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Abby insisted on helping Ziva dress for her big date that night, and Ziva was secretly relieved. It was really the first time that she and Tony would be alone.
"You're nervous." Abby squealed.
"I am not nervous, Abby." Ziva replied.
"You are so nervous." She replied. Ziva just rolled her eyes and opened the closet, where she had unpacked her suitcase.
"Snatch it away." Ziva said. Abby raised her eyebrow and walked over to her, putting her hands on her shoulders.
"It's take it away, Ziva." Ziva nodded and Abby went into her closet, clapping her hands. "Ok! Ooh I love these." She said. She held out a pair of Ziva's jeans, the tight ones that fit her just right.
"Abby I do not know where we are going, but I think that jeans may not be..."
"Please. Jeans are as sexy as a dress. Especially if you wear....this." She held a backless black shirt and waved it in front of Ziva. "With these." She added, holding a pair of heels in the other hand.
"Those shoes kill my feet."
"Beauty is pain, Officer David." Abby said. "There. See? Simple. Now get dressed. I'm gonna go and make sure Tony isn't blowing his outfit." Ziva laughed and Abby promptly left the room, leaving Ziva and her turning stomach alone.
Tony finished dressing first, even when Abby marched in and told him that it wasn't sexy enough. He was now wearing a long sleeved collared shirt and jeans.
He nearly had to pick his jaw up off of the floor when his girlfriend walked out of her room. Her hair was down, straight, and slightly curled at the end, just how he liked it. He swallowed a couple of times before he could speak.
"Ziva...you look absolutely, breath takingly, amazing." Tony stuttered out. Ziva half smiled and walked closer to him, and his amazing smell didn't go unnoticed.
"Not bad yourself, Anthony." She whispered. He gave her a kiss and wrapped his arm around her waist, rubbing his thumb where he felt bare skin. He led her down the stairs and were met by McGee, Abby, and Gibbs.
"I don't approve." Tony and Ziva looked at each other.
"Of...what...boss?" Tony asked slowly.
"The outfit, DiNozzo. And you're already breaking my rule number three." Gibbs snapped. Tony gulped and removed his hand from her waist. Abby turned to Gibbs and raised an eyebrow.
"Always wear gloves at a crime scene?"
"No, that's two." McGee said. "Three is Never believe what you're told, always double check."
"Tony knows what I'm talking about." Gibbs walked around McGee and Abby and disappeared. Abby grabbed their wrists and smiled.
"Don't listen to him, you two look great." She pulled them down the rest of the stairs and practically pushed them out of the door. "Now go. Have fun!" She squealed.
"I will drive." Ziva said. Tony laughed. He walked her over to the passenger's side door and opened it, leaning on it and smiling down at her.
"I actually want to have our date tonight, Zi." He said. Ziva narrowed her eyes at him and sat down in the seat. Tony, still laughing, walked around to the driver's side and sat down, immediately taking Ziva's hand in his. "So I thought we'd have Japanese for dinner," He grinned, "And maybe I can have you for dessert?" He said.
Ziva laughed, "We would only be interrupted again, Tony."
"Not if we're not in the house."
"We cannot have sex on the beach. I would like to kill those police officers, but, other than that, I do not want to go back there."
"Then we have sex somewhere else." Ziva scoffed.
"No sex in the house, no sex on the beach or anywhere outside. Where does that leave us?"
"I don't know. But I'll make it my mission, Ziva David, to find somewhere." Ziva rolled her eyes.
They finally arrived at the restaurant, and Tony even pulled out her chair. "When did you become so...normal?" She asked.
"Since I kissed you." He replied. She smiled and felt a rush of blood to her cheeks. It was quiet while they studied the menu. "What you gonna order?"
"I do not know. Possibly the vegetable tempura."
"Oooh that sounds good." He frowned, "But I like the teriyaki salmon."
"You order that, I will order this and we can share." She said with a smile. Tony grinned and closed the menu.
"Sounds good to me." The waiter came and took their orders, and they sat in silence for several minutes. Tony reached over the table and grabbed her hand, stroking her knuckles with his thumb. "You seem...upset, Zi. You okay?" He asked.
"I am fine, Tony." She gave him a slight smile and looked down at her lap again. She looked up at him and he was still staring at her with a concerned look on his face. He stood up from the table, walked over to her and squatted down.
"What's bothering you, Ziva?" He asked quietly. Ziva let out a small sigh and looked him dead in the eyes.
"I am...concerned...that what you said today," She stopped when she saw the many people starting to crowd around them. Tony looked around and stood up, his arms open wide.
"Can I help you?" He asked, no one in particular.
"We wanted to listen to you propose." An older lady said. Tony put down his arms and smiled at her. Ziva only looked down. "You are going to propose, aren't you?" Tony grinned.
"No." He said quietly. "Not yet." He added. Ziva looked up at him in shock. The lady pulled him down and kissed him on the cheek.
"Good luck, sweetie." She said and returned to her own table, along with the rest of the crowd. Tony returned to Ziva and his original position.
"Now, what's bothering you?" He asked again. He couldn't help the smile that was plastered on his face. Ziva leaned down and gave him a kiss, letting her lips linger on his for a couple of seconds.
"You just answered my question." She said quietly.
"I did?"
"Yes." She replied and kissed him again. Tony smiled at her and walked over to his seat as the food was being brought to them.
Tony finished his meal, and most of Ziva's meal, when he proudly dropped his napkin onto his plate. "That was delicious." He said.
"It was." Ziva agreed. He picked up the menu again and began looking at the desserts.
"Hm, can I have two desserts?" Ziva smiled. "One here, and you later?" He licked his lips. Ziva chuckled.
"If we leave now, you could possibly have your dessert sooner." She said quietly. Tony grinned, but then frowned.
"But I don't want to go back. Not with those stupid rules." Tony stood up and pulled out her chair for her. He grabbed her hand as he walked to the register. He paid him and as they walked out of the restaurant, Tony snaked his hand around her waist and pulled her close. He planted a kiss on her lips. He broke it and then nuzzled into her neck as they walked. "Mm you smell wonderful." He opened her door and she sat down in the seat. It was dead quiet, mostly because they both wanted dessert. Tony stopped at a red light, and when it turned green, he immediately pulled to the side of the road.
"Car sex." He said quickly. He practically jumped over the console and attacked Ziva, his lips on hers. Ziva pushed on him and broke the kiss, both of them breathing hard. "Let's go. Right now."
"Tony...we will be caught again. We are in public." She said. "Wait until we are back at the house then you can have your much anticipated dessert. No one can interrupt you, or steal it away." Tony smiled and kissed her again. "I promise, it will be worth the wait." She whispered.
"It better be." He said and sat back down in his seat. He grabbed her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. He finally parked at the house and they moved at the same time towards each other. Ziva started on his buttons, and Tony's hands were already under her shirt, and his kisses were trailing down her neck. The porch light turned on and the door opened, revealing a way too happy Abby.
