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Tony rolled over for the 100th time those few hours. He couldn't sleep. The constant reminder of Ziva, naked under him, and being interrupted again, continuously ran through his head.

It wasn't fair.

It really wasn't fair.

He briefly wished he was back in DC, where they could be alone at his apartment, with the doors locked. He let out a sigh and focused on the clock that was on the bed side table. 0823h, it read. He groaned and got out of his bed. He went down the stairs and was met by the rest of the team.

"Morning." He said. The place was still very dark, the power was still out and the dark clouds outside made it seem like it was night.

"Shalom." Ziva said quietly. She was sitting at the bar, alone, where Tony left her book last night, while the rest of the team sat at the table. Tony grabbed a napkin off of the counter, and took a pen out of the cup that several sat in, and quickly scribbled a note onto it, before sliding it on top of Ziva's book.

"Try again tonight?" It read, with a smiley face added at the end. She glanced over her shoulder, and none of the team were paying attention to them. She took the pen from him and scribbled something down.

"Only if you want to live, DiNozzo." It read. Tony laughed out loud, causing the team to look at him. He quickly crumbled up the napkin.

"Something funny, Tony?" McGee asked.

"Yeah, your big head, McGoo." He replied. McGee only rolled his eyes and Gibbs took a sip of his coffee.

"Uh, boss, you mind me asking how you heated that up?" McGee asked, pointing at the white cup. Gibbs swallowed his current mouthful and chuckled.

"I didn't McGee." He said. Tony, Abby, McGee and Ziva all made sour faces at the thought. Tony stood up and walked around the counter.

"Well, since a nice, hot, breakfast is a no-go, and I'm not drinking a cold cup of coffee, I guess I'm gonna go and get...changed." Tony said. He glanced at Ziva before disappearing up the stairs. It was dead silent except for the torrential rain outside and the thunder that boomed every few seconds.

"Too bad this storm is ruining our valuable time on the beach." Abby finally said.

"So..." Gibbs said, not even looking from his paper. Ziva, Abby, and McGee all turned their heads towards him and waited for him to continue, "...how was Tony's bed last night, Ziva?" He asked. Ziva narrowed her eyes at him.

"I do not know, Gibbs. You will have to ask Tony that question." She said, and returned to her book.

"Oh ok. I need to ask him how your bed was?" Ziva was furious. She slammed her book closed, stood up and walked up the stairs just to get away from Gibbs.

"Gibbs!" Abby said.

"What, Abby?"

"Why are you doing this to them?"

"They're lying to me. I'm trying to get the truth." He said.

"There has to be a better way!" Abby pouted. Gibbs returned to his paper and cold coffee. Abby looked at McGee, who just shrugged his shoulders.

Tony walked out of his room just in time to see Ziva walk in hers and slam the door. He finished buttoning his shirt and looked over the banister. Everything seemed normal, but something set off Ziva. He knocked on the door softly. "Ziva?" He whispered. She didn't answer. He slowly turned the knob and walked in, carefully closing the door behind him. Ziva sat on the bed, staring at the wall. Tony went over to her and knelled down. "What's wrong?" He asked. He placed his hands on her thighs to steady himself.

"Nothing, Gibbs just..." She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. "It is nothing."

"You sure?"

"Yes, Tony." She replied.

"Okay." He stood up and kissed her on the forehead.

"I will be down in a minute, I am going to change clothes." Ziva said, following him to the door. He stopped and grinned.

"Can I help?" He offered.

"No, thank you."

"Please?" He asked sweetly. "I'm good at taking clothes off." He said proudly.

"What about putting them on, Tony?" He lost his smile and Ziva laughed.

"Practice makes perfect." He said, pulling her close to him. He put his hands on her hips and let them slide up her shirt. He ran his hands up her form slowly, taking the shirt with him. He then put his hands back on her hips, this time letting them slide down her legs, taking the pajama pants. Shockwaves rushed through Ziva's body. She wanted nothing more than to throw him down and have her way with him, but they were still in the house, and would only be interrupted again. He returned from her suitcase with a small pair of shorts and a tank top. He slide the tank top over her head and made sure that he felt her breasts as he pulled it down. He squatted down to the floor and put her feet into the shorts, slowly dragging them up. She let out a small moan, she couldn't help it anymore.

"Tony, you are driving me crazy." Ziva said, her heart was about to beat out of her chest. Tony buttoned her pants and let out a sigh.

"You?" He said. He chuckled, "Can I do that every morning?" He said. Ziva gave him a kiss. "I think I dress you better than you dress you."

