Tony's heart was thumping loudly in his ears as he dove headfirst into the freezing water. As he shut his eyes, he waited a couple of seconds before opening them, blindly moving his hands around to try to push away the darkness in front of him. Ziva. That was the only thing on his mind. He had to find her. He had to make sure that was completely safe and in his arms. He couldn't believe that his stupid fight with McGee had let him get distracted from Ziva's safety and the health of her well being.

He let his head burst through the water as he breathed for air, gasping a couple of times. Being a survivor of the plague, this wasn't very good for his lungs, in fact, it was about the worst thing for him at the moment. But Ziva ending up dead on the bottom of the ocean wasn't very appealing to him, so he continued on, spotting the water skis just seconds in front of him. Ziva's perfect, olive toned foot was sticking up, tangled up in the brown strap of the ski.

"Ziva!" he shouted, swimming towards her as he watched her struggle to bring her head back up out of the water. She let her head drop back under the water, and he quickly undid the strap with shaky hands. Once her foot was out, it disappeared under the water as well as the rest of her body. He dove under quickly and wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her up just as she started flailing her arms in all directions. She sputtered for air as she stopped flapping her arms and then rested them on Tony's shoulders. He kicked with his legs in one place under the water, to keep them both afloat as he stared into her eyes.

Suddenly, Ziva was being pulled towards him, his arms wrapping around her and hugging her tightly to his body. His arms were tight around her, and he stroked the back of her head with his large hand. She barely had time to register that he was actually holding her in his arms, and he had just pretty much saved her life. She smiled slightly at the thought before Tony pulled back and looked down just for a second or two before looking back up, "Where's your top?" He questioned, and then that's whens he realized that there was an unusually large draft that she had been feeling. And now she knew the source of the problem. She sank deeper into the water, and Tony pulled her back up, for he didn't like that very much.

She quickly looked around, trying desperately to find the missing half of hers and Tony's favorite bikini. However, she couldn't find it.

Tony grinned at the thought of her being topless, but he saddened shortly at the fact that she was no longer able to wear his favorite bikini on her.

"Here!" he suddenly shouted, and then he hushed his voice just slightly, "Wear my top." He quickly took it off and slipped it over her as Gibbs shouted towards them.

"Hey! You two! Get your asses over here!" He yelled as Tony made sure that Ziva made it back to the ship safe and sound. He climbed into the boat first and then reached both of his hands down to pull her up. She stumbled slightly forward, into Tony, his overly large and wet t-shirt making it seem like that was the only thing she had on.

Ziva was promptly shot back as Abby tackled her into a bone-crushing hug, squeezing her tightly in her arms, "Ziva!" She breathed, "I'm so happy you're all right! At least Tony was there to save you!"

Gibbs glared shortly at the senior field agent, narrowing his eyes at him as he turned towards Ziva just as Abby let go of her. He carefully brushed some of her wet hair out of her face as he traced her jawline, "You okay, Ziver?" He questioned, looking her deep in the eyes. She just nodded, slowly.

"I am fine, Gibbs."

He nodded, but it was obvious that he didn't believe her as he turned from her, "DiNozzo." He called as Tony started towards his partner, "With me." He motioned for him to follow him into the cabin and he dropped his shoulders, sharing one final look of desperation at Ziva before following his boss.

He closed the door behind him and then stood in front of him, "What happened?" He asked, "Why'd Ziva go over?"

Tony sighed and closed his eyes, "I wasn't paying attention. I took a sharp turn going as fast as we could and...I guess she went over. Look, I should have been paying attention. I know. But really, the person that you should blame is McGee. He was the one who started the fight."

Gibbs just promptly smacked him on the back of the head, "Take care of her. She's your responsibility." He started out of the door when he stopped in the doorway and turned around, "Oh, and if you think that 'taking care of her' is me ordering you to sleep with her....you're wrong, DiNozzo." And with that, he left the cabin. Tony went to go and check on Ziva in about ten minutes, who was sitting with a towel wrapped around her on the side, Abby patting her leg as she dried herself off. The goth looked up at Tony and smiled slightly as she noticed him standing there, looking at them. She bid Ziva goodbye and then started away, off to find McGee, he guessed. Tony walked towards her and then sat down next to her, looking her over with his eyes, looking for any scrapes or bumps. There was a small one on the side of her face, just barely a couple of centimeters long, and there was a forming bruise that Tony could see through his shirt that was forming on her shoulder. He sighed.

