Undercovers
Chapter 4
Ziva lay against Tony now. They both were breathing evenly again so Tony pressed his luck with Ziva.
"Sweet cheeks?" He said.
"Hmm?" She grumbled.
"You know what I could really use?" He asked.
"Some deodorant." Ziva speckled.
"I was thinking more along the lines of a back massage." He mused.
Ziva laid there for a minute, deeply considering it.
"Good idea… Why don't you roll over like a good boy?" She said to him. Tony respectively rolled over as Ziva crawled on top of him and started massaging his back, rolling over his slightly buffed and calloused muscles.
"Oooh. Wow. Ahhh. And to think my mother thought I was too good for you." He moaned.
Ziva bit her lip and pinched his nerve on his trigger point. Tony let out a whimper under his breathe. A knock came at the door and Ziva quickly got up while Tony ran to get his bathrobe.
"Room service." McGee's voice called out to them.
Ziva unlocked the door as McGee entered the room.
"Compliments of the Hotel Management." McGee said in an orderly tone. "Gibbs wants me to sweep the room for bugs." McGee murmurs to Tony while handing him a small case which Tony opens and pops the content into his ear. "He also wants to talk to you." McGee adds. He walks over and places a bouquet of flowers on the table. He turns the bouquet to reveal a camera lens in the largest sunflower.
"Garcon, can you get us some extra bath towels?" Ziva asks
"Of course." McGee replies. McGee takes out a mechanically device and starts a sweep of the room commenting briefly; "Just checking to make sure everything's in order."
McGee looks at the bed and glares at Tony and Ziva while raising his eyebrows.
"Would you like me to have the maid make up your bed for you?" He asks.
"Oh, that won't be necessary." Tony says, eyeing Ziva.
"Oh! And check the mini-bar, I'd like it to be stoked with Red Bull" Ziva says.
"Red Bull? That'll keep you up all night ma'am." McGee says.
"Exactly." Ziva adds, eyeing Tony.
Suddenly McGee's detector lights up as he passes over a notebook. He places a finger on his lips and retrieves a fancy rounded topped tray from the cart he wheeled in moments ago.
"Please accept this assortment of cheeses, compliments of the Hotel." He says and slams the round tray top onto the notebook.
Tony retrieves a bottle of champagne from the cart and McGee leans over his shoulder and whispers; "If you whisper it should be okay."
Suddenly, over the microphone in Tony's ear comes the familiar voice of Gibbs.
"Comfortable DiNozzo?" Gibbs asks.
"Well, yeah. Working on it. Why do ya ask?" Tony replies.
"We're looking at you, Agent DiNozzo." Comes Director Jenny's voice. "ALL of you."
Suddenly the champagne cork pops off with a burst. Then Tony tucks in his bathrobe.
"Ahh, sorry… about that." He says.
"DiNozzo, the hell are you doing? You're married assassins,
You're not visiting the PlayBoy Mansion!" Gibbs says.
"Kinda Ziva's idea, boss." Tony covers.
Just then the phone rings.