McGee walked out of his room, now dressed, and briefly wondered where Tony was. He wasn't in the bathroom, and he wasn't in their room. Giving up, he decided that Tony probably went downstairs. He walked by the girls room and stopped when he heard Ziva moan. He knocked on the door.

"Ziva, you okay?" He asked. Ziva stopped kissing him and told him to stand behind the door. She cracked it open.

"I am fine, McGee." She said with a smile. "I will be down in a second."

"Ok, hey, have you seen Tony?" Ziva shook her head.

"No." She said.

"Ok." McGee said and finished walking down the stairs. It's about damn time, DiNozzo. He thought to himself.

Ziva closed the door and turned back to Tony, who grabbed her tightly and placed a passionate kiss on her lips. He held onto her, placing kisses on her neck and the exposed parts of her shoulders. Ziva moaned quietly again, and tangled her hands in his hair.

"Tony..." She warned.

"Sorry." He breathed. "I can't...help myself." He said, kissing her again. He broke it again and backed up from her.

"Somebody is gonna bust through that door soon." He said. Ziva nodded in agreement. "But tonight...we're going to be alone." Ziva looked up at him and smiled.

"Where?" She asked.

"I don't know. Yet." He said. "I'll let you know soon. I need time to think of the perfect place." He added. He placed another kiss on her lips and promptly left the room. He trotted down the stairs and took a seat next to Abby in the dark room.

"So what now?" He asked cheerfully.

"There's not much to do, Tony." Abby replied.

"Ah, we'll find something to do." Tony said.

"Like going to get flashlights?" Gibbs chimed in.

"That's a good idea boss, shadow puppets!"

"Go. Take McGee and Abby." Gibbs said. He threw the keys to the car to him and just as they were leaving, Ziva came down the stairs in Tony's new favorite outfit. He winked at her and they walked out of the house, leaving Ziva face to face with the boss. "What are you wearing?" Gibbs asked harshly.

"Is something wrong with what I am wearing?" Ziva snapped back.

"No, it just looks like DiNozzo dressed you." Ziva rolled her eyes and grabbed her book off of the counter. She plopped down on the couch, the seat closest to the window, so that she could get a little light. Gibbs walked over to her and stared down at her. Ziva felt him looking at her and slammed her book shut again.

"Is there a problem, Gibbs?"

"You can check with Abby on this, but I believe that mint toothpaste can clear that up." Ziva raised an eyebrow. "You want me to call DiNozzo and have him pick you up a tube? He's the one that caused it anyway."

"What are you talking about?" Ziva asked him. Gibbs smirked and moved her hair out of the way.

"That." he said plainly. Ziva narrowed her eyes at him.

"Is it any of your business, Gibbs?" She stood up.

"When it deals with my agents and breaking my rules, then yes!" Gibbs snapped back. She let out a sigh and decided that he wasn't going to let this go, so she thought of the many things that sucked.

"It was a vacuum." She finally said.

"A vacuum." Gibbs repeated.

"I was cleaning my curtains, and it fell..."

"I didn't know vacuum's had teeth." Gibbs replied. He put his hand in front of her.

"You know what? Save it." Ziva had enough. She threw her book on the couch and stormed upstairs. Gibbs let out a sigh and walked into the kitchen, pouring himself another cup of cold coffee. He groaned. It wasn't particularly good coffee, but it was coffee, and that's exactly what he needed when putting up with those agents. Especially two of them. He turned around in the small kitchen and stared out the window, watching the rain pour out of the sky. He turned to return to the living room when something in the trash can caught his eye.

It was a crumpled up napkin, and it looked like it had writing on it. He picked it up and sat his coffee down. "Damn it!" He shouted and practically ran up the stairs, banging on Ziva's door. "Can you explain this, Officer David?" He held it up.

"Yes. I am teaching Tony Hebrew, and he cut the lesson short. I told him that if he did it again, he would be harmed." She said.

"Why is teaching DiNozzo Hebrew such a damn secret, Ziva?" He asked.

"He is embarrassed. He wanted to read my book." She said. Gibbs sighed and walked down the stairs. Ziva let out a huge sigh of relief and closed the door.

Everything made sense now. DiNozzo sneaking out of her room at night, him downstairs reading that book. Except for the hickey that was on her neck.

"It was not a damn vacuum." He said to himself. He stood in the kitchen and sipped on his cold coffee, until Abby, Tony and McGee walked in, bags full of flashlights and various items. "DiNozzo!" Tony stopped dead in his tracks.

"What boss? I got you the good kind!" He said. Gibbs walked up to him and held up the crumbled napkin.

"Care to explain?"