"Damn it!" He said. He moved back to his seat and fixed his shirt.
"Later." Ziva whispered as she stood up from the car.
"I'm hungry now." He mumbled and got out of the car.
"So am I but..." Ziva started, sighing, "we will just have to wait." Ignoring the fact that Abby was still standing there, grinning at them.
"How was dinner?" She asked, nearly yelling it as she jumped up and down. Tony just grabbed her hand in his, intertwining their fingers and pulling her close. Abby squealed and jumped up and down again, clapping her hands together, "I guess that means it was amazingly awesome!"
Ziva just smirked, "It was very nice, Abby." She shared a look with Tony, who just squeezed her hand in his. However, when Gibbs and McGee both appeared in the doorway, Tony immediately dropped Ziva's hand and stepped away from her. Gibbs just rolled his eyes.
"Saw that, DiNozzo." Tony just grinned.
"Yeah...." He started, "Sorry boss."
"Don't apologize. Sign of weakness. We're going out to eat." Gibbs announced, and then walked over and slapped a note on Tony's head. He furrowed his eyebrows together, looked up at it, and then pulled it off of his head, "Don't wreck the house. Don't screw each other." He sighed and read the note, the exact same words looking up at him, "Rules still apply." Tony groaned as he shared a look with Ziva, all of his hopes for that evening getting flushed down the drain.
"Bye!" Abby grinned as she patted both of them on the shoulder, the three heading towards Gibbs car before driving away. Once they were gone, Tony smiled and then wrapped his arm around her waist, making sure to run his hand over the bare skin of her back before he gripped her to his hip.
"Finally." He smiled, "I thought they'd never leave."
"They were only here for about a minute!" Ziva defended as he led her up the stairs of the porch and into the house.
"One minute too long to wait for you." Tony growled as he shoved her up against the wall of the house, attaching his lips to hers as he kicked the door closed with his foot. She moaned as he opened his mouth to let her have access, his lips pulling at hers. She felt his hands roam up her bare back, exposed by the shirt, and then arched her back just slightly due to his insane touch. She moaned louder as she wrapped her arms around his neck, twirling his hair in her fingers.
They finally broke for air, and Tony grinned, resting his forehead against hers, "You're freaking amazing, Ziva." He breathed, in awe, and she just smiled at him, pressing her lips against his. She was about to pull away when he grabbed her hips with both of his hands and pulled her towards him.
"You're not going anywhere." He growled against her lips before pulling at them again, "I want you so badly." He mumbled in between kisses, his voice deep, possibly dropping a couple of octaves.
And right as he went to kiss her again, she quickly dipped down and moved out of his grip in just seconds, resulting in his lips nearly touching the wall. He sighed and turned to look at her retreating form, his hands still on the wall she just vacated. He growled as he watched her hips naturally shake as she walked, her heels clicking on the tile of the kitchen. She didn't reappear for a while, and he followed her into the kitchen, where she was pulling out two glasses; a bottle of wine was already on the counter. She glanced at him as he walked in and she picked up the two wine glasses in one hand and then, in her other hand, the bottle itself.
"Wine?" She questioned, holding up the objects, smirking slightly as she looked him up and down before walking towards the living room.
"Trying to get me drugged up, Ziva?" He grinned as she set the bottle and the two glasses down on the coffee table, looking up at him for just a second or two before tucking some of her hair behind her ear, for it was getting in the way. She poured him half a glass and her half a glass as well before handing it to him.
"Prego." He smiled and she smiled back.
"Al lo davar." She said, clinking their glasses lightly together before each taking a sip. Tony moved and sat down on the couch, setting his left arm on the span of the couch. He patted his lap before returning his arm, grinning at her.
"Come sit." He said, and she smiled again, moving towards him, carefully sitting down on his thigh, shivers immediately running through her. He wrapped his arm around her, forcing her to lean up against his chest, nuzzling the top of her head into his neck, her head resting on his shoulder. She held the glass of wine in her left hand, twirling it around, watching the liquid move as Tony sipped his. She could hear it go down his throat, and she smiled as she pressed her lips up against his neck. Tony grinned and looked down at her, kissing her on the forehead.
"This is nice." She mused, lifting her head from its previous position. She was, however, still lying against his shoulder as she took a sip of her wine. He continued to knead her back with two fingers, squeezing the little skin he could grip in between them.
"Well we can do this everyday if you want." He smiled, thinking back to the fact that she was his new roommate, "Roomie." She laughed and turned to look at him.
"I believe I am more than that."
"Trust me." He smiled, leaning towards her, "You are." She closed her eyes, awaiting another kiss on her lips when he changed and kissed her on the nose. She wrinkled it up and then pulled away, staring at him.
He ran his fingertips up the side of her face and carefully tucked some hair behind her ear, resting his palm there as he leaned back, taking her in.
"What?" Ziva questioned, furrowing her eyebrows together.
"Did I mention you're beautiful?" Tony questioned. She just lightly shoved him in the chest.
"Shut up."
"It's true!" He defended as she took another drink from her glass.
"You know, Tony." She looked down at her glass, "I truly believed that the reason that you wanted me to move in with you was....just another excuse to get me into bed with you." Tony stared at her, as if motioning for her to continue. She just continued to stare down at the liquid, "But then at the restaurant today...." She looked up at him, "You genuinely care about me, yes?" He stared at her for a moment before breaking out into a large grin and nodding excitedly. He leaned towards her to kiss her, but she pushed him away, "Tony. No." Her voice was firm as she stared deep into his eyes, "Tony." She slowly said, "Did you mean it?"
"Of course I did. Why would I say it if I didn't mean it?" He questioned.
"To get me to fall for you so that you can get me into your bed easily."
He laughed, "Women come easily into my bed." He winked at her, "DiNozzo charm. You'll figure it out later."
She smiled, doubt pushed to the back of her mind at the moment, "I think it has already worked on me." She mused and he rubbed her back.
"Besides." He said, pulling her closer to him, "If I didn't have feelings for you Ziva, I wouldn't have just let you sleep in my bed with me. And I'm not talking about..."
"Having sex?" She intervened, and he grinned, nodding, and then suddenly his face turned serious as he stared her deep into her eyes, wanting her to get the entire message clearly.
"You're the first girl...woman...I've ever had in my bed that I've just wanted to hold." Ziva couldn't help it, she broke out into a fairly large grin, for Ziva, and then placed a passionate kiss on his lips, pulling at them hungrily. He just sat there as she pulled back, opening her eyes up as she looked at him.
"Thank you, Tony." She whispered, and he went to kiss her again when the phone rang. But it wasn't either of their cell phones, it was the house phone. Tony furrowed his eyebrows together and shared a look with Ziva.