"This is all my fault."

"No it is not." She shook her head, "Do not blame yourself for something you did not do."

"I made the boat go faster..." He sighed and then grabbed her hand, "Come on." He said, and a shock rushed through her body at his firm yet soft and caring touch. He pulled her up and then lead her to the cabin, closing the door behind him. He braced himself and then turned her around.

"What are you doing?" She questioned, confused.

"Let me see."

"Nothing is wrong!"

"Zi, don't lie. I've had enough of lying."

"You lied to me!" She fired back, and he sighed as he took a cautious step towards her.

"And then I admitted it was me." He carefully took a hold of the bottom of his shirt and then pulled it up slightly, his eyes meeting the red marks that were forming like whip lashes on her back from where the waves had hit them. He then pushed it down, wanting nothing more than to pull her into his arms, "Ziva..." He sighed, desperation adamant as he tried to keep his voice from cracking. She quickly turned around and realized that she was dangerously close to him.

"I have been beaten worse." And then suddenly she was being shoved up against the wall.

"Don't tell me that." He hissed through his teeth, his eyes softening, "Please." He ran his hand down her cheek and then looked her deep in the eye before leaving. However, he stopped in the doorway, "Why don't you get some rest, Zi?" He then promptly left, closing the door silently behind him. He was met on the deck by Gibbs.

"How is she?" He questioned, and Tony nodded his head towards the doorway.

"Taking a nap."

"Leave her. We're going back."

"But boss..."

Gibbs just glared at him, "We're going back. We've all been through a lot. But Ziva especially needs to rest. Abby wants to go to a club tonight." Tony's eyes shot up and he grinned, "She needs her rest." He said, and then started towards the helm, where he would take the wheel. Tony glanced towards the cabin one more time before following Gibbs.

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Gibbs pulled the boat into the dock and joined McGee and Abby on the deck. "Where's DiNozzo?" He asked, looking around. McGee and Abby pointed down to the cabin. Gibbs narrowed his eyes. They had better not be sleeping together, or we'll be leaving Tony on the water...floating. He went down the stairs and entered the room, and Ziva was peacefully sleeping on the bed. He searched the room for Tony, and found him in the tiny bathroom on the side. Gibbs opened the door further and pointed up. Tony nodded and stared at Ziva as long as he could until he got up to the deck. "What are you doing?"

"You told me to watch over her."

"She's not a child, DiNozzo."

"Boss it was my fault. I feel responsible." Gibbs looked the senior field agent dead in his eyes.

"You should." Tony only closed his eyes, that was a low blow, making him only feel worse. Gibbs then started to walk down the stairs. Tony ran in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked.

"I'm gonna get Ziva. If you haven't noticed, we've docked." Gibbs replied.

"I got her." Tony said. "I'll take care of her." Tony reiterated. Gibbs promptly smacked him on the head and returned to the deck. Tony brushed Ziva's hair out of her face and put his arms under her, carefully picking her up and walking up the stairs, making sure that her feet or head didn't touch anything. He finally and carefully got down the stairs, at which point Ziva wrapped her arms around Tony's neck and put her head on his chest. They finally made it to the car, and McGee sat up front, allowing Tony to hold Ziva as she slept.

Once back at the beach house, Tony followed Abby up to their room and placed Ziva on the bed. As he put her down, her arms were still wrapped around him, making his face very close to hers. He quickly inhaled her sweet scent. Abby smiled, pressed her lips together and left the room. He unlocked her fingers, letting her lay back. He then grabbed a throw and covered her up.

"Thank you Tony..." She mumbled. Tony sat down beside her.

"You're welcome Zi." He whispered. He took his hand and traced the outline of her jaw, staring at her beautiful olive skin. Deciding that she needed her rest, he finally stopped and left the room, leaving the door cracked in case she called.

