The two federal agents were put in the back of a police car. Tony let out a sigh, looked over at his girlfriend and grinned when he saw what she was wearing.
A t-shirt.
And only a t-shirt.
"Hey Zi..." She turned and glared at him. "Is that leather seat cold?" He smiled.
"This is ridiculous. We are federal agents." She spat, ignoring his comment.
"I wonder what Gibbs is going to say." Tony thought. Ziva laughed sarcastically.
"He is going to know that we are sleeping together."
"Well...trying to." Tony replied. It only resulted in another glare from the Israeli. The rest of the ride was silent. "When do I get my phone call?" Tony demanded. The officer looked up at him and chuckled.
"When you get it." He spat.
"Hey, listen hot shot." Tony said. "I used to work for the PD. I know the drill." The officer turned him around and proceeded to search him.
"Well good. Then you know that I'm about to search you for any weapons."
"Yeah, well, I wish I had my SIG." He replied. He then turned and saw the officer who was 'searching' Ziva. "She doesn't have much to search." Tony said harshly.
"Hey buddy you want to let us do our job?" One of the officers said.
"Only if you promise to do it right." Tony said. The officer pointed to a bench.
"Sit there." He demanded. Tony scoffed and walked past him, and it didn't go un-noticed when the officer watched Ziva pass him. Tony had enough.
"Hey, can we get her a pair of pants for her, please? Would that be too much trouble?" He laughed at Tony and walked out of the room. He sighed and put his now free hand on her bare thigh. "You okay?" He asked. She looked at him.
"I am fine." She replied. Tony wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her close. He proceeded to give her kiss, when his lips ran into her hand. "Everytime you kiss me, something bad happens."
"No, it's just everytime we..." He was interrupted by the officer with a fresh pair of white pants. "Thank you, Officer Brennan." Tony said, squinting at his nametag. He held out the pants for Ziva and then stood in front of her. She stood up and quickly slipped them on. Officer Brennan had a clip board, and began reading the charges. "What?"
"Disrupting the peace." The officer repeated.
"What peace did we disrupt?" Tony spat.
"We had several calls from the neighbors, saying that it sounded like someone was being raped." Brennan replied. He then looked down at Ziva. "Were you willing to have sex with him, sweetie? Or was it forced on you?" Tony stood up quickly, but stopped when he felt Ziva's hand on his, keeping him from punching the man. Brennan chuckled and finished reading the rights, and then walked over to the jail and opened it, pointing in. "In here." He demanded. Tony glared at him and allowed Ziva to walk in first.
Twenty minutes rolled by, and not a word was said between them. Ziva finally spoke.
"One of us has to call Gibbs." Tony laughed.
"I pick you." He said. "He'll go easier on you."
"Call him, Tony." Ziva replied. Tony scoffed. He opened his mouth to argue again when Ziva put her finger on his lips. "No. You chose to have sex outside, in public, which means that it is your fault. You call Gibbs."
"I just wanted to have sex, I didn't really care where it was." Tony said. Ziva glared at him, and Tony knew that was his cue to do what he was told. He stood up and walked to the door. "Fine, I'll call him. I, after all, can handle Gibbs." He said proudly. Ziva rolled her eyes and watched as her lover walked to the phone. It took Tony a couple of minutes to dial his boss' number, mostly out of fear.
"Hey boss. How's it going?"
"Tony, why in the hell are you calling me at 0300?!" Gibbs yelled. The back of Tony's head tingled from the anticipated head slap.
"Well, um, I've got a little...problem." He decided that was the right word.
"DiNozzo, the only problem that you better have is the drain dripping in the bathroom." Gibbs said.
"It does, but that's not why I'm calling you. Ziva and I...we...kinda...need you to come and get us." Tony then had to hold the phone away from his ear, from the loud voice that was pouring out of the receiver. Ziva heard it from her position and walked over to Tony, grabbing his hand.
"I'm on my way!" Gibbs finished and hung up the phone. Tony slowly hung up the phone, and he and Ziva walked back to the bench.
"So that was fun." Tony suddenly said. Ziva looked at him, and he turned to her and grinned. "Wanna make out?" He said. Ziva scoffed and rolled her eyes. "What? We might not get to do it for a while." He said in defesne.
