Okay, so hey guys! Just wanted to say a couple of things before you read on. This is probably (we think) one of our longest chapters that we've written so far, so ENJOY. And we're sorry for the delay. We've had some things to do. Oh, and the updates may be delayed since some of us have other things to do. SORRY! But anyways, season finale was last night, and it kinda depressed us a little. So if there's a lot of Tony and Ziva kissing/whatever, it's because we want happy tiva! :D (like everyone else). Oh, and just one or two more things that we have to say about the season finale:
Tony in loveee :)
and...
ZIVAAA!!!
haha, okay, now enjoy!
Gibbs crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the two agents. "What were you doing in her room, DiNozzo?" He asked. Tony opened his mouth to speak, and wasn't shocked when nothing came out. Gibbs turned his head. Ziva looked at Tony, and then back at Gibbs.
"I got up to use the restroom, Gibbs. Tony ran into me. He was...sleep walking." Ziva said.
"And he was in your room because..." Tony looked at Ziva again.
"I was trying to wake him...and if he fell, I wanted him to land on carpet...instead of...the hardwood floor." She completed. She was quite proud of the lie. It sounded good to her. Gibbs smirked. He turned to Tony.
"No. No, you know what I think? That you two were sleeping together, and you were going back to your room, so that I wouldn't find out about it."
"Boss, Abby is in the bed. That's gross."
"I agree, DiNozzo." Tony let out a sigh. "Anything you two want to tell me?"
"No. There is nothing to tell." Ziva said.
"I saw they way you two looked at each other at dinner tonight. Do you think I'm blind, or just stupid?"
"Boss, we're partners!" Tony exclaimed.
"I know what you are DiNozzo." Gibbs said. "That doesn't mean that you aren't more than partners."
"We're not boss."
"Why don't you try the truth?" He asked them. Tony and Ziva just looked at each other, and then back at their boss.
"That is the truth." Tony said through his teeth.
"The next time this," He pointed to the both of them, "happens, you'll be back at NCIS and have desk duty for two weeks." Tony and Ziva looked at each other as Gibbs walked into the bathroom. Tony grabbed Ziva by the hand and walked down about half of of the stairs.
"Tony..."
"Ziva, no! Don't let him change your mind about us." He whispered.
"It is only the second day and we are already being threatened, Tony. If he is that upset over us from dinner and the...'sleep walking', how is he going to act when he sees us kissing?"
"I don't care, Ziva. Look, I will go and resign right now. I have waited too long for this. He is not going to ruin it for me." Tony said. He started to ascend the stairs, when he felt her hand on his. She pulled him back down to her.
"Is this really worth you jeopardizing your entire career Tony?" She asked.
"Yes!" He said quickly. Ziva groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose. Tony let out a sigh and had enough. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her close to him, his lips crashing down on hers. He finally let go of her.
"Tony, you would give up your entire career..." She stopped when she heard the water running from the bathroom. That meant Gibbs was in the shower, buying them at least 10 minutes. "...when I could die tomorrow. And then, you would lose everything, Tony. It is just not worth it. You have put too many years into NCIS."
"My feelings for you are too strong, Ziva." She looked up at him in shock. Did he really just say that? "No job is worth it. None. We can make this work." She let out a sigh and climbed the stairs, Tony immediately following her. He stopped her just as she opened the door to her room. "Ziva..." She turned to him. "Are we ok?" She closed her mouth and nodded slightly. "I won't leave, Zi." He whispered again. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it, and then walked all the way into the room, closing the door behind her. Tony ran a hand through his hair and walked into his own room, deciding that it was too late to go back to bed now. He changed into his daily attire, and went down the stairs. He was later joined by McGee.
"Morning." Tim said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Hey." Tony said sharply. McGee raised an eye brow.
"What happened to your perkiness?" He asked.
"It went away." Tony said. McGee only nodded, not wanting to get into another argument with the federal agent. He walked out onto the porch and sat down, admiring the sun rise. A couple of hours later, everyone was up, and Tony and Ziva couldn't be more awkward around each other, not to mention Gibbs.
"McGee." Gibbs spoke up, making the other 4 look up at him, "Why don't you go and get us some breakfast?" McGee nodded and got everyone's orders, and then started out the door when he heard Gibbs' voice again. "Oh, and McGee? Why don't you stop and get your buddies a box of condoms?" He asked him. McGee only stood there, unsure if he should move. He then turned and walked past Gibbs and Abby, to outside, where it was safe. Tony stood up quickly and walked right over to Gibbs, his hand curling up into a fist. Abby got in front of Tony, putting her arms out.
"Whoa, Tony. Calm down!" She said. Ziva walked over and pulled on him.