Tony rejoined the team downstairs, and it was quiet for the rest of the day. Especially since Tony wasn't talking to McGee, and they knew if they argued in front of Gibbs, they'd be two dead men. Tony sat on the couch with Abby watching the TV. McGee sat on the opposite couch, far away from the glaring field agent. Gibbs was at the table, reading the paper and drinking coffee...again. All four of them turned their attention to the squeaking door that was being opened upstairs. Tony jumped up and ran up them, taking four steps at a time.

"You okay?" He asked her quietly. She smiled up at him and put her hands on each side of his face.

"I am fine." She said sternly. "Thank you." She then patted him on the nose and went downstairs, earning another bear hug from Abby and a hug from McGee.

When it was almost seven, Gibbs, Tony, and McGee were ready to go. Gibbs was wearing his usual attire, earning a comment from Tony that he should 'mix it up'. Tony was in dark jeans that fit him perfectly with a green stripped collared shirt, and his hair was perfection, since he spent almost an hour getting it ready. McGee wore black slacks with a white collared shirt and a brown sport coat topped it off. Abby and Ziva finally walked out of the room, and McGee and Tony felt their mouths fall open when they saw the two women atop the stairs. They both earned a headslap from their boss, who was standing behind them.

Abby was dressed in a rather short, yet simple black dress that cut off half-way up her thigh, with at least four-inch stilletos donned on her feet. A red shawl was being held on both of her elbows, keeping it up around her. For once, her hair was down and completely straight, with huge red earrings that matched her shawl in her ears.

She smiled with her mouth closed, grinning slightly, "McGee." He just closed his mouth and quickly linked arms with her, smiling like an idiot.

"Abby, you look great!"

"I thought you'd like it." She smiled as they stepped out of the way, allowing Ziva to finish her descent down the stairs.

Tony thought he was literally going to die. Either that or her looks already killed him and now he was in heaven. She wore a purple club dress, which barely covered her butt, revealing her long legs to his eyes. The dress had a rather plunging neck line with diamonds on both her necklace and her earrings. Her heels were at least three inches, not as tall as Abby's, but tall enough for her, and they were a metallic silver color. Her hair was down and straight, curling slightly in towards her, framing her face. Her forming bruise on her shoulder wasn't too noticeable, but noticeable enough to Tony. However, her entire beauty was almost too much for him, and he wondered if he wanted to go back upstairs and change his pants into the ones that were just slightly big on him.

"Wow, Ziva you.....you look...." He stuttered with his words as she stopped in front of him before brushing her shoulder against his and walking past him. He took the moment to cock his head to the side and check out her ass. Just ride up a bit more... He pleaded as he realized that her entire back was uncovered. He licked his lips, for the back of her dress was only covering her butt, not anything else. He groaned as they all started towards her, where she was already opening up the door to leave. Tony quickly followed and got insanely close to her as Gibbs rolled his eyes. They all got in front of the duo; McGee and Abby already getting into Gibbs' car. Once Gibbs was in front of them, Tony slyly wrapped his arm around Ziva's waist, rubbing part of her back with his thumb. Bare skin."You two..." Gibbs pointed towards the car, "That car." He raised an eyebrow at the two as Tony eagerly held the door open for her and let her step into his car, sitting down. He then closed the door and ran over to the other side.

"Follow me!" Tony shouted, "I know this place like I know the back of my hand!" He grinned.

Abby, who was in the car, heard him and smiled with her mouth closed as she turned to McGee, "Or Ziva." And with that, Gibbs angrily got into the car after watching Tony and Ziva take off down the street. He started it up and Abby had to do everything in her willpower not to fall over as the car accelerated.

Once they were in the club, they automatically all headed over to the bar to get something to drink. Tony made sure that he was close to Ziva at all times, glaring at anyone who so much as looked at her the wrong way. The music was blaring in their ears, and Gibbs scratched his ear, trying to get the sound to go away.

"Hey, can I get you guys anything? Or all you all just hanging around?" The bartender asked as Ziva sat down on. Tony stood behind her and wrapped one arm around the back of it, as if he was claiming her as his property or something. Abby just smiled as Tim graciously offered his chair to her. She took it and Gibbs took the seat next to her as McGee took the seat on the opposite side of Ziva.