"No one calls the house phone." He commented, and Ziva stared into the kitchen, where it continued to ring. He groaned, "I'll pick it up." Ziva was about to move when Tony told her to stay, and he slyly moved out from under her, allowing her to slump against the couch itself and not his shoulder. He leaned down and pecked her on the lips before taking a sip of wine and quickly moving towards the phone. He took two large steps as soon as he got into the kitchen and he picked it up, "Team Gibbs residence." He decided, smiling as he stared down at his almost empty wine glass in his hand.
"DiNozzo."
"Boss?" Tony questioned, "Why didn't you call my cell phone? Or Ziva's?"
"That would require you not to move."
"Uh..." Tony started, "So what do you want?"
Tony almost could hear him smirk over the line, "Just to get you off of Ziva."
Tony groaned, "Boss, we were just talking."
"With clothes on?"
"Yeah..." And then he hung up. Tony heard the dial tone in his ear, and he furrowed his eyebrows together before putting the phone back down on the receiver. He then started back into the living room, where Ziva was just finishing her glass of wine. He groaned as he sat back down on the couch leaning forward and pouring himself a new glass of wine, "Ziva?" He questioned, holding the wine bottle up, "Wine?"
She shook her head and set the empty glass down on the coffee table, still the lightest hint of a maroon residue at the bottom. He leaned back against the couch and took a sip of his drink as Ziva leaned down and rested her head on his lap, her feet propped up on the arm rest. He smirked, "Other direction." She just glared up at him.
"I am an assassin, Tony." She warned, "I can kill you with one shot."
"But you won't." He grinned.
"Do not test me." They were silent for a while longer before Tony started running his hands through her hair, "Who was that on the phone?" She asked.
"Oh, that was Gibbs."
"Did he say he was coming back soon?" She softly asked, sitting up, for she didn't want to get caught by Gibbs. Tony shook his head and gently pushed her back down so that she was lying with her head on his lap again. He picked up his running of his hands through her hair again as he smiled.
"He didn't say."
"Then why did he call?"
He leaned down towards her, his nose brushing up with hers, "To make sure I got off of you."
"Well," Ziva gave a small laugh, "I was the one that was on you."
"And I didn't mind." Tony smiled, and she laughed shortly before closing her eyes and sinking into his warmth and comfort. After a couple of minutes at least, she opened her eyes and looked up at her boyfriend, "Tony?" She questioned.
"Hmmm?" He responded, his hands never letting go of her hair; they never missed a stroke.
"Do you think that this...relationship...is going to alter our work ethics?"
He was confused, and he stopped running his hands through her soft, chocolate hair as he stared down at her, tilting his head slightly to the side, "What do you mean?"
"I am talking about us. Out in the field. Doing our civic duty to this country." Ziva said, "What if we decide to protect each other more than McGee or Gibbs?"
"It's only natural for people to want to protect the ones they love." Tony said.
"But I love the entire team, Tony." he stared at her, "There are just...some members of the team...that I love more than others." She smiled slightly down at him, and he laughed, grabbing her hand and intertwining their fingers together.
"I should hope so! I don't want to walk up the stairs and catch you sleeping in Gibbs' bed!" Ziva winced at the thought, and Tony was disgusted the moment it came out of his lips, "Sorry." He muttered, and she just looked up at him.
"Tony, I am serious."
"So am I." He grinned, and she shook her head.
"No, Tony, what if someone dies because I decide to protect you more than say...McGee?"
Tony sighed, "Everyone makes mistakes."
"And you know what makes those mistakes?" She demanded, letting go of his hand and sitting up, staring at him. He shook his head and read her eyes. Hurt, confusion, desperation, and just a tiny hint of love and passion.
"What, sweetheart?" He softly asked.
"Feelings." She grabbed onto his arm, gripping it rather tightly as she pulled him slightly closer to her, "Strong feelings." And it was that moment that the rest of the team decided to open up the door and enter, a bag of takeout in their hands.
"Abby, how many times do I have to tell you that restaurants don't and will never serve Caf-Pow?" McGee groaned as they closed the door behind them, "Because of you we have to have take-out now cause they kicked us out!" He complained, throwing the bag down onto the counter as he huffed and took his seat on the stool.
"Sorry Timmy." Abby murmured, hugging him. McGee sighed and just patted her back.
"It's okay. Sorry for yelling at you, Abs."
"Do I need to give you two special rules as well?" Gibbs demanded before he looked around. No Ziva or Tony.
He walked towards the living room, slowly, shouting as he did so, his eyebrows slightly furrowing together, as they normally did, "DiNozzo! David! You have four seconds to get off of each other, get your clothes on, and get in here!" he barked, and the two lovers stood up from the couch and calmly walked into the kitchen. McGee and Abby were already eating their food, and Gibbs looked at the two, both in shock and admiration.
"You two weren't lying." He commented, "Took you two seconds."
"Yeah, that's cause we were talking, boss." Tony fired back.
Gibbs shrugged his shoulders before reaching into the bag and then pulling out his food, sitting down next to Abby as the three ate in silence. Tony and Ziva looked at each other before they decided to just go and sit down at the table. It was late anyways, soon they would be going to bed. Tony grinned at the thought.
"What in the hell are you smiling at, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked.
Tony shrugged, "I'm a happy man, boss." Gibbs only narrowed his eyes at the senior field agent and took a bite out of his hamburger. He made a face and opened it, holding it out to Abby.
"What is this?" Gibbs asked.
"It's what you ordered, Gibbs." Abby replied with a chuckle.
"No I ordered a hamburger. This is..." He stopped and looked at it again, "I don't know what this is." He threw the food product back into the bag and stood up from his chair. He looked down at his watch and then at his team. "It's late. You better rest up and enjoy your day tomorrow. We fly out Saturday." He said. He went up the stairs and into his room.
"Aww this week has gone by too fast." Abby frowned. Tony put down his wine glass and walked behind Ziva, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Yes it has." He agreed. McGee rolled his eyes and threw his food in the same bag.
"Lost my appetite." Tony raised an eyebrow and watched McGee climb the stairs.
"What's with him?" Tony asked. Abby raised and dropped one shoulder.
Tony and Ziva kept Abby company while she ate, and then the three went upstairs. McGee was already in his bed and Tony assumed he was asleep, so he had Ziva join him. She crawled onto him like did earlier that day and planted a kiss on his lips. Tony moaned quietly and deepened the kiss. McGee scoffed and sat up quickly.
"Can you take that somewhere else, please?"
"What is wrong with you, McCranky?!" Tony snapped.
"I am trying to sleep and I don't want to listen to you two have sex." He snapped back and laid back down. Ziva motioned with her head towards the door and Tony nodded. Ziva pecked him on the lips and climbed off of him. She went out of the room and closed the door. Gibbs opened his door and stopped when he almost ran into the Israeli.
"Sleeping with DiNozzo, again?" He asked quietly. Ziva crossed her arms.