"Tony, do not do it." Gibbs continued to smirk, even though he knew he crossed a line. He had never seen Tony so mad, much less at him. The girls pushed him out of the door, and Abby went back inside to talk to Gibbs. Ziva put her hands on her hips and stared at Tony. "This is exactly what I am talking about Tony!" She yelled. Tony let his mouth fall open and he pointed towards the door.
"He had no right to say that Ziva!" He yelled back.
"If this is going to work, you're going to have to ignore comments like that. Before you kissed me, would that comment have bothered you?" She asked. Tony ran a hand through his hair.
"No." He said.
"Let. It. Go." She said strongly, and then walked back into the house.
Abby stood in front Gibbs with her hands on her hips, staring right into his blue eyes. Gibbs smirked. "Why did you do that Gibbs?"
"I was joking, Abby. I do that sometimes." He replied and stood up from the couch, walking into the kitchen for another cup of coffee. Abby followed him.
"That was mean, Gibbs. You should apologize." She said. Gibbs half smiled, taking a sip of coffee. He nodded towards the television.
"There's a huge storm system heading this way." He said.
"Gibbs do not change the subject. You should apologize." Abby repeated. Gibbs let out a sarcastic laugh.
"I'll apologize to him, Abby, when he apologizes to me." She returned a confused look.
"What did he do?" She asked. Gibbs walked around her and took his place on the couch again. McGee walked in and studied the two. Gibbs stood up again and wiggled his finger at McGee, walking towards the door.
"With me." Gibbs instructed.
"But what about the food, boss?" McGee asked.
"Forget it. Come on." McGee looked down his growling stomach.
"Yes boss." He nodded and looked at Abby, who was still confused. Tony and Ziva walked through the door, and they were face to face with McGee and Gibbs. Gibbs smirked and walked past them, without saying a word. Ziva pushed Tony forwards, so that he wouldn't hit their boss.
"Where are they going, Abby?" Ziva asked.
"I don't know." She shrugged.
"I am going for fresh air." Ziva said. Abby nodded. Tony was sitting on the couch, and he watched Ziva walk out of the door. Abby sat down beside him, and shortly after, Tony stood and walked out. He spotted Ziva on the hammock and walked over to her. Nothing was said as he climbed onto the hammock beside her. He wrapped his arms around Ziva and placed a kiss on her forehead. Tony let out a sigh and stared up at the sky.
"Looks like rain." He commented at the dark clouds. Ziva only nodded in agreement. "Hey, I've been thinking...maybe we should tell Abby about us." This caused Ziva to turned her head and stare at him. He then laughed. "She would be thrilled...and then...maybe she'll take my bed, and leave us the big bed." He licked his lips.
"Abby can not keep a secret." Ziva replied. "And your plan would not solve our sleeping problem." She added.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Do I really need to remind you that," She used her eyes to look up and down his body, "I am a screamer?"
"So?" Tony asked, laughing.
"Gibbs is in the next room, Tony." She said. Tony nodded.
"Right." He said. "Well maybe we should still tell Abby."
"No, Tony. We will tell her later." Ziva said. "Better late than never, yes?" Tony chuckled.
"Better now than later." Ziva looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.
"That is not the saying." She replied. Tony laughed and then they heard the back door open and Tony jumped up, as if Ziva was a rattle snake, almost knocking her onto the sand. Abby walked over to them and raised an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Oh, I saw a bee." Tony said, causing Abby to look around. "It was big!" Tony defended. Abby gave up on the bee hunt and then looked up at Tony and smiled.
"I am your babysitter." She said proudly. Tony laughed sarcastically.
"You are going to sit on some babies, Abby?" Ziva asked. Tony and Abby looked at each other.
"Ziva..." Tony sighed. "Nevermind." He decided not to correct her. Abby looked up at the sky.
"Oh guys, look at the shelf clouds! We better go inside." She commented. Tony looked at her."The what?" Abby pointed up.
"The rain cloud, Tony." She said.
"Oh, back home, we call that a 'black cloud', not a shelf. A shelf is something one puts things on." He added. Abby rolled her eyes at the federal agent and walked ahead of him, towards the door. Tony walked around and grabbed Ziva's hands, pulling her off of the hammock. He didn't realize it, but his hand held onto hers as they followed Abby.
Abby grinned. She knew it. She stared at their reflection, and Tony's much larger hand clenched Ziva's tightly, their fingers intertwined. She smiled to herself and opened the door, stepping in. Tony let go of her hand and let her go in first, and then he slid the glass door shut. "What now, ladies?"
"TV." Abby promptly said.
"Book." Ziva grinned as they both split in different directions, leaving Tony standing there. He threw his hands up in the air and looked around.
"Well what am I supposed to do?" He demanded.
They both ignored him as Abby turned on the television, switching through channels. Tony decided to leave Ziva alone to her stupid book as he took his seat next to Abby, plopping down onto the couch.
"So..." He grinned, "What are we watching today?" She just flipped through the channels.