"Martini." Tony ordered.

"Mojito." Ziva nodded, smiling slightly at the bartender.

"Same as him." Tim pointed towards Tony, who just gaped, and then Abby spoke up last.

"I'll have a..." And with that, she started listing the most obscure drink ever. She grinned proudly as the bartender just nodded.

"And for you, sir?" He asked Gibbs, who just smirked.

"Designated driver." He said, and he just nodded his head once again before starting away from them to prepare their drinks. Once he returned, Tim was about to drink his drink when it was suddenly snatched out of his hands. He fumbled around for it.

"Tony!" He shouted as he spun around and came face to face with his boss instead. He gulped, "Oh. Sorry, boss. Could I have my drink back?"

"Nope." He said, "You're designated driver." he said, and Tony laughed as he and Ziva both sipped their alcohol. They shared a grin before looking back at McGee, his mouth still open.

"For who? Please tell me Abby." Gibbs just pointed in between the two partners.

"No. For them."

He visibly paled, "Oh please, boss, no!" He nearly shouted and he just smirked, shrugging his shoulders.

"Just do it, McGee." He said before returning to his seat next to Abby.

Tony just gave him an evil grin, "Well McGee, looks like it's just you, me, and David after tonight." He pursed his lips together and nodded angrily at him.

"Look, Tony, as long as you don't fall asleep and start moaning..." And that's when Tony's eyes glazed over and he started towards McGee.

"Probie!" he shouted, and Ziva quickly turned around, catching his hand in hers as he started after McGee. In the sudden motion, she spilled her drink, and it clattered onto the ground, the glass flying everywhere. Their hands automatically switched so that their fingers were laced together as they looked into each other's eyes, not the mess on the ground.

"Tony." She firmly said, "It does not bug me." She squeezed his hand in reassurance, "Trust me." She let go of him as she bent down to pick it up when the man sitting next to them bent down next to her, helping her pick them up.

"Here, I'll help you." He smiled at her, and she smiled back.

"Thank you." She said, "That is very kind of you." He helped her pick up the pieces as they stood up. It was as if Ziva was completely unaware of Tony's existance at the moment, which made him narrow his eyes at her. He smiled down at her and she couldn't help but let her smile grow larger. Gibbs watched the exchange between the two and Tony's complete jealousy stunt with a small smirk, yet in the back of his mind he was screaming for it to stop.

"I'll buy you another drink, if that's okay."

"Sure." She said, "Oh." She stuck her hand out, "I forgot to tell you, my name is Ziva-" But she didn't get to finish, for Tony butted in.

"DiNozzo." He said, "Her name's Ziva DiNozzo. I'm Anthony DiNozzo. Her husband." The man just stared, confused as he looked between the two. Ziva just rolled her eyes as she groaned. It was then that Gibbs decided to make his entrance.

"Mr. and Mrs. DiNozzo." He put a small emphasis on the 'Mr. and Mrs.' part as they both turned around, "With me." They sighed, shared a look with each other, and then followed him out of the other man's earshot, which was just barely a couple of feet away, "So...why didn't I get an invitation?" Gibbs demanded, and they both looked at each other.

"I would have told you if I knew we were married." Ziva spat back at Tony, who just hung his head.

"Okay, look boss, I just..."

He promptly whacked him on the back of the head, "You two need to get rid of whatever the hell is bothering you out of the way before I do, understand?" They both nodded.

"Yes, boss." Tony said.

"Yes, Gibbs." Ziva replied simultaneously with Tony.

"Fix it!" he demanded before promptly leaving the two, muttering something angrily to himself on the way back to the bar.

Gibbs noticed the absence of his forensic scientist as he took his seat at the bar again, ordering himself a glass of joined Gibbs at the bar and silently finished his drink off. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his dress shirt and then searched the club for Ziva. He finally found her mixed in with the other people in the dance floor, standing side by side with Abby and Tim, just talking. Tony narrowed his eyes at Tim for a second before joining them just as the song that was being played ended.