"Well um...boss...it's just that..." Gibbs raised an eyebrow. "Ziva is convinced that she makes a better pizza than I can."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah..." He grinned, "...but she puts all that...Hebrew junk on it." He pointed to himself, "I'm sticking to the basics." At that time, Ziva was walking down the stairs.

"Ziva, you go back up to your room. DiNozzo, you go to yours. And when you two want to tell me the truth, you come down and find me. Are. We. Clear?" Tony chuckled nervously.

"Boss we're not 12. You can't send us to our room without supper." Gibbs only glared at him. "This one's on me." He said and slapped himself on the back of the head. The two went up the stairs and into their rooms, but not before Tony told her to keep her cell phone with her. He had a plan.

Ziva slammed the door shut and immediately flipped open her cell phone, sending Tony a text message: This is stupid, Tony. This is completely ridiculous. She then threw the phone on the bed and angrily paced around the room. She didn't know what to do. Sitting down at the vanity, she carefully pushed her hair away that was covering her neck and stared at the hickey. She frowned angrily at it, as if it would magically go away just by her stare.

It didn't.

She groaned again as she heard her cell phone vibrate on her bed. She got up swiftly, making no sound whatsoever as she crossed the floor and picked up the phone, reading the new text message she had. I agree. Gibbs can be such an ass sometimes.

She smirked as she wrote him a text message back. Should we tell him? She questioned, and then frowned again as she pressed the 'send' button. A couple of mere seconds later, Tony sent her a text message back.

Are you insane, David?

Ziva sighed, We cannot go on like this forever. He will eventually find out. When will that be though? On our silver anniversary?
She received a text message back: Haha. I think you mean GOLDEN anniversary. And are you suggesting that we get married? :)

She just scoffed and rolled her eyes as she threw her phone down before she finally had enough. After a couple of dirty text messages that made her incredibly hot, and lots of pacing for about five minutes, she threw open the door and shouted, "GIBBS!" The door across the hall flew open and a very frazzled looking Tony DiNozzo appeared in the doorway.

"What the hell are you doing?" He hissed as they both heard Gibbs starting up the stairs.

"I cannot be locked in a room all day."

"Come on, it's not that bad. Reminds me of my childhood." He smiled, "Should remind you of Mossad..."

"No." She said, crossing her arms as she pursed her lips together, "If Mossad ever found out that I was lying to them, I would be sent to the range as target practice." Tony's face grew completely white as he gulped. An image of Ziva getting shot dead crossed his mind and he felt a little woozy. He leaned up against the doorframe to support himself, "However, since I am the daughter of the Director of Mossad, I would most likely get a less painful treatment."

"What's that?" He managed to croak out, trying to keep the crack out of his voice.

"Interrogation." She simply said as Gibbs started towards her, looking between the two. She focused her attention on the boss.

"You two ready to tell me the truth?" He asked, and Ziva didn't even bother to look at Tony, even though he looked at her.

"Gibbs, I do not feel that this is a fair treatment..."

"It's not. It's punishment, David."

"For what?" Tony suddenly demanded.

"For lying." He snarled at his senior field agent, "You of all people should know how I feel about lying."

Tony just stared at him as he turned back to Ziva, "So I guess you're not gonna tell me the truth, eh, David?"

She just looked at him, "I cannot be locked in a room all day." She repeated the same words she'd said to Tony earlier to Gibbs.

He just smirked, "Get used to it. Until you decide to tell me the truth, you're now two years old. Stay there." He pointed towards their rooms, "And don't come out." They started back into their rooms when they were stopped by Gibbs, who held his hands out, wiggling his fingers towards her, "Hand it over." He said to Ziva, and she just furrowed her eyebrows together, "Your phone." He reiterated, and Ziva sighed as she reached into her pocket and put it into his outstretched hand. She gave Tony a desperate look as Gibbs turned around and walked towards Tony, "Yours too, DiNozzo." he said, and Tony groaned.

"Boss, come on!"

"No!" He shouted, "Tell me the truth, damn it!"

Tony just stared at him, "You can't handle the truth." He growled.

"This isn't another one of your stupid movies!"

"That wasn't supposed to be a movie quote. Even though it was one. Colonel Jessep, A Few Good Men? You should really see it sometime, boss." He just snatched his phone out of his hands and then glared at both of them.

"Stay in your rooms." He demanded, "And no talking!" And with that, he stormed down the stairs, phones in hand. McGee was sitting across from Abby at the kitchen table, and he looked up at Gibbs as he walked in.

"Hey, boss! You want us to deal you in next game?" he asked, gesturing to the cards in front of him, "We're playing blackjack."