"You are right, Tony. It will be hard to kiss you while you are dead." She threatened. Tony didn't dare say another word, not wanting to face the wrath of Ziva. That sat in silence, until one of the officers walked in the cell, wiggling his finger at Ziva.
"Miss David?"
"It's Da-Veed." She snapped. The officer nodded and told her to follow him. She glanced at Tony as she followed Officer Mosley out of the room. Tony then stared at his feet, until he saw the familiar shoes of one Lerory Jethro Gibbs, Tony stood up and walked towards him.
"What in the hell where you thinking, DiNozzo?" Gibbs spat. Tony ran a hand through his hair.
"Boss..."
"An NCIS Special Agent should know better, DiNozzo!" He yelled. Tony looked over Gibbs' shoulder and sighed softly. His gut immediately started to churn and he felt naucious as he spoke.
Ziva was being escorted back to her cell, when Mosley got a call on his radio. "Wait here." He demanded. She heard Tony's voice around the corner.
"Boss, it just got out of hand." Tony swallowed hard. "One minute we were kissing and the next..." Gibbs glared at him and he stopped. Tony let out another sigh. "It didn't mean anything." He added. "It was a mistake." Gibbs said nothing and walked away from Tony. Mosley came back and finished escorting Ziva back to the cell. She tried to hide her face from Tony as she walked back to the bench. Tony furrowed his eyebrows and made her look at him. Tears were threatening to fall from her eyes. "What happened? Did they hurt you?" Ziva only turned her head again. He put his finger on her chin and was about to ask her more questions, when Gibbs interrupted and instructed them to get in the car.
The car ride was dead silent. Tony occasionally looked at Ziva, who was bare legged again, since she had to return the borrowed pants. He wanted to know what was wrong with her, but was afraid of asking. She sat as far away as she could from him, looking out the window. They finally arrived back at the house, and Ziva immediately disappeared into her room. Abby and McGee were up; Tony guessed that they woke up when they heard Gibbs screaming into the phone. Abby ran up and hugged Tony tightly, before disappearing into the room with Ziva. McGee shortly followed, and Tony watched as the rain poured outside. Gibbs walked up behind him and slapped him on the back of the head.
"I expected that boss."
"I'll deal with the rest of this tomorrow." Gibbs said quietly.
"It is tomorrow." Tony mumbled, which only resulted in another whack on the head.
"Later today." Gibbs said and then went into his own room, leaving Tony alone. He heard the door close behind him to Gibbs' room and then decided that a shower was the best bet to get his mind off of Ziva. Then again, there was sand particles in places that he didn't want them to be, another good reason to take a shower. He exited his room just as Ziva exited her own, and they both stopped, staring at each other. Ziva blinked a couple of times, Tony mimicking her action before she rolled her eyes, huffed, and started towards the direction fo the bathroom. Tony grabbed her arm, pulling her back, and she glared at him.
"What do you want?" She demanded.
"Depends." Tony said, "You wanna tell me what the hell pissed you off?"
"None of your business." She spat, "Not that you care anyways."
"What the hell are you talking about, Zi?" He nearly shouted, "I didn't do anything."
"Exactly." She said, "You didn't. It was more of something you said." She snatched her arm back from out of his grip and then started back towards the bathroom when Tony jumepd in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. She rolled her eyes and she started around him when she felt two hands on her shoulders. He stared her deep into her chocolate brown eyes through the darkness, and he shook her lightly.
"Tell me."
"No."
"Tell me." He gritted through his teeth, his anger boiling, "I would really like to fix it."
"You did exactly what I thought you would do. No, what I was afraid you would do."
"You mind enlightening me as to what that was?" Tony nearly shouted, his hands still not leaving her shoulders.
She narrowed her eyes at him, "You never thought that we had a future, did you, Tony?" She carefully said his name.
He just let his entire body relax as he instead furrowed his eyebrows together, "What are you talking about?"
"I am talking about today." She said, her teeth grinding together as she spoke, "How us having sex on that beach was a mistake."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Tony said, "It wasn't a mistake. In fact, even though we were caught, it's still one of the best damn decisions I've ever made in my entire life."