He turned towards his partner, "Dance?" He questioned, and she just put her hand up, shaking her head.

"No thank you, Tony."

"Aw, come on!" She started away, "Just one?" He questioned, and she sighed.

"I suppose that I am only allowed to dance with my husband, yes?" She raised an eyebrow at him, and he just grinned, holding his arms out.

"Fine." She huffed as he extended his hand towards her. She took it, "But I lead."

He grinned even wider, "Not a problem."

He lead her to a spot away from the bar, and she grinned, getting into the beat of the music. She moved her hips from side to side just a little, and Tony just watched her.

He laughed, "Come on. I know that with your ninja Mossad moves you can dance better than that!" She just glared at him shortly.

"I am just heating up."

"Warming." He smiled, "The term is warming up."

She scoffed, "Do you want me to dance with you or not?" She demanded, placing her hands on her hips. He just gave her another one of his famous DiNozzo grins and then wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. Her hips rammed up against his and she caught her breath in her throat as her nostrils were introduced to his amazing smell.

"Only of course, Ziva David."

She just gave a small smile at the use of her first and last name and then wrapped her arms around his neck. They were as close to each other as they could possibly be; their noses were almost touching. She looked up into his eyes as another song started, and they moved silently and fluidly with each other, twirling around the dance floor before Tony spun her out and then pulled her back in, "I did not know you could dance." Ziva smiled as he intertwined their fingers together and moved her across the dance floor.

"Of course I can dance." He responded, "What can't a DiNozzo do?"

She smirked, looking him up and down, "I can think of a couple of things." And that's when she hooked her leg around his hip, shot her upper torso back down and then up, her face ending up dangerously close to his.

"You're a dirty dancer, Zee-vah."

She just shrugged her shoulders, "I used to take ballet when I was younger."

Tony growled a little, "If this is what you learned in ballet, maybe I should have joined."

"McGee!" Abby laughed as she took another shot. Gibbs watched the shot glasses line up in awe, two full ones in front of her and about eight empty ones next to her as well.

"Abby...." Gibbs warned, a little disgusted by the amount she was drinking. He shared a look with McGee who just shrugged his shoulders.

"Sorry, boss. Abby's an excessive drinker!"

"What?" Gibbs shouted, pointing towards his ear. McGee nodded.

"Sorry, boss! Abby's an excessive drinker!"

"What?" Gibbs shouted even louder, causing people to look at him. McGee walked towards him and bent down next to him.

"Sorry, boss!" He shouted louder, "Abby's an excessive drinker!"

"Ya think, McGee?" Gibbs shouted back, motioning his hand towards the empty and full shot glasses in front of her. Abby suddenly spun around in her stool, throwing her hands up in the air.

"WOO!" She screamed out, "I love drinking!" Gibbs just shook his head and raised an eyebrow at McGee. He put his hands up in protest.

"I had nothing to do with it."

"Look!" She suddenly shouted, pointing rudely at the dance floor. McGee turned around and looked.

"What?" He questioned, "I don't see..." He then abruptly stopped as he nearly dropped his jaw. Oh wait, yes he did drop his jaw. "Uh..." There was Tony and Ziva, and Ziva dancing around and all over Tony as if he was a pole and she was a pole dancer. Tony just grinned as his hands stayed on her bare skin on her back, watching her dance around him. Their eyes never left each others'. McGee quickly turned around and then effectively stepped in front of Gibbs, blocking his view of them. If he saw them, they were going to be in so much trouble.

"What, McGee? What was Abby looking at?"

"Just this...guy." He stuttered, and Gibbs just raised an eyebrow, "And..." He stuttered some more, looking towards Abby and then back at Gibbs, trying to find his words.

"Tony and Zivaaa!" She shouted, giggling like crazy. Gibbs just narrowed his eyes at McGee and then shoved him out of the way to see Tony's hands moving down towards her butt, a look of pure contentment in both of their eyes as she turned around and ran her entire body down his front before spinning back around and intertwining their fingers together, no room between them as they danced.

"We're going home." Gibbs suddenly said, and McGee just let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, boss!" He grinned as Gibbs just narrowed his eyes at him.

