Sometime in the middle of the night, McGee was awakened, by Tony's snoring. He rolled his eyes and stopped the repeating of the DVD title screen, and turned off the TV. He looked down at Abby, who was still peacefully sleeping under his arm. How, he didn't know, with Tony's snoring. He gently shook her and whispered.

"Abs." He said. She didn't budge. "Abby!" He said a little louder. Abby woke up and looked around the dark room.

"What time is it?" She asked as she stretched.

"I don't know, early." McGee replied. "I'm going up to bed. I guess we better wake Tony and Ziva too." He said, motioning towards the couch. He started walking towards them, when Abby pulled him to a stop.

"No, Tim!" She whispered. "Leave them. Look." McGee studied the two as best as he could in the dark room. Tony now had his feet on the couch, and they were tangled up with Ziva's. One of his hands rested on her thigh, the other was on her stomach. Ziva still had her head on his shoulder, and her hands lay on his chest.

"Abby, Gibbs will kill them if he sees that." McGee replied.

"I don't care. They are too adorable Timmy. Come on, let's go." Abby grabbed his hand and dragged him up the stairs.

Ziva opened her eyes and immediately recognized the smell.

It was Tony. She smiled to herself and just breathed in again. He smelled absolutely wonderful. She looked out the window and realized that it was about daylight, and that meant Gibbs would probably be up soon. She hated to move, but knew that if Gibbs saw them with their legs tangled and his hand, where it was, he would not be happy.

"Tony..." She whispered. He didn't move, his loud snoring only continued. "Tony..." She said a little louder. "Tony!" She said in a normal voice. He opened his eyes and looked down at Ziva.

"Morning." He said. He removed his hands from Ziva's body, much to her dismay, and rubbed his face. He untangled his legs from hers and they both sat up. When the rest of the team joined them, Tony volunteered that he was hungry and would be happy to go pick up breakfast. He got everybody's orders and left. As he sat in the car at the drive through window; all he could think about was Ziva's beautiful body in that bikini yesterday. He ordered breakfast and returned to the Beach House.

"Tony...I wanted my eggs scrambled." Abby said.

"I wanted bacon, not sausage." McGee complained.

"What is this?" Gibbs demanded. He looked down at Tony and Ziva, who were eating their breakfast contently. Tony looked up at the three of them.

"Sorry boss. I uh...had my mind on something else." Gibbs threw his breakfast in the trash.

"Obviously." He said, and walked away, coffee in hand.

About an hour later, breakfast was done and the team was ready for the beach, even Ziva. McGee and Abby immediately ran into the water, as Ziva laid down on the sand. Tony groaned.

"Not this again." He said. Ziva looked up at him.

"Tony...this is what I want to do." She said. Tony put his hands up.

"Fine, fine." He said, and got into the water. He checked on Ziva at least every ten minutes, and she was just laying there, reading her book. About the fifth time he looked up, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly became furious. He looked over at Gibbs, who was asleep in one of the lounge chairs. He ran out of the beach and over to Ziva, who was sitting up, smiling and flirting with the same guy from the previous day. Tony sat down on her towel, as close as he could to her. "Hey sweetcheeks," He gave her a kiss on the cheek and continued, "the water's great out there." He smiled up at the guy.

"Who's this?" He asked.

"Hey, I'm Tony. Her fiancė, soon to be husband." He smiled and put his wet arm around Ziva's waist, and if it was possible, he pulled her closer. The guy rolled his eyes and stormed off.

"Tony why did you do that?" She asked.

"Because I didn't want that guy around you." He said. He moved his arm away from her, but they still sat incredibly close.

"I am sorry. I did not know that I needed your permission to flirt with someone." Ziva replied. She rolled her eyes and scoffed, laying back down, leaning on her arm as she read her book. Tony instantly felt horrible.

"I'm sorry, Zi. I guess I'm...over protective sometimes." Tony said.

"Do not forget jealous, Tony." Ziva replied.

"Jealous? I am not jealous." Tony said. "DiNozzo's do not get jealous." Ziva rolled her eyes and looked up at him.