"And I'm winning." Abby boasted, causing McGee to frown. Gibbs just shook his head, "How are Tony and Ziva? Forgive them yet?" She pushed.

"No. They're lying to me. I can't forgive people who lie unless they tell the truth, Abs, you know that."

She pouted, "But they're Tony and Ziva! And this is their vacation!"

Gibbs just stared at her before turning to McGee, "You like technology, McGee?"

McGee laughed, "What kind of question is that?"

"Good." Gibbs responded, "Catch." He said as he lightly threw the two phones at them. He caught them fairly easily, but both of them fell onto the table, "Read up."

"These are Tony and Ziva's phones, boss."

"Yup." He confirmed, "I need you to check up."

"On what?" He asked, confused.

"Those....message things." He said before walking into the living room, leaving the two alone. McGee sighed and picked up Ziva's phone first, going through the inbox. Suddenly, his eyes grew wide as he read a text message.

"Um..." He started, and Abby grinned.

"What? What is it?"

McGee just grimaced, "I'd rather not say that out loud." He muttered under his breath, and Abby grabbed the phone out of his hands, reading the message. She grinned.

"Ooo, Tony! Didn't think he'd actually tell her any of those things."

"They're pretty graphic." Tim admitted, feeling a little uneasy.

"Kinky." She grinned, setting the phone down before flipping over a card, "Blackjack! Pay up, McGee!"

Tony and Ziva just stared at each other across the hallway, both sitting in their own doorways, staring. Neither one smiled, they just stared at each other, blinking every several minutes.

And then Tony pictured Ziva naked, lying under him as she moaned his name. He licked his lips at the thought and tried to keep the smile off of his face before he suddenly started to grin. Ziva grinned back, "You lose." She mouthed, and he just glared at her, "Again." She mouthed. They had been playing the staring game for about ten minutes, Tony losing after about a minute, which equaled many and many games. Ziva had lost a total of none, and Tony had lost a total of about thirty.

Suddenly, Ziva saw him stand up and disappear into his room, leaving her staring at a half-closed doorway, absent of her boyfriend. He then returned with a pad of paper and a marker. He made a motion to write as he pointed to her and then to him, and then back at the paper that he was 'writing' on. Ziva got the idea and she too got her sketch pad and a marker. She sat down on the ground in her original place as Tony started to draw. After about thirty seconds, he held up his creation, and Ziva had to bite back a laugh.

There was McGee, getting electrocuted by a lightning bolt in the storm, his eyes wide, his hair standing on end, all of his limbs going in all different directions and his entire body shaking. She smiled as she put her hand up to her mouth, giggling just slightly. Tony's eyes grew wide as he flipped the page and wrote quickly.

SHHH!! It read, I LOVE YOUR LAUGH BUT SHHHH!

She just smiled as she wrote on her paper, in her perfect handwriting, Gibbs will never know.

He just stared at her and then flipped the page, writing and then holding it up for her to see, Yeah he will.

She shook her head and then flipped a page, Would you like to bet on that?

He grinned as he wrote, Would you like to make-out? He questioned.

She furrowed her eyebrows together and then flipped the page, scribbling and then holding it up, Make out a check?

He just laughed silently to himself before holding up the same piece of paper, this time there was a big pair of lips next to the words 'make-out'.

She just smiled as she flipped the page again, I would love to. But we will be out of our rooms if we do that, which would be in violation of Gibbs' 'rules'. And then he threw his body across the hallway, halfway between her room and his. She just stared at him, "What are you doing?" She whispered under her breath, so softly that she could barely hear herself.

"I'm still in my room." He whispered back, pointing towards his foot, which was barely in the doorway. She smiled and then scooted towards him, so far that even he had to back up. They met in the middle and immediately captured each others lips with their own, both of them automatically closing their eyes and pulling at their lips, trying to gain entrance first. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tangled her hands in his hair, loving the fact that there was no gel at all in his hair. She ran her fingers through it, reminiscing in both his scent and the softness of his hair. He placed his hands on the small of her back, causing her to let out a soft moan. They finally broke for air just as Tony got his fingers into her hair, and then they rested their foreheads on each others. Tony placed a small kiss on her nose as they pulled back, not before Ziva placed one last, longing kiss on his lips. They kept their lips on each others as long as they could as they returned to their previous positions. Ziva pushed her hair back, still slightly out of breath as she stared at Tony. He just grinned his famous DiNozzo grin, causing her to grin as well as he picked up his pad. He turned the marker in his hands before he started to write, slowly. He finished what he was going to say and was about to show it to her when they both heard Abby starting to run pretty fast up the steps. Tony and Ziva both quickly disappeared into their rooms, and Tony sighed as he closed the door behind him, looking down at what he had wrote:

I love you.