"No. I was only saying goodnight. I am on my way to my room." Gibbs walked past her and turned the knob to the bathroom.
"Well good."
"Why do you care, Gibbs?" She asked him. He let go of the knob and walked over to her.
"I don't, Ziva. Just be careful. I know how DiNozzo is."
"He has changed." Ziva said quickly. Gibbs smirked and walked over to the bathroom door again.
"I hope so." He mumbled and walked in, closing the door behind him. Ziva let out a sigh and walked into her room, where Abby sat in the bed brushing her hair and singing quietly to herself.
"Hey Ziva!" She said happily but then frowned, "Where is Tony?"
"In his room." Ziva said plainly. "I do not think McGee likes us being together." She added. Abby put down her brush and put her hands on her hips.
"Well I do." She looked down at the bed. "He can sleep here. It's big enough." She grinned, "Just don't moan too loudly, you know, over my headphones. Or to wake Gibbs. And McGee, for that matter." Ziva only smiled and opened her phone, dialing Tony's number.
Tony laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling, thinking about what Ziva would be doing to him at this moment. That is, if they were alone. He turned and glared at McGee just as his phone rang on the table next to him. He quickly picked it up.
"Hello?" He asked sweetly. McGee sat up in his bed and threw his legs off of it, snatching the cell phone out of Tony's hand and snapping it shut. Tony stood up and faced the junior agent.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Tony said through gritted teeth.
"She is right across the hall, DiNozzo! You can go five minutes without talking to her! God it's like you two are in high school!"
"You don't like us being together, do ya?" Tony asked.
"Yeah. You're right Tony. I don't."
"You're jealous." Tony replied quickly. McGee furrowed his eyebrows.
"What?"
"She's mine, McGee. And only mine. You don't have a chance." He started to walk out of the room but stopped. "Watch yourself."
Stepping into the hallway, Gibbs stopped when he saw his senior field agent trying to cross the hallway. "What is this? Musical beds?"
"Boss I was just...going to pee." Tony lied.
"Sure. Just know, DiNozzo..." Tony stopped and stared at him. "...that I know when you leave that room." He pointed to Ziva's door. "And I can hear through the walls."
"I know, Gibbs. It's your super power." Tony mumbled. Gibbs smirked and walked into his room, slamming the door behind him. Tony walked into the girls room and closed the door. Ziva walked up to him and held up her phone.
"Why did you hang up on me, Tony?" She asked.
"Well I don't know Zee-Vah." He snapped. "Why don't you ask my other set of hands? Otherwise known as Special Agent Timothy McGee!" Ziva turned around and looked at Abby with wide eyes, and she just shrugged. "Obviously us being together is some sort of a damn crime according to him. And we can't have sex because Gibbs has some sort of bionic ears where he got them from I don't know, and you just have to be a screamer so we can't have 'quiet sex' and..."
"Whoa, whoa Tony." Ziva gave him a light kiss on the lips and ran her fingers through his hair. "Relax." She kissed him again, "Everything is ok." She kissed him again.
"Awww." Abby said from her position on the bed. Tony smiled as Ziva kissed him again and then he let out a sigh.
"I'm ok." He mumbled.
"Good. Then lets go to sleep." Ziva grabbed his hand and brought him over to the bed. He crawled on top of her and planted a kiss on her lips.
"Goodnight, Ziva." He whispered. "And don't forget about my dessert."
"You will get it Tony." She replied and he smiled, kissing her again. "Goodnight." Tony flopped down in the middle of the bed and rolled over to Abby, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Night Abs. And thank you." He said. Abby giggled. He then wrapped his arms around Ziva and pulled her close, nuzzling into her neck. Ziva lay there with her eyes open, thinking back to what Gibbs said in the hallway.
'He has changed.'
'I hope so.'
Ziva turned over again and was slightly startled when she heard Tony's voice. "You awake too?" He mumbled. Ziva let out a sigh and answered quietly.
"Yes. I cannot sleep." Tony moaned and, if it was possible, he pulled her closer.
"I know something we can do." Ziva couldn't help but smile, causing Tony to grin.
"Abby is right there, Tony."
"So?"
"We are not having sex." He kissed her on the nose and then grinned.
"Why not? Abby wouldn't mind. And then, she could join us." Ziva backed up from him and placed a hard punch on his left shoulder. Tony groaned and put his right hand on it. "Ow!" He said, and then another punch was thrown at the same shoulder. "Ziva! Why did you hit me twice? That hurt!" He whined. Ziva chuckled softly.
"I didn't." She said.
"Abby? I thought you were asleep." Abby sat up and turned to Tony, who still held his aching left shoulder.
"I don't have sex with men who have already found their soul mates, Tony." Tony only grinned and Ziva looked down at the sheets, her cheeks turning red. "Or men that will be married to said soul mate soon." Tony chuckled nervously and Ziva's eyes grew big.
"Do you know something I don't, Abby?" Ziva asked, the panic slightly evident in her voice. Abby smiled.
"Nope." She said and fell back into her pillow, pulling the covers up to her shoulder. Tony pulled Ziva into a kiss and then fell onto his own pillow, covering back up.
"Come on, Zi. Lay down." Tony said, patting on her spot. Ziva let out a small sigh and laid down, Tony immediately pulling her close.
Two hours later, Ziva was still awake. She heard a slight snore from Tony, so she moved his hand from around her waist and slipped out of the bed. She walked downstairs and made herself some tea. Opening the sliding glass door, she sat on the deck and listened to the quiet sounds of the ocean.
Tony suddenly felt cold sheets when he moved his arm. He opened his eyes and sat up quickly, looking around the room. Abby was sleeping next to him, but Ziva was nowhere in sight. He got out of the nice warm bed and walked out into the hallway, looking both ways, partly for Ziva and partly for Gibbs. When he didn't see either, he walked down to the bathroom, and it too was empty. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Empty.
The living room.
Empty.
Basement.
Empty.
He was just about to become frantic Tony when he saw something move outside of the glass door. He let out a sigh and opened the door.
"Hey Zi." He said quietly. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Shalom."
"You okay?"
"Yes. I just could not sleep."
"Something bothering you?"
"No." She lied. Tony sighed and looked out at the ocean. He then squatted down and took her hand.
"You wanna take a walk?" He asked sweetly. Ziva smiled and stood up, her fingers automatically intertwining with his. He led her out of the front door, and unbeknownst to the both of them, one Leroy Jethro Gibbs stood atop of the stairs watching them. He narrowed his eyes as they closed the front door. He then descended the stairs and walked out onto the back porch. He assumed that his two agents would be going to the beach.
He was right.
He watched them as they walked on the beach, Tony's hand around her waist, and then holding her hand. They would occasionally stop and kiss, but no clothes were removed. He sighed and continued to watch them. He looked down and saw his cup of coffee he left there a couple of days ago, it was over flowing from the rain water. He picked it up and most of it spilled. He took a sip and returned to watching his agents.