"But DiNozzo's get what they want, do they not?" She returned to her book, and Tony ran back to the beach, defeated. He mumbled to himself as he walked into the water.

"Jealous? Psh. She's crazy. I am not jealous. I just don't want some creep feeling up on her. She wouldn't say that if Gibbs told that guy to get lost." Tony swam until he got tired, and re-joined Ziva on the sand. He sat down next to Ziva on her overly-large towel.

"Tony, get off of my towel!" She said.

"Aw come on Ziva, I left mine in the house. And we're partners, what's the big deal?" He asked.

"Fine." Ziva said in a huff and moved over, so that Tony had plenty of room. He smiled at her and lay down, letting the sun dry him off. He closed his eyes and almost drifted off to sleep, but woke up when he felt Ziva get up.

"Hey, where you going?" He asked.

"To get Abby." Ziva replied.

"Why do you need Abby?"

Ziva held up the suntan lotion in her hand. "I need this on." Tony sat up.

"I'll do it, Zi. I don't mind."

"No thanks, Tony, I will just get Abby." Tony frowned.

"Ziva, look how much fun she's having with McGee out there." Ziva let out a sigh and laid back down on the over sized towel.

"Fine. She said, handing it to him. Tony put some lotion on his hands and then his mouth fell open when he looked down at her. She untied the back of her top, so that the strings were on the side. He didn't realize how long he was staring at her until she spoke. "Ok, Tony, any day." She said. Tony sighed. He didn't know why he volunteered to do this, and he didn't know how he was going to rub her without his hands...traveling...to different places. He shut his eyes tight and placed his hands on her back, rubbing the lotion into her skin. He moved up to her neck and shoulders, and didn't realize that his hand was dangerously close to her breast.

But Ziva did. Chill bumps surfaced on her skin, and, afraid that Tony would feel them and make some smart comment, she needed a way to distract him. She decided to tease him. She let a small moan escape from her lips. Tony laughed.

"You're very funny, Ziva." She chuckled. His hands were now right above her butt.

"Ok, done." Tony said proudly and then let out a sigh of relief.

"No, Tony. Legs too please." She said, pointing at them. Tony shut his eyes tight again and put some more lotion on his hands, and began rubbing her legs. He made sure he got every bit of them, even her thighs. When he finished, he let out a deeper sigh.

"Thank you." She said. Tony looked at her body again.

"No problem." He lied. Hey lay down on the towel and fell asleep. After a while, he woke up and looked around. McGee and Abby were now on the sand, laying next to each other, Ziva was still reading that damn book, and Gibbs was gone. Tony guessed that he went for coffee, though why any normal human being wanted coffee on the beach, he didn't know. "Hey Ziva." He said.

"Yes Tony?" She asked.

"Wanna have some fun?" Her eyes grew big and she looked at him.

"What kind of fun?"

"McGee fun." Ziva didn't know why she felt slightly disappointed, but she just rolled her eyes and returned to her book.

"Leave him alone, Tony." She said. He looked at her and laughed.

"You know I can't do that." He stood up and walked over to where he and Abby were. He tapped Abby on the shoulder, and she pulled her ear phones out of her ears.

"Hey Tony!" She said happily, and Tony immediately put his finger to his lips.

"Shhh! Don't wake McSleep." Abby nodded and stood up. Tony grinned and spoke softly. "Let's bury him."

"Tony, that's so mean." She said, but then smiled, "But so brilliant! Let's do it." The two of them dropped to their knees and began burying the junior agent. When they were done, McGee was wearing a sand bikini. Abby grabbed her camera and took several pictures. Tony turned and looked in Ziva's direction, but she wasn't there. Her book and bag were on her towel as well as her flip flops. Tony began looking for her frantically, as if she was a four year old. He looked out into the ocean and narrowed her eyes, and then let out a sigh of relief. He looked down at bikini McGee again and let out a laugh. Ziva had to see this. He ran into the ocean as far as he could and swam to her the rest of the way. He finally reached her and she had just surfaced the water. She held her head backwards and the water run out of it, driving Tony crazy.