"I dunno." She said, lazily, almost in a daze. She finally stopped on a cooking show, staring at it for a couple of seconds, "I'm hungry." She suddenly said, looking up, "Did Timmy ever bring the food back?"
"No." Ziva replied from the kitchen.
"Oo!" Tony stood up, "I"ll make it!" He grinned, "Whatcha want, Abs? Eggs? Bacon? Omelette de DiNozzo?" He grinned and she smiled back as he danced into the kitchen.
Ziva looked up at him as he danced in, throwing the refrigerator door open as he balanced the ingredients needed in his hands. He basically dumped them on the counter before pulling out what he needed from under the sink, where the pots and pans were.
"Just some fried eggs. Sunny side up." Tony growled.
"I hate sunny side up." He muttered, "Eyes." He poured the eggs into the pan before looking into the living room, where Abby still sat. She was still flipping through channels as he hurried over to Ziva, twirling her around in her stool and pressing his lips against hers, pulling back slowly, not to make noise, "What do you want for breakfast, Ziva?"
She smiled as she closed the book, "You."
He licked his lips, "I think I can arrange that." He smiled, leaning in to kiss her again when she pushed him away, pointing her head slightly towards the living room. He sighed and then nodded, "No, seriously Zi, what do you want for breakfast?"
"Eggs," She smiled, "Please." She batted her eyelashes at him and he just stared at her.
"Don't tease me." He muttered before stroking her cheek, walking back around the counter and turning the eggs in the pan, "How do you want your eggs done?" He asked Ziva.
She shrugged her shoulders, "Does not matter."
He grinned, lowering his voice a couple of octaves as he spoke softly to her, "I can cook your eggs for you." He smiled, and Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together.
"Isn't that...what you are doing?" She questioned, confused. Tony just shook his head, but was actually slightly glad that she didn't get his 'joke'. If she did, he didn't even know, or what to know, the consequences that probably came with it.
"Abs!" Tony called, plopping the eggs onto a plate, "Breakfast."
They both heard the TV turn off as she entered the kitchen, sitting down on one of the stools next to Ziva as Tony passed her the plate and a fork.
"Thanks, Tony!" She smiled, happily digging into her eggs. Tony just looked at her in disgust as he shuddered slightly. Eyes. He then started on Ziva's food.
"Zi, I forgot, how do you want your eggs?"
"Scrambled." She smiled at him, and Abby just watched their short, simply exchange with a smile as she swallowed her egg that was sitting in her mouth.
"Zi?" She suddenly asked, and they both turned to look at her, Tony whisking the egg together in a bowl. They both looked up, confused.
"What?" They both simultaneously said, looking between each other and then back at Abby.
"You call her 'Zi'?" Abby demanded at Tony, and he just nodded.
"Yeah..." He said, slowly, as if she was seriously asking him that, "Why?" He questioned, "Is that a problem?"
"No." She just smiled, returning to her egg as Tony poured Ziva's into the pan. He smiled up at her as he finished her egg, making sure it was perfect before he started on her tea. Abby just smiled again, watching the two in awe. He finished her tea relatively quickly, setting the steamy cup in front of her.
She smiled up at him, picking up the cup with two hands, "Toda."
"Prego." He smiled back, sitting down next to her as Abby grinned even harder.
They ate breakfast in silence, Tony occasionally picking at Ziva's egg, stealing her fork out of her hand multiple times to let himself have a bite or two.
"Caf-Pow!" Abby suddenly shouted, standing up, "That's what's wrong!" She was suddenly in a panic, and Tony shared a look with Ziva before standing up. She hurried around, running up the stairs and then running back down them in a matter of seconds, her purse in her hands, flying around. She ran right past Tony, who had to duck in order to try not to get killed by her bag.
She suddenly stopped in front of Tony, bouncing on each foot, "Where are they?" She demanded.
"Where are what...?"
"The keys!" She shouted, stomping up and down like a little kid. Tony just pulled them out of his pocket and she snatched them, running towards the door, "Caf-Pow hunt!" She yelled over her shoulder. She opened up the door and then suddenly stopped, turning around, pausing in the doorway, "You two will behave yourselves, right?" Ziva just nodded, and so did Tony.
"Of course, Abs!" He grinned, "Why wouldn't we?"
She just shrugged, "I need Caf-Pow!" She exclaimed, and then bolted out of the door, closing it behind her. Once they heard the car start and drive away, Tony and Ziva slowly turned to look at each other. Ziva was still moving her fork around in her hand, up and down as she looked at Tony.
"Abby needs Caf-Pow..." She started.