He chuckled at his thought. They weren't his agents. They were just people that happened to work for him. And they could technically do what they wanted with each other.
But that didn't mean he had to like it. Tony pulled her close and whispered something into her ear, Ziva laughed and he kissed her. Gibbs briefly remembered what it was like. His heart dropped. But he and Jenny never acted so...happy. Ziva had a constant smile on her face, and Tony couldn't take his hands off of her.
Gibbs then thought back to Shannon, and how much he loved her. That's how Tony and Ziva were acting. He took another sip of the rain water coffee, making a face. Tony now had Ziva in his arms spinning her around. The waves crashed into his ankles and he placed another kiss on her lips.
He continued to watch them until they started back towards the house. He sat down the cup of rain water coffee and walked into the house. "Things are never going to be the same." He mumbled.
Abby smiled as she watched the two sleep, Tony's arms wrapped tightly around her, her back up against his chest, his face buried into her head and into her neck. She knew that she really shouldn't be doing this, but she wanted to. And besides, Gibbs had told her to go up and wake the two up, but when she saw how they were sleeping, she found it best fit not to wake them up.
She sighed, and suddenly found herself saying their names, "Tony. Ziva. Come on you two lovebirds, wake up." She watched as Tony's face cringed up. Ziva groaned and shifted in her sleep, and Tony wrapped his arms tighter around her. Abby smiled slightly.
She walked up and carefully shook their shoulders, "Tony. Ziva." She was more persistent this time, but Ziva just moaned and turned in Tony's grip so that she was facing him chest to chest. Tony let a small smile cross his lips in his sleep as Ziva bent her head downward, pulling her hands up so that they met together on his chest. She melted into his embrace, and Abby took a step or two back.
She looked so...childish. Vulnerable. And Tony was her protection. She watched as she carefully moved her head up and rested it against his forehead, their eyes still closed, their noses barely brushing up against each others.
And then, suddenly, Tony's eyes fluttered open and then smiled, obvious oblivious to the goth being there. He pressed his lips up against hers, "Morning." He whispered, grinning as she opened her eyes.
"Shalom." She said quietly, kissing him back lightly before burying her head back into his chest, sighing deeply as she wrapped her arms around him. Tony rested his chin on top of her head and closed his eyes, stroking her back soothingly before he opened his eyes again.
"Abby!" He suddenly shouted, his eyes growing wide as he immediately jumped up, causing Ziva to roll to the very edge. She grabbed onto the covers in order to keep herself from falling off. Ziva stood up quickly, just like Tony, but she stumbled due to the weight balance on the mattress, falling nearly into his arms again. He hugged her to his body as they both stared at the forensic scientist, who was just grinning at them before she started jumping up and down, clapping.
"You guys are so cute!" She squealed, "I just came to tell you guys that McGee and us are going shopping today!" Tony grinned at Ziva, "So get dressed, we're leaving in a few. Gibbs says he won't go." She pouted, but then smiled, "Bye!" She waved eagerly before quickly leaving the room.
Tony leaned over and pecked her on the lips, grinning as he did so, "Need help getting dressed?" He asked, and she nodded.
"Only of course, my little hairy butt." She said as he took her hand, jumped off of the bed, and then carefully helped her down.
He quickly went over to her suitcase and then licked his lips as he pulled out a simple white cotton dress, "Dresses?" He questioned, "Zi, why so many?"
She arched an eyebrow, "Are you complaining, Tony?"
He looked at the dress, and then up and down her body. He imagined her in the dress. Then he imagined the dress on the floor by her feet. He licked his lips, "Not at all." He responded as he approached her, running his hands over her stomach, slowly, as he pulled the shirt over her hed. He ran his palms over the bare skin, causing her to shiver as he finally removed the shirt.
He then started with her pants, sticking his thumbs of both hands under the strap that held up her pants and then sighed, closing his eyes, and then looking up at her. And suddenly, he was attacking her, his lips on hers, pulling at her mouth hungrily. He pulled her closer to him and then pulled back, staring down into her, her eyes full of shock, "Sorry." He grinned, breathing hard, "Can't help it." He gave a chuckle and Ziva smiled, pushing him slightly away.
"Maybe I should dress myself." She suggested, and Tony sighed.
"No, please, I can do it." He pleaded, and she smiled.
"Do not drive me too crazy, Tony." She warned, her smile seductive as he grinned and then quickly pulled off her pants. He pulled on her underwear, a light blue thong, and Ziva shook her head, smiling down at him as he slowly pulled it up her body, "Tony..." She warned as she placed her hands on his shoulders. He moved his eyes from her hips to up at her face, "Behave yourself."
"Don't I ever?" He grinned as he finally finished pulling it up. He slapped her ass just lightly, and Ziva dug her fingernails into his shoulder, growling at him. He gulped, "Sorry, Ziva. Like I said, Can't help it."
"Like I said." She said through gritted teeth, "Behave yourself. If you want to live." She threatened, and he stood up, holding up her bra.
"You do it." He said, and she just took it form him and put it on before turning around and pointing to it.
"Attach it." She said as he grinned, clasping the clasps together. She turned back around and then lifted her arms up as Tony pulled the dress over her head, tugging at the bottom before placing a kiss on her lips.
"Dress me?" He questioned, grinning. She smiled.
"I still need to fix my hair." She pointed to the mess on her head.
Tony frowned, "It looks gorgeous." She shook her head and then pointed to the door.
"Go and get dressed, and I will get my hair finished, and then we will go downstairs." He sighed and then grabbed her and placed a kiss on her lips before disappearing out of the doorway. She smiled to herself before sitting down at the vanity and running a brush through her hair.
The two appeared down in the kitchen later, Ziva dressed in her white dress and Tony dressed in jeans and a kelly green polo. They were the only two downstairs, and Ziva smiled as she quickly moved to her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his neck as he did the same to her waist, locking his hands together behind her.
"You look handsome." She smiled, kissing him.
"So do you. But more of a gorgeous sense than a handsome sense." He grinned and she laughed as he kissed her again, "All I want to do is kiss you."
"All I want to do is stay in your arms." She responded.
"All I want to do is puke." Gibbs said as he strode into the kitchen, coffee mug in hand. They quickly let go of each other, "DiNozzo. David. Rules 1 and 3."
"Sorry boss." Tony mumbled, and Ziva smiled slightly. Gibbs stopped and turned to look at them.
"Why are you two still here?" He demanded, his arms wide.
"Waiting for McGee and Abby." Ziva responded, looking slowly between the two men.
"They left almost fifteen minutes ago. Told me to tell you to meet them on the boardwalk." He said, and then two looked at each other before Ziva grabbed her brown purse off of the counter, Tony grabbed her hand, and they started out the door.
"HEY!" Gibbs shouted, "How many times do I have to say rule 3?" He demanded, groaning as Tony let go of her.