"You come in the water now, but you wouldn't come in with me?" He asked her. She smiled.

"I just wanted to cool off, Tony." She said. Tony now stood very close to her, and was pleased that he could see her body through the clear water.

"You have to see McGee. He's got a bikini on like yours." He said. Ziva laughed and looked up at him. He, too, laughed, and then looked down at her. They stared at each other for a couple of seconds, but both looked back when they heard Abby laughing. McGee was now awake, standing up from the ten pounds of sand that was on him. Ziva looked back up at Tony.

"Looks like I missed it." Tony turned to her.

"Abby has pictures." He said. Ziva nodded and then dove into the water, heading back to the shore. Tony let out a sigh and followed her. Once both of them were back onto the beach, Abby immediately tried to show Ziva the pictures of McGee buried in the sand, but she declined, rubbing the back of her neck just slightly before taking a seat on her towel. She moved her neck from side to side as she watched Abby pull McGee up, patting him lightly on the shoulder.

"Come, Timmy. Let's get you washed off." She giggled, winking to Tony before calling over her shoulder, "We'll be back later!" She said as she pressed on McGee, forcing him to move in front of her.

Tony then stared down at his partner, who was now moving her neck from side to side. She let out a small, barely noticeable groan in pain under her breath before picking her book back up.

"You okay?" Tony asked, concern evident in his voice. She nodded, but didn't look up at him as she continued to rub her neck.

"I am fine."

"Something wrong with your neck?" He questioned, moving to sit down next to her. She shook her head.

"Nothing is wrong."

He sighed. She was such a bad liar. He brought his hands up and then dropped them, shaking his head. You wanna get murdered, DiNozzo? He questioned himself before he carefully moved her hair so that it was lying over one shoulder. Instead of being straight, it was now curly, just the way that he liked it. He sighed and stared at her bare shoulders, her hand moving up and rubbing the back of her neck. Tentatively, he lifted his hand and moved hers away, slowly before carefully kneading his thumbs into the back of her neck and shoulders.

She groaned, "What are you doing, Tony?"

"Giving you a massage." He muttered, softly, as if he didn't want her to hear him. She closed her eyes and smirked.

"You are almost a natural." She commented, the feeling of his warm, large hands good against her aching skin, "How many women have you done this for?"

He grinned, opening his mouth to answer with a brag, but then let it drop. One. Ziva. Now. He decided not to answer and he just continued to massage her neck, moving slowly down to her shoulders as he did so. Eventually, she moved back and leaned up against him, making it harder for him to give a massage. He was about to tell her to sit up when he realized that she was fast asleep, a light snore escaping her. He laughed and then shifted his position so that his hands weren't on her neck, but lower, around her waist area. He pulled her closer to him so that her head was leaning against his shoulder. The top of her head tickled his neck and he subconsciously rubbed her bare thigh as she slept. He felt his swim trunks get tighter and he groaned. She just had to fall asleep against him when she was dressed like that, didn't she?

Tony shifted his position, in order to shift his swim trunks, and Abby came bounding over to them, McGee in tow, "I'm hungry!" she announced, and Tony put a finger up to his lips, signaling her to be quiet. He then pointed to Ziva. She giggled softly and bounced up and down, "You guys are adorable." She gasped, "Are you finally together?!" She nearly shouted, and Tony even felt his face grow a little red from that.

"No!" He shouted, and then hushed his voice, "Fine. Let's go get something to eat. You know any good restaurants down here, Abs?"

She nodded, "I know this great Italian restaurant Tony, you'll love it."

"Well it better be good. You know I only eat certain Italian foods..." He grinned, and she nodded.

"It's incredible." She looked around, "Where's Gibbs?"

Tony shrugged one shoulder, "Don't know. I think he went back."

"Well then come on, let's go. Timmy! You grab the stuff, I'll call Gibbs...Tony..." She smiled, "You get Ziva." Tony just smiled back as she dialed Gibbs number, pulling out her phone from her bag, swinging it over her shoulder as she did so.