He groaned and leaned his head back against the door, shaking it. Damn it, DiNozzo, you're in deep. He thought angrily to himself, So deep, you can't get out.
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"Spill." Abby demanded, hands on her hips as she closed the door behind her. Ziva just stared at her, "You can lie to Gibbs, you can lie to McGee, but you can't lie to me." She said, "Tell me. Now."

"About what?" Ziva asked, though she had a pretty good idea.

"Tony. Now, I'm going to ask you questions, Ziva David." She said, "And you will answer me truthfully, with 'yes' or 'no'. Understand? Even though you may be a crazy Mossad officer assassin person, I can still tell when you are lying." She narrowed her eyes at her, "Understand?"

"Abby, I do not feel that this is necessary...." She started, but Abby just put her hand up.

"I promise you I won't tell anyone what you say." She stuck her finger up, "Pinky promise?"

Ziva just furrowed her eyebrows together, "What does that mean?" She asked, staring at her pinky. Abby just groaned.

"I will not tell anyone!" She grabbed her hand, stuck her finger up and grasped it with hers, "See? We promised."

"Abby..." Ziva started, sighing, and Abby just shook her head.

"No! You can't lie to me, Ziva! I thought I was your friend!" he voice cracked a little as she spoke, and Ziva just sighed.

"You are, Abby, but..."

"No. Question number one." She said, "Are you sleeping together?" She squealed, jumping up and down just slightly.

"Depends on what you mean by sleeping together. Apparently they mean different things in America."

"I mean like....doing the nasty." She smiled, "Well when it's you and Tony, I guess it's not the nasty...."

"The nasty?" she questioned, "Tony is not nasty."

"Having sex!" She nearly shouted, and Ziva just clamped her mouth shut.

"Oh. No, we have not had sex."

She frowned, and she sighed, "I sense no lies."

"Because I am not."

She stared at her for a little bit, "Have you guys kissed?" She squeed.

Ziva sighed, "Many times." She looked down at her feet, very uncharacteristically, "Abby, I do not feel comfortable talking about my feelings for Tony right now..."

"Too bad, you're talking." She smiled, "Saw you two holding hands the other day." She grinned, "Didn't think I saw that, did ya?"

"Tony." Ziva spat under her breath. He had such an effect on her, it was amazing. Somehow, all of her guards went down around him.

She squealed and then jumped up and down, "Abby!" Ziva shouted, "Abby, stop it!"

"You're together I knew it!"

"Abby!" Ziva nearly shouted again, "You must keep this quiet. From everyone. Especially Gibbs. You cannot let anyone know that I told you."

"Not even Tony?" she pouted, and Ziva shook her head.

"Not even Tony."

She sighed, "I'm sorry about Gibbs. The bossman just doesn't like when people lie. You know that. Though breaking rule twelve is quite a step." She smiled, and then hugged her tightly, "I am so happy for you!" Ziva just patted her back as she pulled away, "Tell me if you guys need anything." She smiled and Ziva thought for a moment, checking her watch. It was around lunchtime, and Tony and Ziva both hadn't eaten anything all day. She would admit that she was fairly hungry, and she knew that Tony was too.

"There is actually something you can do, Abby," She started, "Do not tell anyone...anyone...and....could you order us a pizza? I know it is a lot to ask, but..." She just nodded.

"I'll order it! What do you want?"

"Tony's favorite. Pepperoni..."

"Sausage, extra cheese. Got it." She hugged her again, "So cute! So happy for you!" She grinned as she exited the room, leaving Ziva alone to herself as she laid down on the bed. It thundered outside and she closed her eyes as she gripped her necklace in her hand. She said a small prayer to Tali before promptly dozing off. She needed her energy for tonight.

Ziva awoke a couple of hours later, checking her watch. She groaned, for it was around 1800h, and she hadn't eaten all day. Her stomach growled at her and she sat up, running a hand through her hair as she closed her eyes for a couple of seconds. Her stomach rumbled as the thunder outside did as well, and she sighed, grabbing her sketchpad and her marker off of the vanity. She opened the door, checked the hallway, and then stared at Tony's door. She crumpled up a piece of paper and chucked it at the door. It opened mere seconds after she did so, and Tony smiled at her as he sat down. He stared at the sketchpad and then wrote to her: Where've you been? Abby got us pizza. A smile was placed at the end, and Ziva smiled back as he showed her the pad.

She wrote him back and lifted it up: Sleeping. There was nothing else to do.

Tony nodded and then wrote down his response on the sheet of paper: Gibbs still pissed at us, huh?

