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Tony laughed sarcastically. "Me? I'm your problem?" McGee rolled his eyes.
"Yes. You and your new little girlfriend. That's my problem." Tony stood up and walked over to him, his fists curled up in a ball.
"Look, if you have feelings for Ziva, you better drop them. And now."
"Feelings for Ziva? What?"
"That's what you just said!"
"I do not, or have I ever had feelings for Ziva. She's like a sister to me, just like Kate was."
"Then what is bothering you?" Tony asked, his voice in its normal tone. McGee let out a sigh and then looked up at him.
"The team. What's going to happen if you and Ziva break up? The team is going to break up. On the field, it's not going to be the same. You'll be worried about Ziva, Ziva will be worried about you. The dynamic is, or will be, gone."
"You're worried about the team?" Tony repeated. McGee looked at him as if it was a stupid question.
"Yes." He said slowly.
"Alright, look, McWorry. Ziva and I are not going to break up."
"Tony, you change girlfriends like you change underwear." McGee snapped.
"I don't wear underwear."
"My point is..."
"I still don't believe that you don't have feelings for her." McGee scoffed and rolled his eyes. He stood up from his chair, so that he was eye level with Tony.
"Why do I even try?" He mumbled. He started to walk into the restaurant, when Tony gripped his arm.
"Ziva and I are not going anywhere." Tony said. McGee jerked his arm away from him.
"Whatever." He said, just as the girls returned. Ziva looked up at Tony and smiled. He wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a kiss.
"Okay more shopping!" Abby squealed. Tony let out a sigh and picked up the bags, each of his fingers in use.
"We should've driven." He mumbled. McGee walked out first, followed by Abby. Ziva was about to follow them when Tony called her name. He dropped the multitude of bags and pulled her to him.
"What is wrong?"
"Stay away from McGee, please." He said.
"What? Why?" Tony kissed her on the lips and then picked up the bags again, walking through the building. Ziva was overly confused as she followed Tony.
Tony, Ziva and McGee followed Abby as she happily went through each store searching through all the clothes. About the fourth store, she jumped excitedly at the selection of black clothes. She gathered several items in her arms and hurried off to the dressing room. Ziva looked around for McGee, and he was on the opposite side of the store, standing there with bags in his arms. She walked over to Tony who was looking through clothes.
"Why do you not want me around McGee?" She asked him quietly. Tony sighed and stopped sorting through the clothes. He looked into Ziva's dark brown eyes.
"I think he has a...thing for you." He finally said. Ziva tried to hold in her laughter, but couldn't. Tony crossed his arms. "What is so funny?" He asked.
"Tony, you are being ridiculous. Stop being so overprotective. I can take care of myself." Ziva defended. Tony scoffed and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"There is no such thing as overprotective when your girlfriend is a smoking hot assassin." Ziva laughed again and kissed him.
"Yes there is, Tony. You have proved that." She said. Abby came dancing out of the dressing room, plopping the items down on the counter. She held up one finger to the cashier.
"Hold those, please. I'm not done." She went back to the racks of clothes and continued to search through them, picking out about every other item, adding them to the ones already on her arm. Ziva and Tony were looking at clothes on the opposite side of the rack, and both slightly jumped when they heard Abby gasp. She ran over to Ziva with a shirt, on the hanger.
"I lied. You're trying this on." She said, practically pushing Ziva towards the back.
"Abby, I really..."
"Not an option. Now get in there." She said. Ziva sighed and opened the curtain door, closing it behind her. Abby went back to shopping and McGee was still in the front of the store, looking around with the many bags in his hands. Tony then turned to the dressing rooms. He smiled, realizing that Ziva was probably already naked in one of them. He slowly walked over to the curtain and slipped in.
"Get out of here now, or I will call my husband." Ziva said, and then quickly turned around, her SIG aimed right at his head. Tony simply smiled.
"You're catching on." He said quietly. Ziva put her gun away and put her hands on her hips.
"What are you doing in here, Tony?" She asked.
"Need help trying that on?" He asked.
"No."