"And I need you." Tony growled as they launched themselves at each other, the fork flying out of Ziva's hands and clattering across the table. The stools almost fell down as he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his lips up against hers. They gave access to the other immediately, pulling and tugging at each other's lips. She moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing herself harder against him. She felt his hands ride up her shirt, tracing the muscles in her back as he cupped her breasts slightly. She moaned again as they broke just so that he could pull her shirt over her head, throwing it haphazardly onto the ground. She had his dress shirt already unbuttoned all the way, revealing his hairy chest to her when they stopped and stared into each other's eyes. She smiled slightly and then nearly ripped his shirt off as it too fell on the ground.
"We need to take this to a place more...comfortable." Tony grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.
She just moaned, "I will be honest, I want you so much Tony, you can just take me right here." She said, her eyes closed.
"Bedroom." he whispered into her ear before they both bolted towards the stairs, running up them quickly as they entered Tony and McGee's room. He shoved her onto his bed and crawled onto of her, not letting his lips move from hers. He straddled her, one knee on each side of her body as he started undoing her pants, trailing kisses down her neck, gently sucking on the base where her shoulder and her neck met. She moaned loudly in response, gasping a little as he continued kissing down her body, trailing kisses down her stomach as he pushed her jeans away, sucking on the inside of her thigh. She moaned again, gasping, again, before he returned his lips to her mouth.
"Tony..." She murmured, her pants now down by her ankles. She fumbled with the button on his pants when all of a sudden she stopped kissing him all together and moved her head towards the window, furrowing her eyebrows together. He continued to kiss down her cheek, gently sucking at her neck again when he realized that she was trying to get away.
"Ziva?" He questioned as she stood up and walked towards the window, dressed only in her bra and underwear. Tony checked out her rear. He couldn't help it. She was a hot, Israeli goddess and he was a man. Who really wanted her right now. And then suddenly, she turned around quickly.
"Run." She said, and Tony just looked at her strangely.
"Excuse me?" He asked.
"Run, Abby is back!" She shouted just as Tony heard the door close. They quickly grabbed their clothes off of the bed before bolting across the hallway.
"Tony?" She questioned, "Ziva?" They heard her start up the stairs, and Tony shoved Ziva into the nearest door, closing it softly behind him. It was only then that they realized that they were in the bathroom. Tony quickly buttoned his pants and then slipped on his shirt as they didn't hear Abby anymore.
"Tony? Ziva?" She questioned again, this time knocking on the bathroom door. The two got wide eyes as Ziva grabbed his hand and jumped into the shower with him, closing the curtain in front of them.
Tony fell into Ziva, pushing her up against one of the walls of the shower.
He grinned, laughing just once, "I like this position." He murmured.
"I am sure you do." She hissed back as he leaned down and pressed his lips up against hers, gently pulling at her lips. She kept her eyes opened and attempted to shove him away as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her towards him, "Tony." She gasped out as he let go for air.
"Yeah?" He questioned, softly.
"This...all of this, must not be good for your lungs. After the plague..."
And that was when the shower curtain was thrown open. Tony and Ziva jumped away from each other as if they were on fire, and Abby just gaped before grinning.
"What are you two doing in here?" She questioned, smiling like an idiot, "Ahh!" She screamed, squealing a little, "Were you two making out?"
"NO!" They both quickly shouted, and they both looked at each other, as if they were suddenly caught.
"Uh...." Tony started, "See, this bird just flew in here. He scared the crap outta Ziva." He pointed towards her, "I just...grabbed her and jumped in. It was a natural reflex.
"Then why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Abby asked Ziva, who just stared down at her naked torso, besides her bra. She gaped a couple of times, "I needed a shower. Tony came in here needing to use the bathroom as well..."
"The bird flew in..." Ziva just glared and shook her head at him.
"Mmmhmmm..." Abby murmured, unconvinced. She just nodded at them before turning to go, "Fine." She pouted, "Come downstairs." She demanded before turning to leave the bathroom. She stopped in the doorway and turned back around, "Oh, and Ziva?" She rubbed her neck, "You've got a little something right there." She smiled just slightly.
"Uh..." Tony looked at her neck. Damn. A hickey. He thought, "That was when the bird attacked her." He grinned, and Abby just rolled her eyes before leaving the room. Ziva turned to Tony once she was gone and promptly punched him in the shoulder.
"Ow!" He nearly shouted, cradling his shoulder, "What was that for?"
"That bird!" She shouted, punching him again, "Attacked you!" She got out of the tub and then crossed the floor towards the mirror, looking at her neck, "Tony!" She shouted, "Harah!"
"I'm guessing that's not a good Hebrew word..." He started, and she turned around, pointing to the forming bruise on her neck.
"How am I supposed to explain this?!" She shouted, "What am I going to say to Gibbs?! He already thinks we're sleeping together, Tony!"
He laughed, "Well we are...kinda...attempting to..."
She just threw her hands up in frustration, "Now I have to wear a scarf." She muttered, "I am not leaving this bathroom." She determined, crossing her arms.