She just gritted her teeth together as she flipped the page and wrote back to him: What did you tell him that note was for? I said that you were learning Hebrew, but were too embarassed.

Tony just stared at the piece of paper, blinking a couple of times. He re-read it many times over before writing back to her: That would have made more sense than what I said..

Ziva narrowed her eyes at him: What did you say? Her eyes went to slits as she held up the sketchpad. He just gave her a fake grin, which made her even more angry at him as he cautiously wrote.

I don't know...somethin' bout pizza....

Ziva's eyes grew wide as she ripped a page out of her sketchpad, crumpling it into a paper ball before chucking it at him. Tony put his arms to the side before writing.

What was I supposed to say?!

She narrowed her eyes at him as she scribbled back: Something that makes sense! No wonder he locked us in here! You are acting like a complete balloon!

Tony laughed as he wrote and then proudly held up his sketchpad: Buffoon, Ziva, the term is buffoon. Another piece of paper was chucked at him. He ducked to miss the missile of a shot.

Just tell Gibbs that you are learning Hebrew and are too embarassed. He just stared at her, and she shook the sketchpad, as if he hadn't read it the first time.

He scribbled back to her: I don't think so. That would be lying. And lying is bad. Four paper balls were chucked at him this time, all right in a row. He ducked each time, putting his sketchpad up as a shield.

WE ARE ALREADY LYING! Ziva wrote back, in big, bold letters.

You owe me. Tony wrote back, annoyed.

Fine. She wrote back, If you want to learn Hebrew, the Hebrew word for 'bastard' is Mamzer.

He grinned as he wrote back to her, Thanks for that! Now stop talkin' about boss that way! She just glared at him. Thunder rocked the house, and Ziva pulled her knees to her chest, capturing her Star of David in her hand. Tony's eyes suddenly softened for the Liaison Officer, You okay? He wrote to her, and she just wrote back to him a simple answer, it was small, yet it got the point across.

Yes.

They sat like that for a while before Tony finally opened his mouth, "Boss!" he shouted, "Come quick, Ziva's dying!" Ziva just narrowed her eyes at him as he laughed, and she chucked another piece of paper at him before quickly stashing the sketchpad.

Gibbs walked up the stairs slowly, and Tony just stared at him, "Boss!" He groaned, pointing to Ziva, "She's dying! Why didn't you move faster?"

"Because, DiNozzo, I knew you were lying. You gonna tell me the truth now?"

"Yeah." He sighed, looking down at his hands, "Look, boss...the truth is that...." He looked up at him, "Ziva's teaching me Hebrew." Gibbs looked at Ziva, who just nodded her head. He smirked.

"That what she told you to tell me?"

"No! She's actually teaching me Hebrew!" He protested.

"So teaching Hebrew means teaching you her body parts, is that it, DiNozzo?"

"What?" He demanded, and Gibbs just promptly walked over to Ziva and brushed her hair away, pointing to the hickey on her neck.

"That, DiNozzo. What does that have to do with Hebrew?"

"Well..." He started, "Ziva knows Hebrew, and she's the one with the hickey, so technically it has everything to do with-" He stopped as he winced; Gibbs' hand met the back of his head, "Hebrew."

"Lie about a lie." Gibbs shook his head, "How many more you guys got?" He muttered as he started back down the stairs.

Tony just looked over at Ziva before picking up his sketchpad again. She was now lazily leaning up against the side of the doorframe, one leg extended, the other pulled slightly towards her chest. He held up the notebook: Well that went well. That was accompanied by a smile at the end. Ziva just rolled her eyes and chucked another paper ball at him, hitting him square in the middle of the head before standing up and closing the door behind her.

Later, Abby came around and delivered Tony food, which consisted of the fish sandwich and a bottle of water that Gibbs had sent McGee out to go and get. She handed it to him, smiling at him as she asked him how he was doing.

He just stared at her as if she was asking a dumb question, and she nodded before starting out of the room. She was stopped by the senior field agent, "Hey Abs." He said, and she turned around. He outstretched his hand, "Give Ziva this, will ya?" He asked, and she smiled, taking it out of his hands as she nodded vigorously.

"Sure thing!" And with that, she left the room, crossing the hallway. Ziva sat on the bed, picking at her toenails. She looked up when Abby walked in, and she sat down next to her.

"You okay?" She asked, rubbing her back lovingly as she sat the sandwich and the bottle of water down for her.

She just nodded, "Yes. I am fine, Abby. Fine." Abby smiled.

"Good." She handed her the note, "Tony told me to deliver this to you. What's it say, what's it say, what's it say?" She giggled, and Ziva just stared down at the note.