"Well, then, I'm here to do..." He put his arms around her waist and placed a very gentle kiss on her lips. Ziva wrapped her long arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. She then quickly broke it, though her body was aching for more.
"Tony..." She breathed.
"Hmm?" He asked, his lips leaving a trail of fire on her neck.
"Stop it." She said, placing two hands on his chest and pushing him back.
"Why?" He pouted.
"You should know by now the consequences of having sex when there are other people...around." She whispered.
"You owe me so big, Ziva David." He said.
"I will pay my debt." She said. He reluctantly let go of her and stepped back.
"So do you want to try this on?" He held up the outfit and moved it back and fourth, making it wave on the hanger.
"I do not want to try anything else on."
"You know Abby will just come in here and make you try it on." Ziva sighed and snatched it off of the hanger. Tony put his hands on top of hers and took the shirt from her. Tony pulled her close again and slipped his hands under her dress, slowly dragging them up until it was over her head. He put the shirt over her head and she put her arms through. Before pulling it down, he put his hands on her breasts and she let out a moan, probably louder than she wanted it to be. Abby looked towards the dressing room and then to McGee.
"Where is Tony?" She asked. McGee simply shrugged. Abby looked back at the dressing room and then back to the clothes. "I know where he is." She mumbled.
Tony smiled and leaned into her, whispering into her ear.
"Shhhh." He then pulled her shirt down, slowly, sending chills up and down her entire body. He then put his large hands on her face and pulled her into a passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her as close to him as he could. They continued to kiss until Tony's phone began to vibrate in his pocket. Ziva broke the kiss and put her hand over his cell phone.
"Let me talk to her, Tony." She said. Tony kiss her on the lips again.
"I'll take care of it, Zi." He said. He stepped away from her and flipped open his phone.
"Tony can we ...just talk?" She said through the phone.
"Christina, no. I told you, I'm very happy. Do not call me again." He said and hung up the phone. Turning back to Ziva, he put his hands on her bare hips and pulled her close. "Now where were we?" He said seductively.
"Why won't you let me talk to her?"
"Because, Ziva. I handled it. She won't call again." Ziva had no choice but to smile as Tony's lips crashed onto hers. They continued to kiss and Ziva slipped her own hands under Tony's shirt, letting her fingers run through his chest hair and over his strong muscles.
"Hey Tony, how does that outfit look on Ziva?" Abby asked. He abruptly stopped kissing her and pulling on clothes. She quickly slipped on the skirt that matched the shirt. She pulled on Tony's shirt and spoke softly in his ear.
"Tonight."
She stepped out and held her arms out for Abby. "You are so buying that."
"No. I do not want anymore."
"Doesn't matter. You are so buying that." She repeated.
"I love it." Tony said.
"I bet you do." Abby giggled. Ziva scoffed and pushed Tony out of her way, so that she could change into her regular clothes. Tony frowned and walked with Abby back to the racks of clothes. "So did you two have fun in there?" Tony looked at her with wide eyes.
"What are you talking about?"
"The sex. In the dressing room."
"We didn't have sex." Tony replied.
"Come on Tony. Everybody has sex in a dressing room at least once in their lifetime." Abby said. Tony was about to reply when Ziva joined them.
"Can we go now?" She sighed and Tony looked down at her, smiling and wrapping his arm around her waist.
"Zi's tired, Abs, let's go back."
"I am not tired." She defended, "I am just...shopped out."
"You're not the only one." Tony muttered, getting a glare from Abby, "And besides, Abs, if we don't get back, we're gonna run out of fingers for bags."
Abby sighed, almost defeated, "I suppose you're right." Both Tony and Ziva had to mask their smiles as Abby slumped her shoulders, starting back towards the cashier, "We'll go after I pay for this."
Once she was gone from sight, Ziva let out a sigh of relief and then jumped into Tony's arms, pulling his head down into a passionate kiss before letting go and leaning her forehead against his, "Thank you." She murmured, her eyes closed as she let go of him, Tony's hand immediately grabbing hers, their fingers intertwining together. The two started towards McGee, who was standing next to the front door to the store, the millions of bags around him in a sort of prison.
