She yelled. Tony nodded and did a thumbs up.

"Listen to Abby and get out of my sun."

"You know she's right, it's gonna be dark soon." Tony said, ignoring Ziva's comment.

"Thank you for the information." She replied, not looking up from her book. Tony scoffed and finally gave up, walking back to the water, and swam back to Abby and McGee.

Ziva, finally relieved from Tony, found her place in her book and began to read. What was left of the sun was beaming down on her, and she suddenly felt hot. She tried to ignore it, but couldn't. She put her book down again and sat up, removing the purple dress that covered her. She put it on Abby's towel and returned to her book, until she felt water drops fall on her legs from someone standing over her.

Tony.

"Yes, Tony?" She asked.

"Ready to get in the water?" Tony asked, studing her revealed body. His mind automatically thought about what was under the white binkini. He was snapped out of his trance, though he really didn't want to be, when he heard Ziva's voice.

"Tony, you are in my sun again." She said. Tony threw up his arms and started to walk away, when he had a plan. A great plan. If she wasn't going to the water, take her to the water. He grinned and walked over to her, squatting down. He slid one arm under her legs and one arm behind her back. Ziva dropped her book and looked up at him. "What are you doing?" She was now in Tony's arms, bridal style.

"Getting my way." Tony replied with a grin. He began walking to the water with her, but stopped when he heard a familiar voice.

"DiNozzo, what in the hell are you doing?" Gibbs barked. Tony turned around and dropped Ziva, as if she was a hot plate.

"Boss, I was just..."

"Ow!" Ziva yelled. Tony then realized what he did and ran back over to her.

"You two are not allowed to play grab ass while you're here. My rules still apply." Tony was helping Ziva off of the sand, but she slapped him away.

"You touch me again and I will kill you." She threatned. Tony put his hands in the air. Abby and McGee were now getting out of the water, joining the rest of them.

"Hey Gibbs!" Abby said happily, and ran over to him. "Gibbs..." She looked at him. "Who wears jeans to a beach? She asked. Gibbs smirked.

"I do." He replied and took a sip of his coffee.

After it got dark, the team went inside the beach house, showered and changed. They all sort of met back in the living room, unsure of what to do. Tony suddenly spoke up.

"I'm hungry." He said. Everyone smiled slightly. "What? I am!" He then turned to Abby, "Hey Abs, this place have any movies?" He asked. She smiled.

"Check the entertainment center." Tony went and started searching for a movie.

"How about a pizza?" McGee suggested.

"Sausage, pepperoni and extra cheese please." Tony said, not looking up. They all sort of looked at him, and then back at each other.

"I'll order it." Abby volunteered. She walked over to the phone and dialed the number. In less than thirty minutes, the pizza was there, and Tony finally picked out a movie. Gibbs ate two slices of pizza and stood up from the couch.

"Goodnight." He said. Tony furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at him, and then down at his watch.

"Goodnight? Boss, it's only 9:00! And the movie just started!" Gibbs only glared at the senior feild agent. "Fine, this one's on me." Tony said and smacked himself on the back of his head. Within an hour, the pizza was gone and Abby was curled up under McGee, sound asleep. Ziva and Tony sat beside each other, their thighs touching. He stretched and then let his arm lay across the couch. Ziva yawned and automatically put her head on Tony's shoulder, Tony then let his arm fall loosley onto her, pulling her close. He lay his head on top of hers.

McGee, who was watching them 'get comfortable', just rolled his eyes. They really needed to admit their feelings and get together already.

They were getting on his nerves.