"I got the bill and Abs. You get...those two." He narrowed his eyes at Tony and Ziva, and Tim could have sworn that if looks could kill, they would both be dead. McGee sighed and walked towards them. As Tony spun Ziva away, he caught her hand, causing them both to stop and turn to stare at him. Ziva's hair was still completely perfect, and McGee just tilted his head to the side. He was sure that with the amount of sweat running down her back, her hair would have started to completely frizz and poof up. However, it was perfect. Must be another one of those stupid powers of that 'DiNozzo charm'.

"Hey, Gibbs wants us to all go home. He's got Abs." He groaned, "I've got you two."

Tony just smiled, wrapping an arm around Ziva's waist, "Great! Let's go." He grinned seductively down at Ziva and Tim rolled his eyes as they all started off of the dance floor and out of the club. Ziva's heels clicked as she walked before she decided that that was enough. She stopped, and Tony tightened his grip on her, naturally, as he stopped as well. McGee didn't notice, and continued towards the car that Tony rented. Ziva reached down and took off her shoes, ready to carry them when Tony suddenly grabbed them out of her hands, looping the straps through two fingers of his right hand, "I got it, sweetcheeks." He smiled and she just followed after him. McGee reached the car first, obviously, and rolled his eyes.

"You two hurry up!" He shouted, "Where are the keys?" Tony fumbled through his pockets before pulling them out and chucking them over the top of the car. McGee didn't catch them as they fell with a clatter onto the ground.

"This is why you suck at sports, probie!" Tony shouted, laughing as McGee just rolled his eyes, glared at him, and then unlocked the door of the car. Tony and Ziva crawled into the back as Tim started the engine.

The car ride was quiet for at least ten minutes, until Tony spoke. "I didn't know you could dance like that, Ziva." He smiled at her through the darkness. She let a smile slide on her face.

"There are a lot of things you do not know about me, Tony." Tony quickly let his smile disappear.

"Like what?" He asked quietly. Ziva then turned to him.

"Maybe I will tell you someday." She replied. McGee just rolled his eyes. He really wished he had his iPhone back. A MIT lecture would be better than those two. They were now on the beach front street and street lights lit up the car. Tony let his eyes run across Ziva's body. Once he made it down to her bare feet, he went back up again, and then he saw it.

The bruise.

On her beautiful shoulder.

Before he realized what he was doing, his fingers now lightly touched it. She looked at him.

"I am so sorry, Zi." He whispered. He leaned closer to her and let his lips gently touch the bruise. He sat back up and she looked him dead in the eye. "It's all my fault."

"I am fine Tony." She said, after the shockwave left her body. She could still feel his lips on her shoulder, and that only aroused her more. She let out a sigh and turned back to the window. Tony continued to stare at the bruise, just because it was on Ziva, and it killed him. The car ride was dead silent for the rest of the way, much to McGee's relief.

Tony and Ziva both got out of the car at seperate ends, McGee turning to DiNozzo as he got out on the driver's side of the car, "Next time, get a room." he hissed under his breath, receiving a glare from Tony as they all started towards the beach house. Gibbs and Abby were already there, and when they got inside, they were informed that Abby had gone upstairs and was now fast asleep for the night. Gibbs would be clocking in as well, however he just had to finish off his coffee before he did just that. McGee, Tony, and Ziva all headed upstairs as well, Tony stealing one last glance at Ziva's ass before she disappeared into her room, closing the door behind her.

Once inside the bedroom, Tony and McGee immediately went to change into their bedroom attire. McGee changed quickly and then crawled into bed before Tony shouted his name. He jumped up quickly, "Think fast!" He exclaimed as he chucked his iPhone at him. McGee didn't catch it, for he, again, had slow reflexes as it landed on the bed under him.

He groaned as he picked it up, "Thanks, Tony."

"No problem. Just don't record me tonight, or else you will never see that iPhone ever again. Or your life." McGee gulped, "Haven't decided yet." He said as he pulled his shirt off and then he too crawled under the covers. McGee reached over and turned off the light as he immediately fell into a deep sleep. Tony just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about how beautiful Ziva was. He knew it was a stupid thing to think about, but it was Ziva. Groaning, he rolled over and looked at the clock, checking the time.