"We're going. Get moving." Tony snapped at him, and McGee sighed as he looked at Ziva. Ziva smiled and Tony glared at him more, "Stop staring and start picking 'em up!"
Ziva let go of Tony and bent down to help McGee pick them up, "I will help you, Tim." She quietly said as she picked up at least eight bags. McGee had ten. Abby came back with only one bag this time, and both she and Tony took the rest.
They started down the boardwalk again, passing by many shops along the way. They passed a jewelry store, which Abby wanted to go into, and they all protested, so they had to settle for window shopping. Abby stopped and stared in awe at the beautiful jewelry, and Tony briefly thought about how Ziva would look in any of the magnificent pieces. However, something caught his eye; a solid gold heart that was opened up to reveal that it was, in fact, a locket. He looked at Ziva, and then looked back at it, imagining her wearing it next to her Star of David. He continued to stare at the necklace before he heard Abby call his name. He snapped his head to the left and realized that they were already down the street. Tony ran to catch up, the bags making noises as they hit each other and his own body.
As they walked in silence, all he could think of was that gold necklace and how much he badly wanted Ziva to wear it. Finally, he made up his decision, "Uh...hey you guys?" Tony questioned, and they all stopped to turn and look at him, "I'm gonna...go..." He stuttered, "somewhere..." He finally decided, and Abby, McGee, and Ziva all raised an eyebrow, "So I'll catch you back at the house, okay?" Abby and McGee just nodded, but Ziva just stared at him as the other two started away.
She raised an eyebrow and Tony sighed, "Look, Zi, I'll only be gone for a moment." She just stared at him some more, and he slowly bent down and placed a kiss on her cheek, "I'll be back." He whispered, "Trust me....remember? Dessert." He murmured, hoping to get a smile, but not even the ghost of one crossed her lips. Tony sighed and then quickly started back down the street. Ziva stared after him, shaking her head before slowly starting back to catch up with Abby and McGee.
"You okay, Ziva?" Abby questioned, concern definite in her voice.
Ziva just slowly nodded, "I am fine, Abby."
It was her turn to raise an eyebrow, "No you're not."
"Drop it, Abby." She muttered.
"Tell me what's wrong, Ziva, please!"
"Drop it, Abby." She muttered again, getting annoyed.
"Ziva," She sighed, "Please just tell me what's-"
"I said drop it, Abby!" She shouted before storming off into a huff, creating a large space between them. McGee and Abby just shared painful looks with each other before Abby went to catch up with Ziva. McGee looked over his shoulder as he walked, but could no longer see Tony. He just glared in the direction he left, wondering if they were already done.
Gibbs' jaw literally dropped to the ground as Abby, McGee, and Ziva all struggled to enter the house, for the bags kept getting in the way, "What the hell is all this?" Gibbs demanded, gesturing to the bags.
"Clothes!" Abby exclaimed.
"Whatdya do?" He demanded, "Buy the entire store?"
"Almost." McGee panted out as they started up another set of steps. McGee groaned as he followed Abby and Ziva up the stairs, dropping all of the bags into their room, "How you are going to get this on the airplane, I don't understand." McGee sighed before retiring to his own room to cool off. Abby flopped down onto the bed, closing her eyes as she sighed.
"Today was a great day." She said contently, "Wasn't it?" Ziva just stared at the mirror, her eyes transfixed on it.
"Yes." She murmured, in a trance, "It was." Abby furrowed her eyebrows together and sat up on her elbows, watching as she stared at the same fixated point for a couple of more seconds before breaking it and grabbing her purse off of the vanity chair, pulling out her cell phone. She checked for any new messages or missed calls and got nothing in return. She groaned softly before she pulled out a pair of athletic shorts and Tony's t-shirt. She changed quickly, pulled her hair back into a bun, grabbed her cell phone, which she checked for new messages again, and her book before starting out of the room, not making a sound.