"No doubt it contains our meeting place and time." She said and Abby gasped.

"You two meet up?" She asked, "In the middle of the night?" She nodded.

"Yes." She said, opening up the note. 0200h, Back door. She furrowed her eyebrows together. Just where was Tony thinking that they were going to...do it? "Thank you for the sandwich, Abby." She patted her shoulder, and Abby nodded.

"I better go back downstairs...save McGee from bossman!" She hugged her shortly, "Bye!" And with that, she left. Ziva checked her watch after looking at her sandwich. It read 1845h, and she groaned. 0200h couldn't come fast enough.

At 0145h, Ziva tossed for about the billionth time in her bed that night. Figuring that it was finally close enough to 0200h, she jumped out of bed and quietly made her way to the door, throwing it open as she stepped out. She was so anxious to be loved by Tony that she dressed in the skimpiest and easiest thing to remove that she had; one of Tony's over sized t-shirts. She had smelled him all night, his scent was intoxicating to her at the moment, and for the past hours it had been the same. Soon, both of their body odors would mix together, and she reveled in the thought.

She silently made it down the stairs, making sure to miss the squeaky steps in the process. Back door. 0200h. She turned down the back hallway and froze when she saw a man standing there already, leaning up against the wall, staring down at his feet, "Tony?" She questioned, softly, and his eyes snapped up to hers as he grinned through the darkness.

"You couldn't wait either." He said, a little proudly, as she shook her head.

"No."

"It's stopped raining." He commented, "And since we always get caught in here..." He moved towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him as he placed a kiss on her lips before pulling back and mumbling against them, "We're going outside."

Her eyes stayed close as she brushed her nose up against his, "I do not care where anymore, Tony. Just....do not make me wait any longer." She gasped slightly as he pressed another kiss against her lips, intertwining their fingers together as he opened the door silently, stepping out into the moonlight night. It wasn't cold, but it wasn't hot; it was warm, and it felt just like it always did after a nice rain shower.

He held her hand tighter and pulled her closer to him than normal as they walked silently towards the beach. Suddenly, he bent down and pressed his lips up against hers, barely giving her time to wrap her arms around his head and return the kiss as he pulled back.

"Mmm..." She murmured, "What was that for?"

"Do I have to have a reason?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"Just shut up." She smiled as she kissed him again as they walked. This time, Tony let go of their fingers and wrapped his arm around her waist, running his hand up her thigh as he stuck his hand under her over-sized t-shirt, gripping her bare waist. Shocks ran up and down her spine and she just moaned and threw herself at him, twirling her hair at the base of his neck as she hungrily kissed him. It was only then that she realized that they were stopped in between the beach house and the actual beach. She broke away from him, "Stop it." She demanded, and he just looked at her, confused, "I cannot wait any longer, I will be honest with you, Tony." She admitted, "We must hurry up." He grinned.

"An impatient, horny, foreign, sexy, and did I mention hot woman in my arms wanting me to make love to her on a beach? It's like it's my birthday!" He grinned as he picked her up without warning, dipping her head down so that it nearly touched the ground before pulling her back up. She nearly screamed and put her hands up subconsciously to 'fight' her 'attacker' before she groaned, realized who it was, and then promptly punched him lightly in the shoulder, "Ow!" He feigned hurt, "What was that for?"

"You know." She growled back as she wrapped her arms around his neck, interlocking her fingers together as he so much but ran towards the beach. Once they had their position, as far away from the beach house as they could, but close enough to get back, he set her down and they both immediately started taking off their clothes, not wanting to miss a second that they could have with each other. And then, before Tony knew it, there she was, naked, under him, in the same position that she'd been in the past couple of times that they had attempted. And he kissed her, harder, wrapping his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her towards him as he pulled at her lips. He broke the kiss as he started down her neck when he was suddenly kneed in his groin. He doubled over in pain as he landed on top of her, biting into her shoulder as to try not to scream out. Once he finally found his voice again, he let go of her shoulder and looked up at her, who just smirked.

"What was that for?" He managed to breathe out.

"Doing what you normally do."

"Which is what?" He demanded.

"Teasing me." She simply said, "Stop teasing me and just....pleasure me." She smiled.

"Yeah, well, thanks to you, it's gonna be a while till I can pleasure you." He gritted through his teeth and she just ran a hand through his hair, resting it on the side of his cheek, patting him lightly with her fingertips.

"I can make it better, Tony." She seductively said, her voice suddenly dropping in tone. He just stared at her, and Ziva sat up, "Or I can leave..." Tony shoved her back down.