McGee started to fold up the towels and grab the other bags as well as Ziva's book and flip-flops. Tony slipped one hand under her knees and then the other under her lower back before standing up with ease. She slumped up against him in her sleep and he felt her hands grab onto his chest hair. He yelped, but managed to keep his cry down as he motioned for them to go in front of him. Abby smiled at the two as she hung up the phone, "Yup! Gibbs is back at the house! He said he brought us all subs, how nice is that?"

"Oh yeah..." McGee realized, "It's lunch, not dinner."

"Yeah, Timmy!" Abby exclaimed, grinning. The walk back to the house was silent, and the entered, letting Tony, sleeping Ziva in his arms, go first. Gibbs was already sitting down at the island in the kitchen, eating his sub. He stopped half-bite and raised an eyebrow at Tony.

"Hey boss!" He grinned, "Hold on a second, just gotta set Ziva down. She fell asleep..." he reiterated, but then quickly moved towards the living room. Gibbs slyly watched Tony as he carefully set Ziva down onto the couch, moving her arms and her legs to make sure she was absolutely perfect, and then he watched as he bent down and placed a small kiss against her forehead. It was short, but it still made Gibbs want to smack him upside the head. He turned back towards his food as Tony pulled out a blanket and put it over her and then returned to the kitchen. Tim and Abby were already munching on their sandwiches as Tony returned to them and pulled his own out of the paper bag.

He took his seat in between Abby and Gibbs, biting into the cheese steak that Gibbs had bought for him, "Got the order right, didn't I, DiNozzo?" Gibbs questioned, his mouth full of food. Tony just nodded and looked down at his sub, "That's cause I wasn't distracted."

Lunch was pretty silent until they heard a stirring in the living room, "Ziva?" Tony questioned to nothing in particular, throwing down his sub as he entered the living room quickly. Gibbs just rolled his eyes and Abby and McGee both shared looks with each other. Tony bent down next to his partner just as she was waking up. He patted her thigh, "Hey sleeping beauty." He grinned as she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Tony?" She asked, sitting up, "I thought I fell asleep on the beach..."

"You did. I brought you inside. We're eating lunch right now." He said, "Gibbs' treat." He grinned.

In the kitchen, Gibbs watched as McGee threw away his trash. He was about to go upstairs to get changed back into his regular clothes as well as remove most of the grains of sand that were still captured in his clothing when Gibbs stopped him, "McGee." He called, "A word?" He questioned, though McGee knew that he wasn't stupid enough to say 'no.' His mind reeled at what Gibbs could possibly want to talk to him about. He hadn't done anything wrong!

He just turned around and walked towards him as Gibbs took one last look at his sandwich and threw it away. He then motioned for him to follow him outside, "Come on." He said as he closed the door behind him. They stood face to face on the porch, "How long?" Gibbs finally asked, breaking through the silence as he looked down at his hands, which he was tapping together.

"How long...what?"

"Don't you cover." He said, softly, "How. Long." He slowly said, as if McGee didn't hear him the last time. It was slow and deliberate, and it got McGee on edge.

McGee was overly confused, "How long..."

"DiNozzo and Ziva."

"I honestly don't know what you're talking about, boss." He admitted.

Gibbs growled and rolled his eyes, "How long have they been dating?" He bluntly asked.

McGee stuttered for a moment or two before responding, "They're not...at least, not that I know of."

Gibbs just stared at him, "Covering for them..."

"I'm not covering for them. I know that DiNozzo may have feelings for her but..."

Gibbs laughed, "May?" He questioned, and then pointed towards the door, "Oh, McGee." He laughed again, "You're right. You don't know. Just go inside."

When 1800h rolled around, Gibbs was dressed in his normal attire, Abby in her normal attire, and McGee in a polo and khakis. Tony and Ziva, however, were still upstairs getting ready. Abby had made reservations at the Italian restaurant for around 1900h, and they needed to move it if they wanted to be on time, for the restaurant was at least forty-five minutes away.