"Do not lie, Tony." She spat through her gritted teeth, her anger rising. He never wanted to be with her. She was too stupid to fall for it. It had been lust the entire time, never love, just lust. She should have known better than to trust a man with the past of being a womanizer, a player, and Anthony DiNozzo.
"I'm not!" He defended, "Why would you think it's a mistake? I wanted to sleep with you-" And that was when Ziva had had enough. She grabbed his arms quickly and turned them behind his back, kneeing him in the stomach as he fell down with a large crash onto the ground. No one walked out of their bedrooms as she positioned one knee next to his upper torso, on the left, and the other aimed precisly above his groin. She grabbed his wrists tightly in her hands as she glared down at him.
"Was it real?" She demanded.
"The sex?" He questioned, "Oh yeah." He laughed, "It was real."
"I meant your feelings!" She nearly shouted, shoving against his wrists, moving her knee closer to his groin, "Were they real?"
Tony gulped. He wasn't ready to tell her his true feelings for her at the moment, but if he didn't do it soon, he would surely be losing body parts that he really wanted to keep.
"You do not, do you?" She spat, "All you wanted was a physical relationship because you have not been able to find anyone since....Jeanne." Tony winced at the memory.
"Thanks for that." He sarcastically said, letting out a deep breath as he stared up at her. Pain and sadness were both evident in her eyes, and he just tentatively worked one hand out of Ziva's vice grip and pushed some of her hair out of her face, his fingertips brushing up against her cheek. Ziva slapped his hand away before he was able to push any behind her ear, and they stayed in that position for what felt was hours but was really only about thirty seconds.
"Was it real?" She softly said, disappointment shining in her tone, "Did you feel anything?" He didn't answer, and she just let her heart drop as her entire body almost collapsed on top of him.
"Ziva..." He started, sighing, and she knew that he wasn't going to answer her question. She then promptly got off of him and disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She stood there for a couple of seconds before sliding down the door, slumping her head back against it as she closed her eyes, wishing the tears that were brimming and threatening to fall in her eyes away.
Tony stood up from the ground and wiped the dirt off of his body before staring at the bathroom door. He stood there, staring, for about twenty minutes, until it opened up and Ziva stepped out again. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second, and then she brushed past him, starting towards her room. Tony grabbed her again and pulled her back towards him, "Ziva..." He started, but she just snatched her arm out of his hand as she slammed the door to her and Abby's bedroom behind her.
Damn it DiNozzo, it's just three simple words. Just tell her. Tell her! I. Love. You. It's not that hard.And Tony sighed, running a hand through his hair as he started towards her room, lifted his hand to knock, and then lowered it, chickening out as he went back into his own room. McGee was already asleep and Tony went to go and lay down in his bed, not bothering to change. He stared up at the ceiling, the three little words running through his head as he fought for sleep to take him.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Tony had his eyes closed, but he couldn't sleep. It was pointless. Ziva wasn't there next to him.
Ziva wasn't even speaking to him. He hated that thought. He rolled over again and opened his eyes, discovering that McGee wasn't in his bed. He got up and began to walk towards the door, realizing that sand was still in...wrong places. He glanced over the banister, his eyes automatically staring at Ziva, just like he always did. She was sitting at the counter reading a book, which was nothing unusual. He rolled his eyes and got into the shower.
After his shower he joined the rest of the team in the kitchen. Ziva didn't look up at him.
She couldn't look up at him. He fixed himself a cup of coffee, which was rare for the senior field agent, but he needed a jolt after a sleepless night. He took a sip and let the warm liquid run down his throat. He stared at her, and she was unphased. McGee watched Tony and felt the tension in the room, so he wanted to start a conversation.
"I'm glad the power is back on." He said. Tony only took another sip, still staring at Ziva. Gibbs was reading the paper, and Abby just stared at him.
"Me too, Tim." She said quietly.
"Are you ever going to finish that damn book, Ziva?" Tony suddenly asked. Without looking up, she answered him coldy.
"Are you ever going to answer my questions?" Abby felt her mouth fall open, she couldn't believe that they were openly fighting with each other.
"No." Tony snapped back.
"Then shut up." Ziva replied. Tony put down his coffee cup and leaned on the counter, so that he was closer to Ziva.
"Are we really going to do this here?" He said through his teeth.