Tony groaned, "Ziva!" he nearly shouted. She pointed towards the door.
"You go and get me something to cover this-" She pointed to the hickey, "Up, and I will come out. If not, then I will not." Tony groaned and then left the room, heading into her room. He searched through her suitcase and found nothing that would work as a scarf. He then moved over to Abby's suitcase, looking around, just in case that she came back anytime soon, and searched through her stuff.
Just as he was about to give up, he spotted a scarf on the bottom of her bag. He pulled it out and smirked. It was black with pink skulls on it. Tony laughed at the thought of Ziva wearing it. He then gathered it up and started back towards the bathroom, knocking on the door. He was greeted by not her beautiful face, but only her hand, sticking out from the bathroom. He put the scarf in her hand before she closed the door.
She exited moments later, and Tony wasn't outside. She heard the faint sound of the TV downstairs, and she descended the steps. Tony laughed as she emerged into his sight, and she just glared at him. Abby looked at her strangely, "Why are you wearing my scarf, Ziva?"
"A new look I am trying. I love the way you dress, Abby." She smiled, and Abby gasped before running over to her and hugging her tightly.
"Oh my gosh! Ziva, really?" Ziva just patted her back, nodding unsurely into her shoulder as she glared at Tony. Tony just grinned, "We have to go shopping soon." She said, and then let her go just as Gibbs and McGee walked back into the house.
The wind started howling against the windows at around dinner time, 1900h, and they were all sitting down on the couch, Abby and McGee sitting on one side of the couch, Abby curled under McGee, for she was rather afraid of the wind that shook the windows. Gibbs sat in the chair, and Tony and Ziva sat on the other side of the couch, feeling slightly awkward around each other.
"I'm hungry." Tony suddenly announced, and Gibbs just glared at him.
"Fine. Then do somethin' about it rather than sittin' on your ass, or shut up." He spat, turning back to the TV that was muted, yet playing the weather channel. Tony stood up and walked into the kitchen. He pulled out the ingredients for dinner and set them on the counter. He started up the oven as he started mixing the ingredients together for his special lasagna, a secret family recipe.
He didn't know why he was stuck with the cooking this entire trip, but he knew that this way, he was able to make sure that Ziva's dinner would be perfect.
Dinner was ready in under an hour, and Tony placed it on the kitchen table, after informing the team. Gibbs took the head chair, McGee and Abby took two of the side chairs, and Tony and Ziva took the other two chairs on the opposite side of Abby and McGee.
They ate their dinner in silence, everyone on the team eyeing each other peculiarly, especially Ziva and Tony. A large crack of thunder was heard outside and Ziva dropped her napkin from where she was dabbing her mouth. She looked around, catching Tony's eyes for a little longer than the others, before bending down to pick it up. She sat up and Gibbs looked at her strangely as the scarf she was wearing dipped down just a little.
And then he saw it.
On her neck.
The mark of possession.
He narrowed his eyes at Tony and was about to get up and completely pummel him when there was a large crack of thunder and all of a sudden, and Ziva looked down at her plate, closing her eyes tightly for a couple of seconds before opening them back up again. She just stared down at her plate as the thunder continued to rumble outside. Tony watched her pecuilarily, unsure of what to think about her sudden change in behavior. She was wringing her hands together in her lap, and he carefully reached over and rubbed his hand over her thigh. Another crack followed, and she closed her eyes tighter, "You okay, babe?" He questioned, unaware of the nickname that just slipped out. Abby smiled slightly and Gibbs just glared at him. There was definitely something going on between those two. Tony was sneaking out of Ziva's bedroom in the middle of the night, Ziva has a mysterious hickey on her neck, not to mention other places that he'd probably rather not know about, and Tony was calling her 'babe'.
And after one more crack of thunder, Ziva practically flew out of there, running up the stairs. Tony, McGee, Gibbs, and Abby just stared after her, unsure of what to do. Tony had honestly never seen her act this way before.
"Uh....she sick?" McGee asked, "Maybe we should have picked her up some medicine when we were out, boss, huh?" Tim questioned, turning to Gibbs.
Abby looked longingly up the stairs as another crash of thunder vibrated the windows, "I should go and check on her..." She said, a little sadly.
"No, Abby!" Tony suddenly shouted as Abby went to stand up. Tony stood up as well. He lowered his voice just slightly, "I'll do it." He looked around at the team, stretching his arms out wide, "I'll do it.' He confirmed before putting his napkin down. He was about to start up the stairs when all of a sudden, there was a large boom and even Tony took a little cover as there was a small explosion outside. It was followed by a short scream, full of a little terror, and it definitely wasn't Abby, "Ziva." His voice was no more than a whisper, his lips barely moving as he sprinted up the steps and threw open the door to her room, where she was sitting in the middle of her bed. Tony ran towards her and nearly tackled her as he pulled her into a tight hug, "Ziva." He breathed again, pressing a couple of kisses up against the side of her head. She breathed hard as she gripped to Tony's shirt. He pulled her even closer, if it was possible. "Ziva...what's wrong?" He whispered. She didn't say anything, only gripped him tighter. "Ziva..." He whispered again.