"No." He growled, and then realized the amount of pressure he was putting on her shoulder. The shoulder with her bruise. He let go of her, and she smiled.

"Hurry up, Tony." She moaned, "I cannot wait." And with one swift movement, he positioned himself and entered her, starting slowly. She moaned as she snaked her arms around his neck, linking her ankles as she wrapped her legs around his waist, "Finally." She moaned as he gradually picked up speed. And slowly, carefully, she started to scream. She couldn't help it. This was Tony making love to her....finally. Tony grinned as he leaned down and brushed his lips up against hers, as if he needed permission. She gripped the back of his head harder as she kissed him back before gripping the muscles in his back with her hands, her fingernails digging into his skin.

Finally, she broke for air, still screaming in pure ecstasy while Tony felt as if he was truly never going to stop. He never wanted to stop. Finally, they were alone. Finally, they were able to make love. Finally, no one was interrupting them. He cherished the moment as she continued to scream. But somehow, her screams went away, and he couldn't hear her. Nothing else existed in the world at the moment. Nothing else mattered in the world at the moment.

She suddenly applied pressure to his back as she flipped him over, changing her position as he smiled, pushing her hair back from out of her face. The water from the ocean lapsed against his ankles as he pressed his lips against hers again. The moonlight reflected off of the thin layer of sweat on each others bodies, and they knew that more would be coming. Sand was stuck onto her like McGee's fingers stuck to his keyboard when superglue was applied, and he felt an unnatural feeling of sand in places that they really shouldn't be. But that didn't matter at the moment. What mattered was Ziva. She slowly started up again, and he put his hands on her hips, moving with her rhythm. He was having a hard time getting a good grip on the sand, but it didn't matter. They were finally together.

She was finally his lover.

And that made him kiss her again before they broke mere seconds later by a drop of water on each of their cheeks. Ziva immediately stopped, yet kept him inside of her as they both looked up at the sky, Tony kneading the small in her back. She bucked, shivers running up and down her spine as it started to drizzle. Ziva sighed and stared down at him, twirling his chest hair with her fingers as she frowned, "So much for this." She sighed, and was about to get off of him when he grabbed her, keeping her there.

"No." He snarled, and she just stared at him, "I've waited too long for this. We drown, Ziva. I don't care. At least my last memory will be the best memory of my life."

She just smiled as he flipped her over, entering her with more force this time. And with more force came louder screams as she dug her fingernails into his back again. Tony didn't care if he'd have marks there in the morning. He really didn't. At least they were for something good. She flipped him again, one smooth movement, neither one of them losing speed as they switched positions. Her scream got louder when he carefully caressed her breasts with his hands, roaming them down to her stomach, her back, everywhere. She just made him feel so damn good.

"Ziva..." He elongated her name, mostly in shock as she screamed his name. They both kissed each other, closing their eyes as Tony flipped her again, neither one of them losing beat until all of a sudden, they were being shouted at.

"Sir! Ma'am!" They both stopped kissing as they snapped their heads to the side, staring wide eyed at the policemen that were there. Tony hugged Ziva closer to him, not wanting either of them to be staring at her naked body. Ziva sighed and let her arms fall to the sides as they were both being blinded by lights from their flashlights,"Get up you two. Come on, get up."

"I don't think that's such a good idea." Tony joked, and Ziva just whacked him in the arm.

"I'm gonna have to ask you two to come downtown with us. You two from this area?" he asked, shining the flashlight between both of them, blinding them. Ziva squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she turned away. Tony continued to lay on top of her.

"No, we're from DC. We're feds." Tony responded.

"Doesn't matter if you're the President of the United States of America, you two are coming with us. Get up." One of the policemen threw them their clothes as Tony unwillingly got off of Ziva, both of them quickly dressing. Ziva regretted immediately for just wearing Tony's shirt. She pulled the back down as much as she could, but her bare butt was still slightly exposed, "Turn around." One policeman said and they both groaned as they turned around. Tony looked at Ziva.

"Don't attack him, it'll just make our situation worse." He whispered.

"Hey! Stop talking, love birds." One policeman said as he reached for his walkie, calling central. The two then approached them and shoved their hands behind their backs, handcuffing them as they told them to walk forward.

"We are dead." Ziva muttered.

"Handcuffs..." Tony smiled at Ziva, ignoring her comment, "I bet this isn't the way you like to be handcuffed, eh, sweetcheeks?" She just narrowed her eyes at him as they walked, the policemen practically shoving them.

"You may joke now." She said, "But wait until Gibbs finds out. You and I will both be lucky to hear another joke again." Tony just widened his eyes as he looked straight forward, not saying anything.

Ziva was right.

Busted.