She walked down the stairs, softly, her padded feet making no sound as she did so. As she entered the living room, she realized it was empty, gave a sigh of relief, and sat down on the far end of the couch, pulling her legs up to her chest as she opened up her book. Eventually, she was going to be done, especially since she only had one chapter left. However, as much as she wanted to read it, she couldn't. Her mind kept going back to Tony. Her eyes stayed fixed on the spot right above her book, giving the illusion that she was reading as she pondered the situation she was in. Tony had made it very clear that he had feelings for her, even if they were just by using his hands, but she wanted it to be more than that. When he asked her to move in with him, she believed that he was just trying to get her into bed with him. But when she heard the fact that he wanted her to become the only Mrs. DiNozzo, she become completely scared. And the fact that she was scared scared her. She would never admit it to him, especially to him, but she was incredibly nervous. They had only been together for a couple of days, and he was already asking her to move in with him. Granted, the last couple of days had been complete bliss, but still. What if this didn't turn out the way that either of them wanted? What if the store clerk in the lingerie store was right? What if she was only a 'play thing'? She brought her legs closer to her. No, that couldn't...wouldn't...be it.
And then there was the fact that suddenly, his ex-girlfriend was calling him again. She wasn't one to get jealous, well, not this jealous, but she definitely felt the vibes. But, the fact that Tony refused to let her talk to her was what got her even more nervous. Tony wasn't...seeing someone behind her back, was he? No, he couldn't be. At least, she didn't think that he was that stupid as to cheat on a Mossad Assassin. But why was she suddenly calling him? And why wouldn't he let her answer his phone and talk to her? And why did he just suddenly run off and leave her...leave them in the boardwalk?
Her intense thinking was cut off by a sound outside, and she quickly stood up, racing towards the window as she pushed the curtain aside, staring down the street. She sighed, realizing that it wasn't Tony coming back, as she thought.
She closed the curtain and looked down. What could he possibly be doing? After standing there for a couple more seconds, she returned back to the couch, picking up her book, placing it in her lap, and then picking up her cell phone. She stared at it for several seconds before flipping it open and scrolling through her contacts, opening it up to Tony. She hesistated, with her finger over the 'send' button. "Ziver?" She heard, his voice soft and caring. She turned around quickly and came face to face with Gibbs, who stood on the other side of the couch.
"Gibbs." She nodded as turned back around, staring back at her cell phone, pondering whether or not to call him. Gibbs smirked slightly, sighed, and then walked around, sitting down next to her. He placed his hands on top of hers, gently, and tugged at the phone before she let him close it in her hands, with a sigh. He placed it on the table and put his hands between his parted legs, clasping his hands together as he turned to look at her.
"So." He started, "What's on your mind?"
She shook her head, "Nothing."
"Then you mind explaining to me where DiNozzo is?"
Ziva sighed, turning away, "I...I do not know, Gibbs." She admitted, "Why do you ask?"
"You seem to want to know."
"I..."
"You were just trying to call him." He reiterated, and she sighed.
"Why do you even care where he is?"
"Why do you?" He fired back.
"Because he and I are...together." She fumbled with the word. It truly felt awkward to say in front of Gibbs.
"I know that." He quietly said, his mind thinking back to him watching them on the beach.
"So why is it strange that Tony did not come home with us? He has done similar things like this with us. Need I remind you of Jeanne Benoit?"
"Well it's just...he's not here, and the past couple of days, he hasn't been able to keep his hands off of you. Coming home without him was..." He let his sentence dangle in the air between them, "...different." He finally chose his word.
Ziva shook her head, "I do not know where he went. All he told me was that he needed to go somewhere, and that was about an hour ago. He has yet to return, obviously." She looked down at her lap, very uncharacteristcally.
There was a short silence between the two before Gibbs spoke up, "What's wrong, Ziva?"
"Nothing." Her answer was short, fast, to the point, and Gibbs knew she was lying.
"Something happen with DiNozzo?"
"No." She looked him dead in the eyes.
Gibbs smirked, "Well you proved that you can lie. Now tell me the truth, Ziver."