"It does not seem like you care. So yes." She closed her book and looked him dead in the eyes. "You used me Tony."
"I did not use you, Ziva!"
"You do not have any feelings! It was just a mistake. At least that is what you told Gibbs last night at the police station!" Abby had enough. She excused herself from the table and walked down to the basement. McGee stood up and followed her.
"I only said that to get Gibbs off of our asses!"
"It didn't work." Gibbs mumbled. Tony and Ziva pretended they didn't hear him and continued.
"You would not have said it if it you did not mean it!" Ziva screamed back.
"Ziva I..." He stopped.
"You cannot say anything, Tony! It was a mistake. I know that now." She opened her book back and went back to reading it, which only infurriated him more.
"So that's it?" He said with his arms open. Ziva continued to read, trying her best not to let the tears fall. "Ziva!" Tony yelled. She looked at him and a tear was rolling down her cheek.
"Leave me alone." She said and threw her book at him, with as much force she could. Tony just watched as she climbed the stairs and slammed her door to her room. Tony glared at Gibbs, who still had his face in the paper. He sighed and then walked up the stairs, knocking on Ziva's door.
"Ziva..." He said softly. "Ziva..." She still didn't come to the door, so he went across the hall and picked up the pad that he was communicating with yesterday. He tore it off, folded it up, and pushed it under Ziva's door. He knocked again and spoke softly. "Read that, Ziva. That's what you mean to me." He said, and walked back to his room, shutting the door behind him.
Ziva stared at the yellow note that lay on the floor for several minutes, before finally getting up and opening it. She read all of their conversation, and nearly fell backwards when she read one line.
'I love you.'
The ink was the same blue color as yesterday, and it was dry, meaning that he didn't add it just to get back on her good side. Ziva dried her face with her hands and quietly opened the door, crossing the hall. She cracked open Tony's door and lood at him. He was lying on his bed, face up with his hands behind his head. Closing the door behind her, she silently walked over to the bed and put her legs on each side of him. She crawled up his body and finally rested her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
"What are you doing?" He whispered.
"I forgive you." She replied quietly. He gave her a light kiss on the top of her head, and it wasn't long until they both were asleep.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs sat downstairs at the counter, thinking back to the fight that Tony and Ziva had had earlier that morning. He groaned. If they had just listened to his damn rules, he wouldn't be dealing with those two at the moment. Abby had yet to come back out of the basement with McGee; Tony and Ziva's fight had really shaken her up. And yet, that was another reason to be angry at them about. He didn't honestly know what he was going to do with them. Every rule he gave them, they broke.
He checked the time. It was around 0800h in the morning, meaning it was around 1300h in Scotland at the moment. He flipped out his cell phone and dialed a familiar number, waiting for it to ring a couple of times before he was greeted by a friendly voice, "Afternoon, Jethro!" He greeted, "Or, should I say 'Good Morning' to you?"
Gibbs just gave a small smile, "Nice to hear from you too, Duck."
"How are you?" He questioned, "Abigail told me that you, Timothy, Anthony, and Ziva were all going down to her beach house. She kept going on and on in details about how extravagant it was...is it extravagant?"
"Yeah, it's just fine." Jethro said, looking around the kitchen before looking back down at the newspaper, "Hey. Meaning to ask you a question, Duck."
"It is not like the Leroy Jethro Gibbs I know to withhold any question that is gnawing inside of him. Fire away, my friend!"Gibbs just gave a small smirk. He missed Ducky, that was sure, "Last night." He started, "No. Early this morning, I had to stop by the police station."
"Oh dear. Did Abigail drink one too many cocktails? I warned the girl before she left to-""No, Duck, not Abs."
"Anthony then?"
"And his new Mossad beau." He said, sighing as he changed positions just slightly in his seat.
"Tony and Ziva?" Ducky asked, "They are finally together?" He could practically feel Gibbs eyes stare at him through the phone, "I mean...what were they doing at the police stsation?""They got arrested." He simply said.
"For what? Drunk driving?"
"I wish. One of the neighbors called the police because they were afraid that a woman was being raped down at the beach at around 0200h."