"I do not like thunder, Tony." She finally admitted. Just then, another boom rumbled the windows. He stroked the side of her face. She let out a sigh and continued, and Tony noticed the tears that swelled up in her eyes, even through the darkness, that was only lit up by lightning. "My sister Tali was bombed. And it sounded like thunder." A tear rolled down her cheek. She brought her hand up to her own chest and grabbed her necklace, clutching it tightly in her hand. Tony put his larger hand on top of hers and stroked her knuckles with this thumb. Now, several tears streamed down her face, a sight rarely seen from Mossad Liaison Officer Ziva David. "I ran to her, but it was too late. It was all my fault..." She now had waterfalls coming from her eyes, and it began to soak through Tony's shirt. He only held her closer, he knew that there was not much he could say to make her feel better at that moment. He held her close to him, and let her wet his shirt. She finally calmed down slightly and brought her head up from his chest. She let out a small laugh. "I am sorry, Tony." She said, pointing out his now wet shirt. He kissed her forehead.
"Ah, it's okay. It needed washing anyway." He joked. She let out a small laugh again and undid two of the buttons, feeling the wet skin underneath the shirt. "Undressing me, Ziva David?" He asked seductively. She laughed, all of the tears now dry on her cheeks.
"Only if you want me to." Tony stared at her as the lightning flashed again. He jumped up and ran into the hallway, looking over the banister. McGee, Abby, and Gibbs were just sitting at the table, talking, seemingly unaware that he and Ziva were up in her room, alone.
Just the way Tony liked it.
He closed the door quietly and ran back over to Ziva, his lips crashing down on hers. He broke the kiss, both of them breathing hard. He smiled. "Take two?" He asked. He leaned down and kissed her again. She put two hands on his bare chest, his shirt hanging down around her. He leaned down to her neck and started to kiss the gentle skin, when they heard Abby laugh from downstairs.
"Tony this is crazy." Ziva whispered. "We can't..." Another kiss crashed down her lips, "...do this right now." She said, finally able to push him off.
"If not now, when?" Tony asked. "I can't wait much longer for you." He whispered into her ear, his lips touching it as he did so, only making Ziva want him more.
"Later..." She whispered back. With another kiss, Tony reluctantly climbed off of her and promptly went into his room, to change his shirt. Ziva walked ahead of him down the stairs and re joined the group.
"Hey Ziva...you ok?" McGee asked.
"I am fine, Tim. Thank you." She said. She sat down and Abby stood up and hugged her tightly. She patted her on the hand and Abby returned to her seat. Tony joined them later, and sat down next to Ziva in the darkness. Tony pointed to the several lit candles on the table.
"Where'd you get those?" He asked. McGee looked at Gibbs, and decided that he wasn't going to answer.
"Uh, we went to the store and prepared for..." Another huge bolt of lightning struck and hard thunder clapped. Tony put a tentative hand on Ziva's thigh, "...that." McGee completed.
"Oh." Tony nodded and took a bite, "Good thinking, McSafe."
"Wasn't his idea." Gibbs said harshly. Tony only glared at his boss.
"So the power is out." Abby said quickly. The tension between Tony and Gibbs was very noticeable.
"Yeah..." McGee said.
"We should play a game." She added. Gibbs looked at her and shook his head.
"No." He said simply. Abby frowned and returned to the rest of her dinner. They finally finished the dinner and cleaned up. With nothing else to do, Gibbs retired for the evening, leaving the three agents and the forensic scientist downstairs...in the dark. Gibbs stopped midway up the stairs when he thought of that, and then decided that Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo and Officer Ziva David wouldn't do such a thing in front of Abby and McGee.
Or at least he hoped.
Abby looked at McGee, McGee looked at Tony, and Tony looked at Ziva.
"So...any game ideas?" Abby asked. Tony and McGee both shrugged. "We could play...spin the bottle!" She said excitedly. She grinned at Tony and Ziva. Tony chuckled nervously.
"I don't think so Abby." She frowned.
"Why not?" She asked.
"I am not kissing McGee." Tony replied. He then grinned, "But I'll play with you two!" Ziva raised her eyebrow.
"What is spin the bottle and why would you kiss McGee?" She asked.
"Spin the bottle is where you take a bottle, place it on the ground, and the person that has a turn, spins it. And whoever the bottle points to, is the person the spinner has to kiss." Tony said proudly.
"It can be on the cheek." Abby pointed out. Ziva looked over at Abby, then at Tony, and then back at Abby. Tony still grinned like an idiot.