"I..." She paused, sighing, "I do not know why I am so upset about it, but..." She looked at Gibbs, and he just stared at her, waiting for her to continue, "One of Tony's ex-girlfriends called him at least twice today. He picked up each time, and refused to let me speak to her. Now I know that it is silly to worry over it, but I just am feeling that he might not be...entirely..." She sighed again, taking a deep breath as she looked back at Gibbs, "Faithful. To me, that is."
Gibbs stared at her, trying to process the information. Ziva wrung her hands together and occassionally played with her necklace before dropping her hands back to her lap, "Tony wouldn't do anything to hurt you, Ziva." He said, quietly, and she turned to look at him, biting back the sob that was trying to escape her. She blinked her eyes more rapidly, and Gibbs placed a tenative hand on her thigh, leaning towards her, "Cause if he did, I'd kick his ass." Ziva smiled just slightly and nodded.
"Thank you, Gibbs."
"Look, DiNozzo can sometimes be a jack-ass. Though I hope you're right."
She furrowed her eyebrows together, "About what?"
"Tony. Changing. One day, he's going to wake up and realize that he's not the same jock fresh outta college, and that not every woman is going to throw themselves at him anymore. He's gonna realize that he's gotta settle down before he gets too old. Let's just pray that's soon." Ziva just stared at Gibbs, blinking. That was a lot, both literally and figuratively, coming from Gibbs. He then got up, handing her back her book before starting out of the living room, leaving her to sit there, staring at the spot he just vacated. Ziva took in Gibbs' words, and then turned her head towards the window, standing up and quietly moving across the floor, peeking beneath it just a bit, staring onto the empty street.
No Tony.
She sighed and closed the curtain before returning back to the couch, sitting down as she opened up her book. However, her heart was thumping too hard and the fact that Tony's ex-girlfriend kept calling him, the fact that he wasn't there, and the fact that she was going to be moving in with him in just a matter of days forced her to become way too nervous to concentrate.
She sighed deeply, once again, and then folded the corner of the page in her book, opening it back up and folding it again. She reached over and checked her phone one more time. Maybe sex was just what she needed to calm her nerves. That is, if Tony returned.
Around two hours later, Tony finally made his return, sighing as he entered the house, dumping the bags down onto the ground, "Jeez, those things just seemed to be getting heavier and heavier."
So did my heart. Ziva angrily thought as she entered the kitchen, arms crossed, "Where have you been?" She demanded, and Tony ran a hand through his hair, walking towards her and wrapping his arms around her waist. She shrugged him off, "Calling your ex-girlfriend?" She asked, and Tony groaned.
"Ziva, I don't love her."
"How am I supposed to believe that?" He just pressed his lips up against hers, and she pushed him away, again, placing two hands on his chest.
"Ziva, just trust me. Christina and I..." He sighed, running another hand through his hair. He turned and looked out the window before finally deciding. He grabbed her arm, "Come on. Let's go." He said.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
"Outside. We need to talk alone. In private. Where people can't listen in." He responded, taking her hand in his, their fingers automatically intertwining together. Ziva wanted to let go, for she was incredibly upset that Tony may have unearthed these feelings that he had for Christina, but there was part of her that didn't want it to be true.
Once they were outside, walking on the soft white sand, the dark clouds looming over them, signaling that a storm was coming, Ziva turned to him, "Okay. We are outside. Talk."
"What do you wanna know?"
"Everything. About Christina."
Tony sighed, "Okay." he agreed, nodding, "She and I dated for about a year and a half in college. I mean, we fooled around with other people, but we always forgave each other..."
"Stop." Ziva said, and he not only stopped talking, but stopped walking as well, "Are you expecting me to be like this? Like Christina? One of those people that you date for a while but you mess around with others as well?"
"No." Tony growled, tightening his grip on her hand, "I was different then."
She shrugged, "Ah, you could have fooled me."
Tony ignored her and started walking again, leaving Ziva no choice but to follow him, "We dated sophomore year and half of junior year, but I mean, come on, I was at OSU, which means like what? Hundreds of women to be with. But we did...she was actually my first...serious...relationship." He admitted, and Ziva just stared down at her feet as they continued to walk, "She would sneak into my dorm and then my apartment at nights and sleep with me; bugged the crap out of my roommate cause I wouldn't let him join in." He chuckled at the memory.