They all sat silently in the living room when Tony came bounding down the stairs, singing Frank Sinatra to himself in a rather horrible rendition of him. He was dressed in jeans and a lighter green dress shirt with tiny white stripes. He stopped at the foot of the staircase, for his eyes caught the mirror that was hanging on the wall. He fixed his collar, popping it just slightly, and then messed with his already perfectly gelled hair. He then grinned as he turned towards the other three members of Team Gibbs. He grinned at them and then let his smile slightly drop at the account of someone missing, "Where's Ziva?" He questioned.

"Right here." He heard her say, and he quickly turned around, his mouth dropping open.

Ziva stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in a simple, strapless, red dress that flowed slightly out and cut off right above her knees, about halfway up her thigh. Her hair was perfectly straight, the ends curling towards her just slightly. She smiled down at Tony as she started down the stairs, her silver heels clicking on the way. Tony watched her every move in complete and utter shock, for his mouth had dropped so low. However, he managed to cover it up with a big grin. She stopped next to him, gave him a smirk, and then turned towards the team.

"Ziva, you are gorgeous!" Abby shouted, running towards her in her three inch platform boots and throwing her arms around the Israeli. She laughed as they all started out of the door. Tony held the door open for Ziva and then placed his hand on the small of her back, leading her out. McGee just shared a look with his boss, who rolled his eyes once again and then followed the two out. Tony beeped his car as both he and Ziva started towards it. He opened the door for her and she crawled in.

"I got Ziva, boss." Tony said, "You wanna take Abby and McGee?" He questioned, and Abby nodded enthusiastically as she got into the car that Gibbs had rented for them. McGee just shared another look with Gibbs, thinking back to their short conversation earlier, and then climbed into the passenger seat of Gibbs' car.
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After dinner, Tony insisted that he drop Ziva off at the beach house and then go out to get...something. What, they didn't really know, because he didn't tell them what he was getting. The most confused of the bunch was Ziva, who excused herself as soon as they got inside to go upstairs. She didn't reappear for the entire day, and Abby racked her mind in order to figure out just what made this behavior. She didn't do anything, she was sure about that. She was also sure that both Gibbs and McGee didn't do anything, so the only person left was Tony. Of course Tony did something. She rolled her eyes. Whenever Ziva had a problem, it never involved anyone else besides Tony.

Gibbs and McGee went down into the basement to check out the pool table, which Gibbs was actually pretty excited to play, and she went upstairs to 'get changed', aka, check on Ziva.

She paused in the bedroom, knocking lightly on the open door, "Ziva?" She questioned, cautiously walking in, "You okay?" Ziva looked up at her and nodded. She was still dressed in her dress, yet her heels were thrown on the ground, lying on their side. She pulled on a pair of black sweatpants and pointed to her zipper.

"Abby?" She questioned, and she moved towards the assassin. She unzipped the dress and let it fall, handing Ziva her bra, which lay on top of the vanity chair. She slipped it on and then turned around, walking out of the room and across the hall to the guy's bedroom. Abby didn't question, for she didn't want to interrupt the Israeli. In fact, she was rather curious as to what she was going to do. She walked to the far bed and opened up the suitcase on the ground. She rummaged through and then pulled out a gray shirt, slipping it over her head.

Abby leaned up against the side of the doorway, raising an eyebrow as she turned around, revealing that she was wearing Tony's Ohio State Buckeyes shirt. She promptly walked past her and into their own room, reaching into her own bag. Abby gave a smile, "That's Tony's shirt."

Ziva paused as she searched through her stuff, looking up just slightly, "Yes." She acknowledged before returning back to her bag.

"Why are you wearing Tony's shirt, Ziva?" she questioned, grinning greatly.

"Because Tony and I always have movie nights at the end of a case. I come over to his apartment and he lets me borrow his shirt." She shrugged her shoulders, "It is more comfortable than anything I have at home."

"Are you sure that's the reason?" She questioned, and Ziva nodded, confused as to why Abby didn't believe her.

"What other reason would there be?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe the fact that's it's Tony's....or that it smells just like him."

Ziva blushed just slightly, "You have noticed it too?"

Abby squealed and bounced up and down, "You love him!"