"Sorry, Gibbs!" They both shouted, simultaneously as he watched them disappear from the house.
Tony and Ziva walked down the boardwalk, their hands clasped together, fingers intertwined, squeezing so hard to each other that they almost were cutting off circulation in both of their hands. Both had huge smiles plastered on their faces, and Tony smiled, breathing in the smell of the ocean and some stands that had opened up, "Nothing like the smell of breakfast in the morning." He leaned down towards her and nuzzled his nose into her hair, "And you." She just smiled as she playfully pushed him away.
"Stop it, Tony."
"Never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually glad that Gibbs couldn't come." Tony admitted as he watched a man a couple of yards away from them smile at Ziva. Tony growled slightly as he switched positions and wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked. Ziva did the same, and Tony pressed his lips up against the side of her head as they passed him.
"Was that your stomach?" She asked, and Tony looked down at her.
"What?" He questioned.
"The growl. Are you hungry?"
"Oh." Tony said, "Yeah, yeah, starving, Zi." She smiled as he switched again, taking her hand blindly in his once more. They looked both ways before crossing the street to a breakfast burrito stand that Tony spotted. He grinned and licked his lips as he ordered himself a burrito. Ziva politely declined one, and Tony shrugged as he paid the man, regrettably, he had to let go of her hand, and then they both heard Abby's voice from behind them.
"Tony! Ziva!" They turned around and smiled at the happy Abby that came bouncing towards them, a still rather pissed McGee in two, "There you guys are!" She exclaimed, "Ah!" SHe gasped at Ziva, "You look incredible. Like insanely incredible. You should wear dresses more often instead of those stupid cargo pants." Ziva just looked between Tony and Abby.
"What is wrong with cargo pants?" She demanded, and Tony just laughed as he took another bite of his burrito.
"You'll figure it out." He said, "Where to?" He asked Abby, and she squealed.
"This is so exciting! We're going shopping. For you, Ziva!" She turned to the Israeli, who just got wide yes.
"No." She simply said, shaking her head, "Abby, this is not just a shopping trip for me."
"You're right." She smiled, "It's for Tony too! He gets to look at you all day anyways."
"Yeah, well she's not wearing clothes at those times." Tony smiled, taking another bite of his burrito. Tim rolled his eyes as Ziva blushed slightly.
"Come on!" Abby pleaded, "Or else we're going into the stores that I want to shop in."
"Um..." Tony's eyes grew wide, "Let's go shopping, Zi! Take it away!" Tony pointed to Abby, who just smiled as she started in front of them. Tony took Ziva's hand back in his and sent McGee a glare, who just stared back at him with angry eyes as he walked behind them. And, somehow, as they walked, McGee couldn't get his eyes off of their hands intertwined together. He wanted to, he really did, but he just couldn't. It was like a car wreck. You want to look away, but you just can't.
Abby suddenly turned into a store and Tony and Ziva both followed, McGee trailing.
Tony and Ziva nearly stopped in the doorway, both in extreme shock. In the boutique, there were rows and rows of dresses and skirts, almost all of them in a shade of pink. Ziva's eyes grew wide, and she went to bolt when Tony stopped her, "Nuh-uh, sweetheart." He said, looking around, enthralled, "This is like...Barbie."
He pulled her forward, and she scoffed, "You want me to be like Barbie?" She demanded, and he shook his head as he continued to look around, mesmerized.
"No...they don't make sexy ninja Mossad assassin Barbies." She smirked as Abby suddenly jumped in front of them, holding up several pieces of clothing. She shook a hot pink shirt in front of Ziva's face.
"This would be so adorable on you!" Ziva grimaced and then became serious.
"No."
"Aw, come on, Ziva!" Abby whined, grinning as she swung it on the hangar.
"Abby...no."
Tony shrugged, "I like it." Abby squealed as Ziva stared with her mouth open at Tony as she scoffed.
"We're totally buying it!" Abby jumped up and down and then disappeared again.
"Tony!" Ziva nearly shouted, turning to her boyfriend. McGee stuck his head over the tops of the racks, wanting to hear their fight.
"What?" He laughed, shrugging, "I like it..." He repeated, and then leaned down and whispered into her ear, "On the floor next to our bed." She smiled and then pecked him on the lips as McGee growled, rolled his eyes, and then turned away.
Ziva noticed McGee's behavior as she looked over Tony's shoulder, and she excused herself as she went after the junior field agent, letting go of Tony. He didn't like that very much and went to follow her when she instructed Tony to stay back.
"McGee?" She questioned as she saw him quickly start to look busy, flipping through the clothes on the rack. They happened to be tank tops. Ziva laughed at the thought of McGee wearing a tank top, and then she realized that Tony must really be rubbing off onto her...in more than one way, "McGee, are you okay? You seem very..." She looked up and pushed her lips together, trying to think of the word, "Pansy today?"
McGee laughed as he glanced at her, "I think you mean 'antsy', Ziva." She shook her head and scoffed.
"Same difference. What is wrong?"
"Nothing." He finally decided after thinking for a couple of seconds. Ziva raised an eyebrow and McGee sighed, "Fine. It's just Tony."
"What about Tony?" She asked, "I can talk to him if you want." She suggested, and it was McGee's turn to scoff and roll his eyes.
"Yeah. I'm sure that's just what you'll do...talk."
"Tony did mention that you felt that it was some kind of 'crime' for us to have a relationship?" She questioned, and Tim just stared at her.
"Listen, Ziva, I just think that....nevermind." Ziva shook her head and then grabbed his arm as he started to walk away, stopping him in his tracks.
"No, Tim, you are telling me what is itching you so much." McGee opened his mouth to speak.
"Bugging, Ziva, the term is bugging." Tony said from behind, and Ziva whipped around to face him, turning sharply on her heel as she crossed her arms.
"How long have you been standing there listening, Tony?"
"Long enough to know that your English is really fading." Tony said, placing two hands on her hips and pulling her close to him as she carefully let her arms detangle themselves, "Maybe you need an American with perfect English to make everything better. You know....tutor you." He leaned close to her and grinned as McGee just rolled his eyes. Tony sent him a 'Hah' type of look before Tim walked away from the couple.
Ziva pushed him away, "Tony, I was trying to figure out what was wrong with McGee."
"Probably just having sex change issues." He laughed, and Ziva just stared at him, "Abby wants ya. Found this little dress that just barely covers your ass. I mean, I love it, but I don't think I'd want you to wear it out in public. Just around the house."
Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together as they started towards where Abby was, on the other side of the store, "Then why buy it if I am not going to wear it out in public?"
"For entertainment, for me." He grinned as they continued to walk.
Ziva shook her head, "Why can I not wear it out in public?"
"Well first, you'd look kinda easy. And then next...men'd be all over ya, Zi. And I don't want that."