"Was she pretty?" Ziva finally asked.
"Gorgeous." He said, stopping as he stared out over the ocean, "Gorgeous." he repeated, almost as if he was reminiscing in a memory that he wanted to be real, and Ziva just stared at him, her heart nearly breaking.
"Is she going to meet you when we get back home?"
Tony shook his head, "No."
She had to hide the smile on her face, so she bit the inside of her mouth.
"Tell me more." She said, even though deep inside she secretly didn't want to know. But then again, it could strengthen their already strong relationship.
He continued, "She was gorgeous...smart....funny, wanted to be an English teacher for a High School." He laughed, "Big party person. Though, after we broke up...." Tony took in a deep breath, "She slept around too much. After she finished sleeping with the rest of the fraternity, I hadn't seen her since."
"What happened?" She carefully asked, making sure that her voice didn't break.
"What do you mean?"
"If she was so perfect, why did you break up? Why am I standing here next to you, holding your hand instead of her?"
He looked down at her, "She was drinker. She thought we were getting married and spending the rest of our lives together." He looked down at his feet and sighed, "That's when I broke up with her." He looked back up, staring forward, not at Ziva as he shifted his hand in hers, "I think I may be the reason for her...pain." He chose the word carefully, "I never thought of it that way before." He quietly said, as if he was talking to himself, and finally seeing clearly for the first time. He then snapped out of it and squeezed Ziva's hand, looking up at her, "But I didn't want to get married to her. Not just 'cause I was in college. But because I knew she wasn't the right one."
"How did you know?" She carefully asked, and Tony smiled at her, turning towards her, taking her other hand in his as well so that he was grasping both of her hands.
"Cause I didn't feel the same way that I do now. With you." She couldn't help but smile.
"Tony..." She breathed as he pressed his lips against hers, pulling her closer to him as he pulled at her lips in a tender, romantic kiss.
Inside the house, Gibbs stood in front of the window of the kitchen that gave a view of the beach. He watched his two agents as they kissed and he sighed. Obviously she wasn't upset anymore, "Gibbs?" He turned slightly to see Abby standing there, hugging Bert to her.
"Abs?" He questioned, "You okay?"
She nodded and walked towards him, till she was standing next to the silver haired man, "Are you okay?"
He just nodded, slowly, as his eyes were still fixed on the two. Abby looked out the window and smiled down at Tony and Ziva, who finally broke their kiss and were now walking the length of the beach, the water laping at their ankles as he kicked some of the water up, spraying her. She laughed and Abby watched as Gibbs slightly smiled, his eyes watering. Abby gasped and couldn't help it leave her lips, "Are you crying?" She demanded, suddenly, and he blinked a couple of times before turning towards her.
"No." He said, simply, looking at them again.
Abby decided to drop it, not wanting to bring up any kinds of old feelings that he may be feeling when looking at the couple, "You know, Ziva seemed upset with Tony before." Abby commented, and Gibbs nodded again.
"Yeah." He admitted, "DiNozzo's 'charm' really works." He joked, but it came out more as a scoff.
Abby smiled with closed lips and shook her head, "No. It's not the DiNozzo charm." Gibbs just stared at her, "It's love." She smiled as she watched them start back towards the house, smiles plastered so largely on their faces that neither Abby nor Gibbs thought that they would ever come off.
Gibbs and Abby parted their separate ways as Tony and Ziva entered the house, Tony pressing his lips up against hers before he led her into the living room and sat down on the couch, letting out a groan as they both sank into the cold cushions. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. He let his head fall back on the couch.
"I'm beat." He mumbled. Ziva laughed and put her arm around his chest.
"That's too bad." She commented. Tony sat up quickly and looked at her.
"I'm not that tired." He replied. She giggled and he let his head fall back again. Ziva reached further and grabbed the TV remote, switching it on. She flipped through the channels.