"I do not think that is a good idea, Abby." She said.
"Yeah. Me neither." McGee spoke. Abby let out a sigh.
"How about strip poker?" Tony asked, licking his lips. "No, McGee can't play that one either." He added. McGee rolled his eyes.
"Regular poker!" Abby said excitedly. Reluctantly, everyone agreed, and after four games of losing, Tony'd had enough. He stood up and walked away from them. Ziva, who now was in a slightly better mood, stood up as well.
"Remind me not to ever play poker with you again, Abby." Tony said. Abby laughed and shrugged.
"It was fun to me." She said.
"I bet." McGee replied. He stacked up the cards and stood up.
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"Bedtime." McGee said, pulling Abby up.
"Aw come on guys...it's only 11:53." She said. Another bolt of lighting and thunder shook the windows. Ziva grabbed Tony's thigh in the darkness. Tony took her hand and stroked it with his. He had never seen Ziva so scared.
"I am tired, Abby. Shalom." Ziva said. She went up the stairs.
"Well, I guess there is nothing else to do." Abby said, defeated. She then perked up. "Goodnight, Timmy!" She said happily. She hugged him and then kissed him on the cheek, then walking up to Tony doing the same to him. McGee followed her and went into the bathroom. Tony ran a hand through his hair and went up the stairs, and almost jumped out of his skin when he heard Ziva call his name.
"Ziva you scared the shit out of me." He whispered.
"I am an expert at being invisible, Tony." She whispered back.
"Well it helps that it's pitch black in here." Tony replied, taking her into his arms. He placed his lips on hers, and it quickly heated up, until McGee turned the knob on the bathroom door, causing Ziva to break the kiss.
"Shh. Stop breathing." She whispered, and Tony held his breath. McGee walked into their room and closed the door. Tony let his breath go and chuckled quietly.
"We've been there before." He said, pulling her close again. He kissed her on the lips and more thunder boomed outside. Ziva broke the kiss and looked at him. "You ok?" He whispered, leaning his forehead on hers.
"I need you, Tony." She replied. Tony began to kiss her again, but she stopped him.
"Then why do you keep stopping me?" He asked. She smiled.
"If we were alone, I would let you have your way with me." She said. "But we are not."
"We can be. Meet me downstairs at 3." He said.
"I cannot wait that long, Tony." She kissed him. "I need you." She repeated. Tony grinned.
"Two?" He asked.
"One thirty." She said. She kissed him again and went into her room.
Tony couldn't sleep. Just the thought of Ziva in his arms, completely naked, drove him wild. He turned over on his side and looked at his watch again. Only two minutes had passed since he last looked at it. He let out another sigh and lay on his back, counting the squares on the ceiling.
236 squares later, he looked at his watch again.
12:45.
He turned onto his stomach and pulled his pillow over his head. Thunder shook the windows, and that didn't help Tony's situation. He was suddenly worried about Ziva, and flipped open his phone, the light almost blinding him. Once he could see again, he typed in a text message.
"You okay, sweetheart?" He pressed send and put the phone next to him on the bed, so that it wouldn't vibrate on the table. It took her almost 10 minutes to respond, Tony knew she hadn't grasped the idea of texting yet.
"No. It is not 1:30 yet." He grinned. She couldn't sleep either. He closed his phone and put it back on the table. 36 agonizing minutes later, the clock read 1:26. Tony was just about to get up and be early, but stopped when McGee rolled over and got out of his bed. Tony pretended to be asleep, but wanted to tear the junior agent's head off. He liked that idea, and as each minute passed, he thought of the many ways to kill him.
1:27. One bullet in his computer.
1:28. Death by electrocution.
1:29. Drowning. Tony grinned at that thought. He had a whole beach for that one.
1:30. Stuffing Twinkies down his throat. That one made Tony hungry.
1:31. Death by paper clip. Ziva did say there was 18 ways. Ziva. She was down there...waiting on him. He groaned.
1:32. Duck tape him to the ground, grab the keys to the Charger, and make McGee a human speed bump.
1:33. His 'new and improved' typewriter looked like it needed to go through a window.
1:34. Death by Gibbs.
1:35. Maybe Abby could make him some sort of...potion. Tony sat up quickly in his bed and stared at the bedroom door. "Damn it, McGee! What are you doing in there! Have to stay in the bathroom because you don't have a smoking hot woman waiting for you downstairs to have sex with you!" He groaned and fell backwards onto the bed.
1:36. Death by...he stopped the thought when the bedroom door opened again, and McGee got back into his own bed. Tony was about to get up, but realized that McGee probably wasn't asleep yet, so he had to wait.
Longer.
He originally planned for 10 minutes, but he couldn't take it anymore. He got out of his bed and quietly walked to the door, and to his relief, McGee seemed to be asleep. He practically ran down the stairs and was met by Ziva, who was staring a hole through him.
