Chapter 8 – Pulling Your Arm

The whole team (including Abby and the Director), stood in the bullpen chatting and catching up. Jenny checked her watch, surprised to see how late it was.

"I have some paper work to finish up. Special Agent Gibbs, a word." She walked out of the bullpen, closely followed by Gibbs.

Ziva was staring at Tony. She wanted to hug him, kiss him, make love to him, but another part of her wanted to be angry with him, yell at him, hit him. She was confused, her mind sending mixed messages through her body.

Abby seemed to sense this tension, because she turned to McGee and said; "I'm gonna throw out my count down, come on McGee!" And dragging McGee by the wrist ran off to the elevator.

Ziva looked at her feet.

She was both happy and angry with Abby now.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to be alone with Tony or not.

Warm breath swept through her hair, making Ziva look up; Tony stood inches from her.

He put a hand on her face, cupping her cheek. "Ziva." He whispered.

"Don't Tony." Ziva was struggling to keep her tears bottled up. She tried to move away.

"Ziva? What's wrong?"

"Don't pretend you don't know." She walked out of his grasp and headed towards the elevator.

Tony reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. "Ziva."

"You could have called! You could've replied to my emails! You could've done anything to let me know you still care!"

"Ziva, what are you talking about!"

Tears poured down her face as she glared at Tony.

"I'm going Tony."

"Ziva, I wrote a letter to you every week!"

"Do not lie to me, Tony!"

"I'm telling the truth! I wrote every week!"

Ziva was silent for a second before cursing in Hebrew and rushing to the phone.

She dialled, and almost straight away started to yell in Hebrew.

"Have you been stoping my mail, Papa?!"

"It's for your own good, Ziva. You do not have my blessing to see that man."

"We do not need your blessing! How many of my letters did you take?"

"Ziv-"

"How many?!"

Eli sighed then took a deep breath.

"Father tell me how many!"

"I refuse to let you waste your life, seeing this DiMozzo-"

"DiNozzo! His name is Anthony DiNozzo. And you have no right telling me I can't see him-"

"I am your father! And you Ziva, you are Jewish! You are to marry a Jewish man! You are to have Jewish children!"

"You can not order my heart around! I love Tony, and no Jewish man you pick for me will be good enough! I will marry who I want to marry, and who I want to marry is Tony!"

"You will marry who I tell you to mar-" Ziva slammed the phone down then grabbed her back pack. She took Tony's hand in hers and pulled him to the elevator. Once there she made sure the doors were closed before dropping her back pack, flicking the emergency stop, and taking Tony in a deep passionate kiss.

Tony moaned but pulled away. "Ziva, what the hell-"

"My father kept my mail from me Tony." Ziva interrupted, through their kisses, "Now shut up and make love to me."

That was all Tony needed. He grabbed her hips and lifted her up against the side of the elevator; Ziva wrapped her legs around his waist.

Tony kissed Ziva tenderly, slowly, causing her to growl.

"To hell with making love," She groaned before whispering, "fuck me."

Tony smiled. He place Ziva on her feet then pinned her in the corner of the elevator. He then bent down onto his knees and removed her pants and (surprisingly small) underwear.

Ziva grabbed handfuls of his shirt and pulled him up, "Now."

He was free within seconds, holding Ziva up as she wrapped her legs around his waist once more. They found rhythm, Tony still pinning her in the corner.

Ziva screamed her approval as Tony kissed and nibbled his neck.

Fifteen minutes later Tony and Ziva both reached their climax, Ziva collapsing into Tony's arms, panting.

They redressed and kissed tenderly.

"My place?" Whispered Ziva, Tony just nodded.

The car ride to Ziva's apartment block was fast. The two ran up the stairs, both to impatient for the elevator. When they got to Ziva's door she searched her pockets for her key.

It wasn't there.

Ziva cursed.

"Are you coming?" Asked Tony.

Ziva looked up to see Tony standing on the hallway of her apartment, a single key hanging from his finger.

Jenny and Gibbs walked out of her office straightening their clothes when Jenny noticed a vase of flowers on Cynthia's desk.

She walked to them to read the name on the card.

Jennifer Shepard

"Did you do this Jethro?" She asked, as she smelt the violets.

"You know I don't do flowers Jen."

Jenny opened the card,

You have two weeks, until your agent is erased forever

"These weren't here when we came in, were they?" Asked Jenny, nervously.

"I don't think so."

"That can't be good."

The next morning Tony woke to find Ziva walking into the room, wearing only his shirt and carrying a tray of breakfast.

"Good morning, sweet cheeks."

Tony raised his eyebrows at her, "Good morning, my little Mossad Flower."

"I made you breakfast in bed." Smiled Ziva as she put the tray down on the bedside table.

"You're full of surprises." Grinned Tony as he stroked her thigh in thanks.

"Is that good?" Asked Ziva through a forkful of French toast.

"Sometimes…"

Ziva shrugged her shoulders, "But you still love me."

"Yeah." Whispered Tony, "Yeah, I do love you."

Ziva dropped the fork with a clatter, but Ziva beat it to the floor.

"Ziva!" Tony jumped up and knelt down next to her, slapping her hand lightly.

Ziva smiled, her eyes opening. "I can not wait to tell Abby."

Tony paled, causing Ziva to chuckle.

"Relax Tony. I am pulling your arm."

"Leg."

"Shut up." She murmured, glaring at him.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Tony."

That day Tony and Ziva arrived late to work.

They walked into the bullpen to find Gibbs drinking coffee at his desk, the Director standing directly in front of the plasma, and McGee holding the remote, fast forwarding what looked like a surveillance tape.

"There, stop it there." Jenny told McGee. He did. "Ok now play at normal speed."

The recording showed what looked like a small room, well light room. A faint ding could be heard and two people rushed in, a man and a woman. The woman threw a backpack to the floor, pressed something on the wall that could be seen, then took the man in a passionate kiss.

The man moaned but pulled away. "Ziva, what the hell-"

"My father kept my mail from me Tony." The woman interrupted through their kisses, "Now shut up and make love to me."

Five mouths dropped.