"Yes," She smirked, nodding as they saw Abby on the other end of a rack of clothes, "And I do not want to spend yet another night in jail."
"Why'd you be in jail?" Tony demanded as they got closer to the goth.
She smiled up at him, "Murder." Tony gulped as Abby bombarded his girlfriend with clothes after clothes after clothes. Ziva sighed as she stared at the large stack she cradled in her arms. She looked at Tony and gave him a desperate look.
"Well just think. This is better than where McGee wanted to go."
"And where is that?" She groaned.
"Probably some comic geek convention." He smiled as Abby started sifting through more clothes.
"Ah! Ziva!" She exclaimed, pulling out a purple article of clothing, "This is so adorable!"
Tony groaned as he lifted four bags over each of his shoulders, all stuffed to the brim with clothes. McGee had the same hefty load, and both Abby and Ziva carried two bags each, resulting in a total of twenty-two bags full of clothes...all for Ziva. And they weren't even done with half of the shopping. "I never remembered why I hated shopping." Tony groaned as he adjusted one set of bags on his right shoulder, grunting as he did so, "Until now!" He breathed.
"I am sorry." Ziva apologized, and Tony looked at her.
"Not your fault." He breathed, because it was the truth. It wasn't. It was Abby's fault.
McGee, in front of them, rolled his eyes before Tony spotted a bench up ahead, "Bench!" He shouted, "Rest!" Tony ran towards it and plopped down, setting the bags onto the ground, leaning back as he regained his breath. The rest of the team sat down next to him, "I'm exhausted!" Tony said, and then leaned back in the bench even further. He closed his eyes for a second or two before opening them back up and spotting a store that he rather liked across the road. He suddenly stood up, "And suddenly I love shopping again." He grinned, his eyes darting between Ziva and the store. He licked his lips, and Ziva sent Abby a nervous look.
"Tony..." Ziva started, "What is..." He then pointed to the boutique across the street, "Lingerie?" She demanded, and Tony nodded eagerly.
"I'm not going in there." McGee said, putting his hands up, "That's where I cross the line."
"That's cause you're no fun, McPrude." he turned to Ziva, "Besides, he's probably never even seen lingerie before." He turned back to Tim, "This'll be a learning experience for ya, boy! You're finally gonna become a man." McGee rolled his eyes and Tony shook his head, his lip turning up slightly in disagreement, "Ah, never mind." He then picked up the bags, "Come on, let's go!" Ziva quickly followed him, and Abby quickly followed Ziva. Lagging behind was McGee, who seemed to be having slight disagreement with his load.
"Come on, Timmy!" Abby called as they all disappeared into the store. He tried his best to catch up. Abby had taken the reins for the past couple of stores that they had gone into, but Tony was determined to take the reins for this store. In fact, it was his 'speciality'. He immediately went to the skimpiest section that they had, and he rifled through the rows of lingerie like they were note cards, barely taking a time to look at them.
"Tony." Ziva firmly said, "I do not understand the point in buying lingerie if I am just going to take it off anyways."
He grinned and looked her up and down, "It's a guy thing. Eye candy before we get to eat." He winked at her and she furrowed her eyebrows together.
"Eye candy?" She asked, "Why would eyes need candy? They do not eat."
Tony stood to his full form and smiled at her, shaking her lightly, "Sometimes I want to kiss you."
She laughed, "Sometimes? How about all the time?" She demanded and he laughed.
"I'll take that offer." He smiled before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers in a short kiss. He went back to sorting through the lingerie when he gave a small whistle. He pulled out an incredibly short, red, silky yet still see-through lingerie with black straps and black lace around the top. Also attached to the waist was a black ribbon, whose strings were almost as long as the actual piece of lingerie itself. Tony smiled and licked his lips as he held it up against her, "We're getting this." He said, and Ziva frowned as she looked at the price tag. She dropped it.
"Tony!" She nearly shouted, "Do you know how much this costs?" She demanded, and he shook his head.
"I don't care. If it's on you...it's priceless."
She rolled her eyes, "It is nearly 75 dollars, Tony."
He just scoffed, "Whatever, Zi."
"No, Tony, it is not whatever! That is a lot of money to pay just to have you take it off and throw it on the floor."
Tony snapped his eyes to her and grinned, "I like that idea."
She rolled her eyes again, "Tony!"
"Listen, Ziva." He said, turning to her, "Do you know how much I would have paid McGee, Abby, and Gibbs to have gone out of the house for two hours yesterday just so that I could be alone with you?" He demanded.
"Having sex?" She questioned.
"Even if we were just alone. Do you know how much I'd have paid them?"
Ziva pondered for a moment before shaking her head negatively, "About five times that." He pointed to the lingerie, "Each." He added, and Ziva just sighed as she watched him go through the lingerie again. She still held the same red one in her hands. She looked down at it and then back up at him.
"Why are you doing this, Tony?" She quietly asked.
He growled and Ziva took the note that he wasn't going to answer her question. He sighed and stopped looking through the lingerie as he took in a deep breath, "Because I'm head over heels in love with you." he muttered before turning to look at her, to see her reaction, but, much to his dismay, she was already gone. After a couple of minutes, Tony walked over to where Ziva was chatting quietly with Abby, "Hey, couldn't find anything else." He reported, and she nodded, still holding the red lingerie piece in her hands. Tony let out a wolf whistle, "You're making me hungry, Ziva."
"Maybe we should go and eat then. It is close to lunch time anyways, yes?" She asked Abby, who just laughed. Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together.
"I'm not talking about being hungry for food." He smiled and she blushed slightly.
"Oh. Well I am going to go and pay for this now." She started towards the counter when Tony grabbed onto her, stopping her, "What?" She demanded as he pulled out his wallet and flipped her a credit card, "On me." He winked at her, and she just smiled as she started back towards the cashier. Tony stayed back with Abby and McGee, who sat kind of in the corner.
She placed the red lingerie onto the counter and a man appeared from the back, smiling at her. She just smiled back, assuming that he was being friendly. He then scanned her item and stopped, looking down at it and then back up at her. He smiled, "Hey." He said, and she looked up at him, not expression on her face, "How bout this?" He questioned, looking around and then leaning forward a little bit, "This'll be free if you just crawl over here, go into the back, and get that hot little body of yours in this before slowly taking it off for me? How's that sound?" Ziva just stood in utter shock before she was broken from it.
"WHAT?!" And suddenly Tony appeared behind her, his hands clenched into fists as he took another step towards him, "What did you say to her?" He demanded through gritted teeth, "Were you degrading her? Why I should just..." He lunged towards him, and Ziva caught the back of his shirt in her hands, carefully putting two hands on his shoulders to pull him back.
"I would love for you to kill him." Ziva murmured, "He is a slime ball, but, I do not think that you would like to go to jail for manslaughter." She said, and then leaned closer, whispering into his ear, "And you would not get your dessert." Tony relaxed a little but still kept his eyes murderous at the man behind the counter.