"You are late!" She whispered.
"I'm sorry! McGee decided to take a pee!" He whispered back. Ziva responded by grabbing him by the back of his head, holding onto his hair. She placed a kiss on his lips and it quickly turned passionate. Tony bit back the groan that was ready to escape his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist, running her hips into his. He silently moved her towards the couch in the living room, her legs automatically hitching around his waist as he gently and carefully laid her down, his lips never leaving hers.
Thunder shook the windows outside, and instead of pulling away this time, Ziva just wrapped herself tighter around him, kissing him even more passionately than before, if that was even possible. They broke the kiss at the same time, both gasping for air as he trailed kisses down her neck, kissing the hickey he had left earlier over and over again, as if that would cure it. She gasped underneath his touch as he fumbled with her shirt. For some reason, it was even harder to get off than normal. Ziva smiled.
"You are nervous, Tony?"
He stopped kissing her and looked up, staring deep into her chocolate brown eyes that he often had dreams about, "Never nervous." He grinned, pressing a gentle, short kiss up against her lips, "Excited." He whispered and she hooked her hands together around his neck before continuing what they were doing. The clothes came off fairly quickly, and now that she was completely naked in front of him, his hands roaming across her body like he couldn't stop, he shoved her up against the pillow. He was just about to soar her into complete bliss when she stopped him.
Tony groaned, "What now, Ziva?" He hissed.
"I prefer on top." She said, "I am sure you have not forgotten." She smiled at the memory of their undercover op a couple of years ago.
He grinned and kissed her again as he wrapped her arms around her naked body and flipped them in one smooth motion so that he was lying on the couch. Just as she leaned back, they both stopped, for they heard a door open upstairs.
"Shit!" Tony hissed under his breath as they both could deduce that the door that had opened was Gibbs', for he was the only one on that side of the hallway. Ziva jumped off of him, quickly gathering up her clothes, haphazardly throwing them on as they did so. They could hear him starting towards the stairs and Tony turned to her, "I'll distract him while you go upstairs." He whispered quickly to her.
She just slowly nodded as they heard him get closer to the steps, "What are you going to do?" She whispered back, a little annoyed, no very annoyed that someone, yet again, interrupted their...session.
"I'll think of something. I'm a DiNozzo!" He grinned, "Now hide!" She turned and jumped into the coat closet that was next to them as Tony nearly bolted into the kitchen, trying to act a little tired. He heard Gibbs starting to descend the steps before he entered the kitchen.
"DiNozzo?" He questioned, "What the hell are you doing at 0200h?"
He laughed as he looked down at his watch, "Well technically it's only like 0145h." He grinned, and Gibbs just stared at him.
"Doesn't answer my question." He stated, "What the hell are you doing?"
Tony gulped and quickly looked around before spotting Ziva's book still on the counter. Thunder rumbled outside and Tony gave a longing gaze at the closet door. Ziva. He thought as he quickly grabbed her book, "Reading!" he shouted, grinning as he randomly flipped to a page. Gibbs raised an eyebrow.
"Since when do you read?" He demanded.
"Oh, I read all the time."
"I'm talking about besides comic books and that dumb playboy magazine." Tony saw Ziva slyly slink out of the closet door, closing it without making a sound, sending one desperate and thankful look to Tony before disappearing without a sound up the stairs.
"GSM?" Tony grinned, and Gibbs just stared at him as his smile faltered, "Right. Well. I read other books as well." Gibbs grabbed the book out of his hands and studied it before shaking it.
"This is in Hebrew, DiNozzo."
Tony gulped and fumbled with his words before grinning his famous DiNozzo grin, "New skill."
Gibbs sighed, "Where is she?"
"Who?"
"Ziva." He growled.
"Upstairs." This, now, was the truth.
Gibbs nodded, as if he understood, "In your bed then?"
"No, in hers." Again, truth.
"Ah," Gibbs smirked, "So you didn't get the message the first time around, huh DiNozzo?"
"Look boss, I just couldn't sleep, okay?"
"Tonight? Or are we talking about last night when I caught you sneaking out of her room?"
Tony just stared at him, "It's a long story." Gibbs checked his watch.
"We've got time."
"But I'm tired..." He whined, and Gibbs just glared at him.
"Then why the hell are you down here?"
"Good point." He grinned before brushing past him and up the stairs quickly, so that Gibbs wouldn't stop him. Once he snuck into his room, past McGee, he crawled into his bed and felt it immediately vibrate, "Okay, who put the quarter in the bed?" He demanded out loud before he realized it was his phone; he had never taken it out. He flipped it open. New text message...from Ziva.
I owe you one. It read.
He grinned, thinking about what she could do in order to 'repay him'. He licked his lips, "Oh yes you do."