"What do you want to watch, Tony?" She asked. When he didn't answer, she looked up at him and smiled. Maybe he was that tired. She turned her attention back to the television. She started to doze off herself. They both slept peacefully until the junior agent walked in and took their dinner orders. McGee nodded and left the room and Tony pulled Ziva closer to him and whispered in her ear.
"I'm ready for dessert." He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss.
"As am I." She replied. Tony grinned and kissed her again, but jumped up from her when Gibbs spoke.
"Saw that, DiNozzo." He said.
"Sorry boss." Tony said.
"I expect everyone packed and ready to go at 0500 in the morning." Gibbs announced.
"Zero five hundred?" Tony asked.
"That's what I said, DiNozzo." He said.
"That's a little early, don't you think?"
"No, I do not." Gibbs said. Tony took his seat again on the couch, and the place was dead silent until McGee returned. Ziva and Abby were the first ones at the table, followed by Gibbs, and then Tony. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He looked up at Ziva, who was separating food, so he quickly opened his phone and looked at it. He closed it quietly so that it would continue to go unnoticed by Ziva.
He had five missed calls, but didn't even bother to look at the call log, he already knew who was calling him. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He told her to stop calling him.
"Tony? You okay?" Abby asked from her seat next to him.
Tony snapped out of his trance, "Yeah, I'm fine Abs." He said. Abby smiled and took another bite. Ziva looked over at him and he simply smiled. She knew something was bothering him. He only went back to his meal, slowly chewing. Ziva stetched her leg out and wrapped her foot around Tony's ankle. He looked up at her and smiled. He returned the gesture. Gibbs stopped eating and slowly turned towards Tony.
"Is there a reason you're playing footsy with me, DiNozzo?" Tony's eyes grew wide and Ziva had to hold in her laugh. Abby didn't. McGee only rolled his eyes.
"Sorry boss." He mumbled. Gibbs only continued to stare. "This one's on me." He said and slapped himself on the back of the head. Gibbs, of course, was the first to finish his meal. He threw away the trash and walked back to the table.
"Go to bed. Early day tomorrow." He said, and with that, he went up the stairs. Tony let out a sigh and reached for Ziva's hand across the table. He rubbed her knuckles with his thumb.
"I can't believe this vacation is almost over." He said. Both Ziva and Abby smiled, but McGee responded by pushing his food away.
"I'm not hungry anymore." Tony turned and glared at him. "Knock it off, DiNozzo."
"No, you knock it off. Quit having feelings for my girlfriend." Abby and Ziva just looked at each other.
"I don't!" McGee yelled. He stood up from the table and went up the stairs. Abby only looked at Tony. She too got up and went up the stairs, into McGee's room.
"Tony. Why do you think Tim has feelings for me?" Ziva asked.
"Because he's a pathetic probie who can't get his own women." Tony snapped. Ziva laughed.
"Tony, McGee is your partner."
"No he's not. You are my partner."
"We are all a team. You need to go and apologize." Tony laughed.
"No I don't." Ziva stood up, walked around the table and leaned down to him.
"No sex until you and Tim are friends again." She said. She kissed him on the cheek and walked up the stairs into her room. Tony let out a sigh.
Damn her.
Now he had to go apologize. He'd been waiting for Ziva for too long. And he wanted his dessert. He finally reached his old room and was about to open the door when Abby did for him. She closed it behind her. "Ziva's making me apologize." Tony said.
"Good. You need to." Abby said. Tony opened the door again. He closed it, but didn't walk anymore. He stuck his hands in his pockets. He let out a sigh.
"Look. I'm sorry. So we're done?" Tony turned and put his hand on the knob.
"Whatever." He mumbled. Tony sighed.
"Alright, look. I know you don't have feelings for Ziva." He then mumbled under his breath, "She's way out of your leauge." He then walked slightly closer to McGee's bed, "You're concerned for the team. And I was being..."
"A dick?" McGee finished.