There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and for a second or two, Gibbs was sure that Ducky had hung up on him. However, he spoke up nearly seconds after his thought, "Oh dear. What's their sentence?""Nothing. Managed to get 'em out without even a dollar fine." He boasted, and Ducky nearly laughed.
"Well how are the two lovers after their encounter on the beach?" Gibbs cringed at 'lovers'.
"They had a fight." He said, "This morning and then they stormed upstairs. Haven't come back since."
"Maybe they're making up." Ducky gave a hearty laugh from the other end of the line, but Gibbs didn't smile. He just stared, not that Ducky noticed this, but he just...stared.
"I would have heard it by now. Ziva's a screamer."
"And you would know this...?"
"She told me." He simply said.
"Well, my dear Jethro, I think that you should check up on them." He said, and Gibbs sighed, turning towards the staircase as he stared up it.
"Yeah, maybe I should." He muttered slightly to himself as he started up the stairs, slowly. He crossed the hallway and opened up the door to Ziva and Abby's room, poking his head in. No one was in sight. He then crossed the couple of steps towards McGee's and DiNozzo's room, opening the door in and poking his head in before frowning at the sight. Ziva was literally lying on top of Tony, her head on his chest, his arms wrapped around her waist, both completely asleep. Soft snoring came from both of them, and that caused him to smirk before silently closing the door behind him. He turned back to his phone, where Ducky was still on the line.
"Are they all right, Jethro?"
He smirked, "Oh yeah, they're fine."
"Haven't killed each other?"
He smirked again, "Far from it." He started towards the stairs, wanting nothing more than to change the topic. He was uncomfortable about discussing his two agents relationship that he wasn't a fan of to begin with, "So, Duck, how's Scotland?"
Ziva felt Tony move under her and she quickly woke up, which caused Tony to wake as well. He groaned and wrapped his arm around her more. She threw one leg off of him, off of the bed and proceeded to get off of him when he stopped her.
"Where you going?" He asked sweetly.
"We have been sleeping for a while, Tony." She replied.
"So?" He pulled her up so that her face was right above his, "I could stay right here with you all day." He said. Ziva smiled and gave him a light kiss. She pulled back and hovered over him. Tony took his hands from her waist and put them on her face. "I'm sorry for yelling, Zi." He said. She smiled and kissed him again, this time it instantly became passionate. Ziva let out a small moan, and Tony let his hands travel up her shirt. Ziva sat up on him and unbuttoned his slowly.
Abby and McGee climbed the stairs and she opened the door to her room. "Abby, she's probably in the shower." McGee said.
"I just want to check on her, Timmy. What if she needs a friend right now?" She looked in their room and the bathroom, no Ziva. She turned towards McGee and pointed to the door. "Check it." She demanded.
Tony had already tossed her shirt to the side and was now working on the stupid clasp to her bra. He finally got it off and threw it to the side. It landed on McGee's bed, causing a slight chuckle from Tony. Ziva now had Tony's shirt off and she leaned down to kiss him again. His hands roamed her bare back and then to the front. Ziva let out a small moan in Tony's mouth, and sat up again just as the door opened. Ziva immediately lay back down on Tony, who quickly pulled the comforter over them.
"I uh...think she found a friend, Abs."
"Ever heard of knocking, McTiming?" Tony spat and then let his head fall back onto the pillow. He looked up at Ziva who couldn't help but smile. "Why do we even try?"
"Aww. Come on McGee." Abby said and pulled on his hand, making him leave the room. "Sorry guys. Just ignore us and...continue." She said with a smile. She closed the door. Ziva let out a sigh and climbed off of Tony.
"Hey!" He pouted. She put her bra and shirt back on. "I wasn't done with those." He said.
"When we are alone, Tony, you can have them as much as you want." Ziva said seductively.
"Is that a promise?" Tony asked. Ziva smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed. Tony leaned over and reached for his shirt, when he felt a hand on top of his. She shook her head and resumed her previous posistion. She sat up on him and ran her hands up his body. Tony let out a small moan and she kissed him again. She broke it, but only because she needed air. She slid back down and rested her head back on his chest. She was tracing circles on his chest and playing with the hair there. He wrapped his arm around her and ran his thumb up and down her side. "When are we going to be alone?" Tony asked quietly.