Ziva groaned and walked towards her, her book in her hand, "Abby..." She paused and then just looked at her before brushing past her and then walking down the stairs, shaking her head. She didn't love him. No, correction, couldn't love him. A relationship with Tony, much less Tony in the workplace as her partner would result in nothing but heartache and focusing solely on him. Him, him, him....but then again, that's all she thought about anyways; she didn't think that there would be any difference at all even if they did get together. She slightly scoffed. Only in your dreams, David. In fact, she did dream about it...all the time. She used to have dreams all the time of Tony moaning her name as he pleasured her deep into the night. She smiled slightly at the thought.

"Abs!" She suddenly heard McGee call from down in the basement, snapping her abruptly out of her thoughts, "Tony came back! Get Ziva and come down here! We're just about to start a game!"

Ziva reached the end of the stairs when Abby came running down after her, bouncing just slightly with her step, "You coming, Ziva?"

Ziva paused and looked down the stairs to the basement. She didn't want to go...that was the truth, "Later, Abby." She nodded, and Abby sighed before heading down the stairs, calling McGee's name.

She looked down the stairs one more time before heading towards the counter, sitting down on one of the stools and placing her book in front of her. She put both of her elbows on the counter and then rested her head in them as she read. It wasn't until she read about a hundred pages that she felt something cold and hard up against her arm. She turned to the left and looked down at the beer bottle before looking up at the man who presented her with it.

"Tony." She nodded, and then looked down at her book as he sat down next to her. His sweet, amazing smell filled her nostrils, and she had to cover up her smile as she breathed it in again. He smelled of soap, a cologne that she couldn't even identify, and....DiNozzo. Eau de DiNozzo, as she called it.

"Hey." He started, "Coming down?" He questioned, "We were waiting for ya, but then...oh, you know how McGee is. He just couldn't wait." He grinned, taking a swig of his beer. Ziva just looked up at him and then back down at her book, "Ziva?" He asked, confused. Did he do something wrong? He studied her body and then grinned largely as he realized what she was wearing. He tugged gently at the bottom of her...his shirt. "You're wearing my shirt." He smiled contently. She just rolled her eyes but didn't look up from her book.

"Very good, Tony." She said, exasperated, but not looking up from her book. She just continued to read, her eyes darting across the lines.

Tony groaned, "Are you ever going to do anything this entire vacation besides read that stupid book?"

"This is what I would like to do." She huffed, and he just stared at her, taking a swig of his beer as she turned the page. Finally unable to take it anymore, he grabbed the book out from under her and chucked it across the room. It hit the window and landed with a thump on the ground, the book lying flat.

"Tony!" She shouted, and he just smiled, pushing the beer slightly towards her.

"That's my name." He grinned, "Beer?"

She muttered angrily in Hebrew at him before snatching the beer, popping the top and taking a long drink of it before setting it back down on the counter.

"So why won't you come down with us?"

"I just do not want to." She shook her head, looking down at the bottle, where she picked at the wrapper.

He laughed slightly, "You don't know how to play pool, do you?" He questioned, his mind suddenly thinking about how amazingly sexy she would look playing pool. His grin widened at the thought.

"Does it matter?" She demanded, and he stood up, swinging around in his stool before walking towards the refrigerator. He opened up the freezer side and pulled out a pint of vanilla ice cream as well as two spoons from the drawer in front of the fridge. He walked towards her and sat down in the stool again, handing her a spoon as he flicked his thumb under the top, the top clattering slightly as it landed flat on the granite of the counter.

"Maybe." He grinned, "It's just you always brag about...."

"I do not brag." She inserted in, pointing her spoon at him.

"Whatever. You always are ninja when it comes to anything. I mean, you beat McQi at that Scrabble game. And that's his thing." He dug into the ice cream as he set his beer down, taking a huge spoonful in his mouth. Ziva took a small bite, but smiled as she ate. It was delicious and sweet as it ran down her throat.