"I was going to say overprotective." Tony outstretched his hand and McGee quickly shook it. Nothing else was said as Tony turned and walked towards the door. He walked across the hall and into the girls room. "You owe me bigtime." He said. Ziva smiled. She was laying on the bed, her head propped up with her arm, reading her book.
"Thank you." She said, she returned to her book and Tony groaned.
"When are you going to finish?"
"I am on the last chapter." She replied.
"Good." Tony said. He did a superman into the middle of the bed and propped his head onto his arm, leaning over Ziva. He took his free hand and slowly dragged it up her arm. "You done yet?" He asked.
"No." Ziva replied.
"What about now?"
"No." Ziva said again. He looked over at Abby, who was reading a magazine, and then turned back to Ziva. He moved the sleeve of his shirt and kissed the top of her shoulder.
"Now?" Ziva turned her head and looked up at him. He grinned and gave her a kiss.
"I will kill you if you do not shut up." She said, and returned to reading. He saw one of her curls hanging and stuck his finger through it and played with it, eventually running his fingers through all of her hair. In his boredness, he began to hum, and when he got to the chorus, he sang. Abby put down her magazine and looked at him.
"Do you know anything else, Tony?" He smiled.
"No, why do you ask?"
"Frank Sinatra is all you ever sing!"
"I mean come on, it's old blue eyes!" Abby laughed and returned to her magazine. Tony returned to playing with Ziva's hair and singing the song. He stopped when he heard her book close. "You're done?!" He said happily.
"Yes..." She said. He pulled her close and began kissing her, when Abby spoke.
"Nope. Now it's bedtime." She said. "Remember we have to be ready to go at 5 in the morning.
"But it's only...2200!" Tony whined. Ziva kissed him on the lips and sank down into her pillow. Tony groaned, "Fine." He said and pulled Ziva close. He whispered into her ear, very quietly, "Dessert?" She turned over, so that she was facing him and gave him a kiss. He pulled her even closer and nuzzled into her neck. Their legs were tangled up and they were so close that they could hear each other's heart beat. The thunder rumbled outside, causing Ziva to pull on him even more. "Ziva..." He whispered. She looked up at him and he swallowed. "I..." He stopped again. "I want us to be alone." He whispered. Ziva nodded. They untangled their legs and slipped out of the bed, quickly moving towards the door. To their relief, they heard a slight snore from Abby.
Rain now poured outside, and as soon as they were down the stairs, Tony's lips were on hers, pushing her against the wall. Tony broke the kiss, both of them breathing hard. He leaned his forehead against hers. Tony ran his hands down her arms and intertwined his fingers with hers, kissing her again. Ziva broke it, and spoke softly.
"I need you now, Tony." She said quietly. Tony only nodded and opened the front door, the storm now directly over the house. Tony picked her up bridal style and carried over her and closed the door behind him. He put his lips back on hers and slipped his hands under her wet shirt, only breaking the kiss to get it over her head. Ziva did the same, and then run her fingers over his wet torso.
Tony trailed kisses down her neck and worked on her bra, when he finally got it loose, he brought his hands up and massaged them, causing a moan to escape Ziva's lips. She started to work on his belt, since he never changed from his jeans he had on. She finally got it loose, and at this point his mouth was on hers again. He slipped her shorts down with her panties, leaving her completely naked. Ziva finally got his jeans and boxers down, and he kicked them off the rest of the way. He broke the kiss and Ziva moaned again, he was torturing her.
"Tony..." She warned. He grinned and put his lips on hers again as he entered her.
"Ziva, do you know what you do to me?" He said, his pace now increasing. The loud rumbles of thunder blocked Ziva's screams throughout the night and they finally collapsed in each others arms. Both breathing hard, Tony flipped them over so that Ziva was on top of him. She nuzzled into his neck. "Finally." Tony mumbled. Ziva chuckled.
"What?" She asked.
"We were left alone." She leaned up and kissed him.
"Yes." She said. She started to get off of him when he stopped her. "We need to go back in, Tony."
"In a minute. Let's just...rest." He said. Ziva had no choice but agree, she was tired anyway. Soon they were both fast asleep, the storm raging outside.