"I do not know. When we are back in DC?" She asked.
"I can't wait, Ziva." He said. She looked at him and smiled, he pecked her on the lips. "Since you live about an hour away...do you think...it would be easier for you..." He stopped and took a breath, "...to move in?" She looked up at him and couldn't believe he just said that. She briefly wondered if she was dreaming. "I mean, because I probably won't be able to sleep without you, so I'll come to work tired. That means, I'm cranky. And you really don't want see Anthony DiNozzo cranky. I mean, I'm a pretty sight, but that definitley isn't." He finished.
"Tony, that is a very big step, yes?" Ziva asked. Tony looked down at her and pulled her closer.
"I think that's what you do when you're in love." He replied. Ziva didn't say anything, she simply went back to playing with his chest hair. Tony let out a sigh and closed his eyes, wondering what she was thinking. It was quiet for several minutes, until she leaned up and kissed him again.
"What are you doing Monday?" She mumbled between kisses. Tony lifted an eyebrow.
"Why?" He asked. She kissed him again, letting her lips linger on his before returning her head to his chest.
"I will need some help lifting boxes." She said quietly. Tony grinned. He finally had what he wanted. He wrapped his arms around her again, and they both quickly fell asleep.
The two were abruptly interrupted from their second nap of the day by the loud banging on the door to their room, "DiNozzo! David!" They heard Gibbs shout through the door as he continued to bang with his fist, "You have thirty seconds to get off each other, get dressed, and meet me downstairs!" Ziva quickly jumped off of Tony, who literally rolled out of bed, landing with a hard boom on the ground. Tony buttoned the rest of his shirt as they both hurried out of the bedroom and down the stairs. Tony ran a hand through his hair, trying to get the bedhead out.
Didn't work.
"I think it is sexy." Ziva smiled, glancing at him over her shoulder for just a fraction of a second before looking back forward as they started down the stairs. Tony grinned.
"Well then I should wear my hair like this more often."
She nodded in agreement, "You should."
Gibbs met them at the bottom of the stairs, and they stopped, Ziva on the second stair and Tony in back of her on the third step.
"You two done?" He questioned, and they looked between each other before Tony nodded.
"Yeah."
"Good. With me." He motioned for them to follow him and they gave each other another worried glance before following him down the stairs into the basement.
"What's up with boss and basements?" Tony muttered into Ziva's ear, his breath hot and sending shivers down her spine as he stopped in the middle of the room, next to the pool table.
"I heard that, DiNozzo, it's a way to get away."
"Oh." He said quietly, and the two just stood there in front of Gibbs uncomfortably, "So...mind telling us why you called us down here?"
"Yeah." He said, "You two are..." He sighed as he closed his eyes, "You two are..." how come he was having such trouble saying it? Tony leaned forward a little, wanting him to say it. He formed the words with his mouth.
"Sleeping together...?" Tony questioned, and Ziva felt a small blush rush to her cheeks.
"Yeah." Gibbs nearly spat, "And because you two are together, I thought it would be best to lay down the rules."
"You already have. Remember? Your special rules?" Tony put air quotes around 'special rules', and Gibbs narrowed his eyes at him.
"Yeah." He spat, "And you listened to those, didn't ya?"
Tony just grinned, "You know how I am with rules."
"Well I can assure you, DiNozzo, that no matter how much you break these rules, you will also be breaking in the bank, cause you won't have a job." Tony gulped.
"I'm listening."
"Good." He said, "The rules. Rule number 1: Keep it out of the office." Tony and Ziva tried to mask their smiles as they turned to each other. That wouldn't be a problem now that Ziva was going to move in with him. Gibbs ignored their smiles and continued on, "Rule number 2..." Gibbs sighed, "No kissing in front of anyone on the team. Especially me." He growled, and Tony and Ziva just looked at each other, "Rule number 3: you play grab ass, and my boot will be up yours." Tony laughed.
"That's a good one, boss." He turned to Ziva, "I like number three."
"You want me to test it out right now, DiNozzo?" Gibbs threatened, and Tony just shook his head, motioning for him to continue.
"Rule number 4: calling in sick because you're tired from 'last nights events' is equivalent to a trip to the unemployment office." Ziva just looked at Tony, who just grinned.