"I am not good at everything." She admitted, "Now leave me alone." Tony just stared at her for a while, running through his head the amount of things that he did today that would piss her off. He got dangerously close to her breasts when he put the suntan lotion on her, but she was asking for it then. Was she upset over him taking her back to the house to sleep? No, she couldn't possibly. What else did he do? He pondered for another moment before he realized his little jealous, over-protective spurt. Wait...DiNozzo's don't get jealous. Just over-protective. Oh, and even. He sighed, for that was probably the reason for her anger towards him.

"Listen..." Tony started, "If you are still...mad....about me running that guy out of town, I...I'm sorry." he muttered, and Ziva just stared at him in disbelief.

Finally finding the words to speak, Ziva smiled slightly as she picked at the ice cream with her spoon, "It's sweet...." She started, but was cut off by Tony.

"I know, right?" He questioned, putting a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, "It's my favorite kind as well. And brand. It's amazing, Abs really got it right this time." He grinned, putting another spoonful in his mouth, happily munching on it.

"I meant you, Tony." She said, quietly, and he stopped, his spoon halfway in his mouth. He pulled it out and looked at her, confused. She just stared right back, using a signature poker face.

"Oh." He said, once he finally found his breath. He was about to say something when she carefully pressed her palm up against his cheek, lightly running her fingers over his hair.

She looked at the top of his head and then let her eyes scan over his face, "You are a very good and sweet person underneath it all, Anthony." She said, her voice sweet and soft...sincere. Suddenly, he loved the way that his full name sounded. He had never liked anyone calling him Anthony, for he always found it too...disgusting. But when Ziva said it...well that was a completely different story.

"Uh..." Tony started, unsure of what to say. He wanted nothing then to take her in his arms, hug her tightly to him and kiss her madly, but he knew that wasn't a good idea at all. She let go of him and set the spoon down, taking her beer in her hand instead. Tony put the top back onto the ice cream and then returned it to the freezer before putting the spoons away and grabbing his beer as well, "You coming?" He questioned, and she shook her head.

"Maybe later."

"Or never, right?" He asked, and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Just do not tell Abby that. Our little secret?"

He grinned, "Sure thing!" he ran over and grabbed the book off of the ground, returning it onto the counter before winking at her and then letting his hand run against her back as he stopped at the top of the stairs. She attempted to find her place again when Tony called her name. She looked up at him, waiting for him to speak again, "You should wear my shirts more often." He smiled, and she just laughed as he disappeared down the stairs. Ziva didn't know how long she stared at the empty spot where her partner just was, but she finally shook her head and then turned back to her book. However, she was unable to read it; her mind was focused solely on Tony. Abby is right, Ziva. She scolded herself, You are madly in love with him. You can barely control yourself around him. Get a clutch. You can't love him. You shouldn't love him. So why do you?

After a couple of beers each, besides Ziva, they all called it a night. However, it was 0200h in the morning, and Timothy McGee couldn't sleep. Why? It wasn't because of Tony's loud snoring, in fact, he wasn't snoring at all. No, that wasn't the problem. It was that he woke up to someone moaning Ziva's name.

At first he thought that they were finally sleeping together...at this time of all times, in front of him of all people, but no, Tony was completely alone in his bed, tossing and turning, murmuring and groaning her name in his sleep.

"Ziva..." He heard him moan, "Please...more..." He muttered before flipping back over. McGee growled and groaned, turning his head into his pillow, trying to drown out Tony, "Ziiivvvaaa..." He groaned out, "Ziva..." He moaned louder as McGee glared at the senior field agent through the night. He was never going to get any sleep with him moaning her name like that.

Sighing, he realized that he might as well make the best out of it. He carefully crossed the floor, making sure not to wake the moaning DiNozzo, and he rummaged through his bag, before he found what he was looking for...his cell phone. Going through the applications, he grinned as he found the one he was looking for.

He laid contently in bed, holding his phone towards Tony. He pressed the red button and the screen flashed the sign:

RECORDING.

Tony groaned her name once more, louder this time, "Zivaaa....oh god Ziva...right there...Ziiiivvaaa..."

Tim grinned, his mind thinking slightly back to when Tony buried him in the sand earlier that day.

Payback.