0300h.

Tony groaned again, looked over at McGee, and then thought of the millions of pranks he could pull on him right now. He laughed at the thought, but then threw his feet over the side of his bed and got up, crossing the floor to the hallway. He ran a hand through his hair and then started down the stairs, not bothering that he was making noise. He honestly didn't care. However, he stopped at the foot as he noticed the Israeli woman sitting at the counter, her head down, reading her book, a cup next to her, presumably with tea inside.

"Dontcha need a light, crazy chick?" He questioned, and her head shot up to look at him, obviously startled by his presence.

"No." She shook her head after pausing to find her answer, "No, I do not."

He laughed as he started towards her, "What is that, some Mossad ninja training? What part of the handbook is that in?"

"We do not have a handbook, Tony." She shook her head, a little annoyed by him at the moment. She turned back to her book and took a sip of her tea. He stood in front of her, leaning across towards her, "You cannot sleep either." She acknowledged, looking up at him for just the slightest second. He sighed and shook his head, admitting defeat.

"No." He then covered it up quickly, "McGee...I don't know what's wrong with him, I'm just..."

"Afraid to sleep because you are afraid that he will record you again, yes?" She questioned, staring him straight in the eyes, through the darkness, the only light the moonlight coming through the windows and the glass doors.

He sighed, looked down, and then looked back up at her, "It's just a recording."

"So it is just the truth?" She questioned, and he didn't say anything, he just turned and looked out the window.

"Hey, wanna take a walk?"

"A walk?"

"Yeah, a walk." He smiled, "You know, on the beach." Her eyes grew wide as she looked down at her book. That just happened. In my book.

She just nodded her head as he started out the door. She paused, "Wait, Tony." She called, and he turned around, "What is going to happen if any of them wake up?"

He just shrugged his shoulders, "Say you're sleep walking." He grinned, and she just shook her head as she followed him out of the door, closing it silently behind them. Before they had walked out, Tony had slipped a shirt over his head. He took the lead, and they walked in silence in the sand down towards the beach. Once they made it to the shore,Tony immediately walked right into the water. Ziva laughed as she watched him kick some of the water up, creating beautiful little droplets that rained down onto the ground. The water lapsed against both of their ankles as they walked dangerously close to each other. Occasionally their hands would brush up against each other as they walked, not bothering to say anything to each other. Ziva just stared down at her feet as they melted into the sand, causing footprints to form behind them, the water washing them away just as they passed.

"Wait." Tony suddenly said, and Ziva felt his fingers around hers, pulling her towards him. He had stopped, unbeknownst to Ziva, and was now staring up into the sky, grinning like an idiot.

"What?" She questioned, shifting her hand in his as she stood next to him. He just looked up at the moon, for it was almost directly above them.

"You know, this reminds me of-"

"A movie?" Ziva intervened, and he just glanced down at her, shaking his head.

"No, actually, it reminds me of my childhood." He smiled slightly, "One of the better moments I remember." She watched as he seemed to relive the memory, "I used to live near a beach, in fact, I was so close, I just like...woke up in the middle of the night and came down to the beach, especially when my parents were fighting. It was a way to get away."

Ziva took in the small tidbit of his life as she smiled faintly, her lips closed, "It is beautiful." She acknowledged.

"Like you." He softly said, his voice no more than a whisper. She turned and looked up at him as he turned towards her.

"Tony..." She started, but was cut off by his face slowly moving towards hers. She froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. Her breath hitched in her throat as he leaned even closer to her. Her heart started beating uncontrollably as he whispered to her.

"Don't kill me..." He pleaded before pressing his lips up against hers. She smiled against his touch after she finally found her senses. Tony broke away before she actually had to chance of doing anything, and she kept her eyes closed for a little before opening them and staring into a rather depressed Anthony DiNozzo's eyes, "Look, I'm sorry, Ziva..."

She just jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face back down towards hers, "Do not be." She smiled as she brought his lips crashing down on hers once again, this time filled with more passion and emotion than before.