"So maybe I've done that once...or twice..." he admitted, and Ziva just rolled her eyes.
"And lastly..." Gibbs started towards Tony, "Rule number 5: you hurt her, I hurt you, got it, DiNozzo?" Ziva just stared in shock at Gibbs. She could take care of herself! He was treating her as if she was his...daughter.
Tony gulped, a little intimidated by him, "That's not really a rule. More of a threat."
"You'll treat it as a rule, DiNozzo. It's as important as Rule 23."
"23?" Ziva questioned.
"Never mess with a marine's coffee." Tony said quickly, looking at Gibbs, "Especially the boss' coffee."
Ziva scoffed, "That does not have to be a rule. Everyone should know that one." Gibbs just smirked before he became serious again.
"I'll also let you two know that I am not okay with this. I just don't want to deal with this on vacation, got it? I'll officially deal with your relationship when we get back to NCIS. Right now, you can have your days of fun. Just don't let any of us hear it." And with that, he gave them one more threatening glare before starting back up the stairs, leaving the two to stand in the basement before they begrudingly followed him up, heading back into Tony's room and closing the door behind them.
A couple of heavy make-out sessions later, Tony and Ziva collapsed onto Tony's bed, both heavily breathing, grins plastered on both of their faces.
Tony pressed his lips up against the side of her head again, "You're amazing." He murmured.
"Tell me something I do not know." She smiled.
"Ah, modest, are we?" He sarcastically said, and she laughed.
"Hmmm..." She mused, leaning up and pressing her lips against his one more time. Tony smiled, brushing a lock of curly, dark hair behind her ear.
"It's funny." He chuckled under his breath.
"What is?" She worriedly asked. Did she look funny?
"I've never felt this way before." He admitted, "You're the first woman I've actually decided to move in with me."
She smiled, "But you have had so many women before, Tony."
"I know." He nodded, leaning towards her, his lips nearly centimeters from hers, "But I like you the best." She almost giggled as he pressed his lips up against hers one more time, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her towards him. She rested her head on his chest and let her eyes flutter closed. She heard his stomach growl as she pressed her ear up against his chest, and she rubbed it affectionately.
"Hungry?" She questioned, and he nodded, placing a hand on top of hers.
"Very. Hey, how about a treat?" He questioned.
"I am not to eat." She laughed into his chest, and he stroked her hair.
"Not you...I mean, you're dessert, but for dinner...wanna go out, just the two of us?"
She pondered for a moment, "But what about Gibbs?" She questioned, and he sat up, causing her to sit up on the bed as well.
"I'll go and ask him." He squeezed her thigh, "Wish me luck."
"Luck." She said as he pressed his lips against hers, letting them linger for a second or two before pulling back and heading down the hallway, down the stairs, and into the living room where Gibbs sat reading the newspaper and sipping a cup of hot coffee.
"Boss..." Tony started, and he didn't look up at him.
"No, I'm not altering the rules." He said, taking another sip, and Tony shook his head.
"That's not it. I was just wondering if...Ziva and I could..."
"No." He simply said.
"You never let me finish my question!" He nearly shouted, putting his hands to the side.
"You were going to ask if I would allow you two to sleep together. The answer is no."
Tony grinned, "You're wrong." He boasted, and Gibbs stopped, looked up at him, and pierced him with his icy blue stare. Tony gulped and cleared his throat, "I was going to ask if we could go out on a date...like a dinner date."
Gibbs just stared at him, "No." He then looked back down at his paper.
"Aw come on, boss! Why not?"
Gibbs shrugged, "I said so. No." He said the word more firmly this time, sipping some more of his coffee. Tony groaned.
"Boss! Please! We just want to go out and eat, that's it. Just the two of us."
Gibbs sighed, "Fine." Tony's face lit up as he grinned, "As long as Ziva's not the appetizer, main course, or dessert." Tony just grinned even more.
"Thanks, boss!" He smiled, running up the stairs to inform Ziva. Gibbs just watched him, taking a sip of his coffee in order to mask his growing smile. He honestly had never seen his senior field agent happier in his life. Maybe breaking rule 12 wasn't such a bad idea after all. Well, as long as they kept all the touchy-feely stuff out of the office and his sight of course.