"She is smoking hot, dude, what is she, like your play thing?"
"Actually, I am his-" Ziva started, but Tony cut in.
"Fiancee." He finished for her, his eyes never leaving the man's, "Now I expect you to let us have this for free." He said, "Cause of your...you know what? Why don't I just cut to the chase?" He asked, and then reached into his pocket and flipped out his badge, flashing it to him. Ziva just stood in shock, "Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS. I could call you up on sexual harassment charges, haul your ass back to DC and sustain you for 48 hours without cause." Ziva just looked at Tony and the man behind the counter actually got nervous. He quickly shoved the lingerie into a bag and nearly chucked it at him as he put up his hands.
"Look, I'm sorry all right?" He said, and Tony nodded, smirking as he put his badge away. He then grabbed the bag and Ziva's hand before starting out of the store where Abby and McGee now stood.
"What was that all about?" Abby demanded.
"Ziva." Tony responded, "Guy hit on her. Majorly." Abby grinned as Tony growled, "I just wanted to take out my SIG and blast him."
"Well your Ziva's perfectly safe now." She pinched his cheek, and he just gave a small grin as Ziva looked down at the ground, "Come on, you made an excellent point earlier, Tony, we're hungry! Lunch?" Tony just nodded as they started down the street, McGee and Abby in front, the bags swung over their shoulders like heavy parcels. Ziva turned to Tony.
"Stop." She said, and he looked down at her.
"You want me to go in there and kick his ass for you?" He asked and Ziva shook her head and then nodded.
"Well yes, but I do not think that that would be best. I was actually going to talk to you about...what you said." She took a deep breath, "Why, Tony?" She questioned, "Why all that for...lingerie?" She demanded and Tony looked her straight in the eyes, McGee and Abby oblivious that the two weren't following and that they were very far ahead from where they stood in the middle of the sidewalk.
"No, Ziva." He quietly said, "I did all of that for you."
Tony and Ziva stood there staring at each other, until Abby yelled from a distance.
"Come on you two!" She said. Tony sighed and wanted to say something else.
"Ziva I..." He stopped. This isn't how he wanted to tell her. "I'll carry those bags for you." He said, using his only free finger to reach for hers.
"No, Tony. I got it." She said, a slight smile on her face. He nodded.
"Ok, then, we better go." He said and let her go ahead of him. She watched the ground as she walked. What was he about to say? She was brought out of her thoughts when she felt something grab onto her only free finger, her left pinky. It was Tony, using his pinky to grab hers. "I wanted to hold your hand." He grinned. Ziva chuckled and Tony turned when they reached the Cafe. Tony spotted Abby and McGee, who got a table on the deck, facing the ocean. "They had to pick a back table." He muttered. He tried to ignore the people that were staring at them, due to the multitude of bags they had.
"Did they rob a store?" Tony heard one man say, and he stopped abruptly, causing Ziva to run into him, the bags crushing.
"No, but we do have Abby Scuito. Thanks for asking." He said and then continued to the deck. They finally reached the table and each flopped down.
"Abby, did you have to pick this table?" Ziva asked.
"Yes. It was the one with the best view." She grinned, and Ziva looked at the ocean and smiled.
"You are right." She said.
"Can I get you something to drink?" The waitress with a name tag 'Cindy' asked them. Tony grinned.
"Hey, we're on vacation. And look," He stopped and looked around, "no Gibbs." He said proudly. "I'll have a mojito." Ziva laughed and looked at Cindy.
"That sounds good. Make that two."
"I'll have a Volcano." The waitress lost her fake smile and looked at Abby with panic.
"I'm not sure what that is, ma'am." Cindy replied.
"Oh it's simple. How about I go in with you and make it?" She said proudly. Cindy only swallowed.
"And you, sir?" She said, changing the subject.
"Water." McGee said plainly. Tony watched as Cindy and perky Abby walked into the restaurant, and then turned to McGee.
"Water?" He said sharply. McGee just looked at him. "We're in Panama City and all you order is water?"
"Problem with that, DiNozzo?" McGee snapped. Tony opened his mouth to speak again when he felt Ziva grip his thigh. He looked at her and she shook her head. Tony sighed and looked past McGee at the ocean. A few minutes later, Abby and Cindy returned. Cindy sat down Tony, Ziva and McGee's drinks. Abby sat down proudly, drinking her volcano through a straw, only stopping to take a breath.
"What is in that?" Tony asked.
"Well...it's..."
"Trust me, you don't want to know." Cindy interrupted. Tony nodded and took a sip of his drink. Cindy came back and took their lunch orders. As she left, Tony felt his cell phone buzz on his side. He took it out of it's clip and flipped it open, studying the number.
"I know this number." He mumbled.
"Who is it?" Ziva asked. Tony didn't answer her, he just flipped open the phone.
"Hi...is this...'The Big D', from OSU?" Tony gulped when she used his old college nickname.
"Yes, who in the hell is this?" He asked.
"Tony, you don't remember my voice? After all that time, all those nights?"
"No, who is this?" He repeated. "And how in the hell did you get my number?"
"I just got to thinking about you the other day and I had to find you. This is Christina Jones."
"Ok, look. I'm very happy now, ok? Please don't call again." He said and flipped his phone shut. He turned back to Abby, McGee and his girlfriend, who all had confused looks on their faces. He chuckled and took a sip of his drink. "Old flame. Took care of it though." Ziva nodded slightly but then narrowed her eyes as his cell phone buzzed again.
"Are you sure, Tony? She is calling you back."
"Yes, Ziva." He said. He opened the phone and pressed the power button, turning it off. "I'm sure." He said. He leaned over and kissed her. McGee scoffed and rolled his eyes, earning a glare from Tony. Ziva smiled slightly and took a sip of her drink. Their food was brought and they ate in silence, the tense visible in each of them. Tony was the first to finish, and he sat back in his chair, rubbing his stomach. "That was good." He said with a smile. Abby finished next, followed by Ziva.
"So we better go to the bathroom before shopping." Tony and McGee both groaned.
"Come on, Abby, more shopping?" McGee whined.
"Yes, Timmy. We're done with Ziva, now it's time for me." She said proudly.
"That means chains and heavy things, which means heavier bags." He groaned.
"Hey, you and Tony can do whatever you want. But Ziva is coming with me." She pointed to herself.
"Abby, I really have had enough shopping today. Besides, I would like to talk with Tony for awhile." Tony looked at Ziva and smiled. McGee scoffed.
"Talk. Righttt." He said.
"Well, you can talk when we get back." Abby said. "Now come on, lets go to the bathroom." She said. Ziva smiled at her and stood up, following Abby into the Cafe.
"Alright listen. I'm sick of your damn attitude. What in the hell is your problem, Probie?" McGee narrowed his eyes at the agent.
"You."