Full on Tiva so if you don't like that kinda of stuff i suggest you look at something in the wimpy range. With help from my bestie Maddie xoxo

p.s. Do not own blah blah you know what im talking about...and this chapter is quite good so read it now all clever people who are not wimpy.

*GASP*

Driving like well, Ziva, Tony sped around the corner, the GPS telling him to slow down in an artificially calm voice. Slamming his fist on the OFF button on the top, he sighed a sigh of relief when the dam thing shut up. The only problem was he didn't exactly know where he was going. Grumbling, he pulled out the address from the card that Gibbs had given him earlier. Glancing side ways at the card he thought about it for a moment then decided indeed he did not need that dam GPS.

No nonono! He thought staring at his watch. 7:02pm. Dammit! Ziva has been waiting for...2 minutes! Calm yourself Dinozzo. What difference can 2 minutes make? Thats when he noticed the car riding on his tail behind him.

'Hey buddy! Watch it!' he yelled out the window then wound it back up again. Idiot probably doesn't know where he is even going...

He started to daydream about Ziva, how she blushed when he called her sweet cheeks, and how she looked at him when they were kissing. These thoughts made his pants stretch a little, so he tried to wiggle into a more comfortable position.

He was so deep in his thoughts that when the car behind him swerved around his car, Tony jumped in surprise, twisting his steering wheel and slamming into the car that had been tailing him. The driver of the other car thought it was amusing seeing Tony's precious Mustang dented, so he swerved and hit Tony again, making him veer off the road and hit a tree. Then everything went black.

Ziva was becoming impatient. The lacy black and red underwear she was wearing was beginning to irritate her skin making her scratch. Sighing, she sat down on the sofa, wearing a black silk dressing gown that cam to just below the tops of her thighs and the tops of her red bra were showing through. This was for extra effect.

It was 7:34pm when she finally heard a knock on the door. She immediately perked up and bounced off the sofa and checked her reflection in the mirror before opening the door. Aha, my hair looks even better after I have been ruffling it, she thought running her fingers through her silky straightened hair, just the way Tony likes it.

She pulled down the dressing gown a little more, to show the red bra. The person at the door knocked again.

'I'm coming!' she called trying to sound calm. As a matter of fact she was so nervous she felt like jumping up and down and screeching. But she had restrained herself. Well, enough to open the door without pulling it off its hinges.

She opened the door with her most sexiest smile and bedroom eyes, to find, not Tony, but a man she had never seen before.

The man started to talk, really quite quickly. 'I was following him, well not following him, but anyway I was behind him when the idiot tries to overtake him and then slams this poor guys Mustang in the side and then the guy in the Stang swerved and hit a tree. I got outta my car and called 911 and while I was waiting I noticed his badge that said NCIS, and I recognized him from TV and then I saw a piece of paper with an address on it and the ambulance wasn't coming so I took him here..' Ziva was getting rather annoyed with this man staring at her bra.

'And do you have him here now?' she asked trying so hard to be patient with the man. IF he stared at her chest again, she would castrate him with the knife he probably didn't know was concealed under her robe, strapped to her thigh.

'In the car, he was unconscious though so I left him down there,' seeing the anger in her eyes he rushed to recover his words. 'Um he is in the car, my car, my locked car, with locks. And its locked.'

'You mentioned that. Are you going to bring him up here, or shall I?' she asked, trying to mask the frustration rising in her stomach. How dare he leave Tony in the car and not wait for the ambulance! He could be bleeding internally. I shall call Ducky, he will know what to do.

'Well go then. I will meet you in the car park,' she slammed the door in his face. Without even thinking about what she was doing she grabbed her gun put on a pair of cargo pants and a black singlet, and called Ducky.

'Hello, Ducky?'

'Yes it is he. What can I do for you at this late hour Miss David?'

Walking out the door and down to the car park, she explained what had happened to Tony.

'Well then my dear, I shall be straight there of course. I will be there within 5 minutes, hang on a second, YES MOTHER?...NO MOTHER, A FRIEND FROM WORK. YES...WOMEN WORK NOW! Sorry about that. I will arrive shortly. Goodnight.'

Rushing over to the man's car, she found him standing next to Tony, who was now standing up right, slumped against the mans arm.

'I have it from here. Thank you,' she forced out prying Tony from the stranger's grip.

'Ok, just good to help. I might see you around sometime,' he replied hopefully, more a question than a statement.

Looking at him skeptically, she turned her back and walked back to her apartment, Tony regaining consciousness for a few moments, then blacking out again. Feeling something on her arm, Ziva looked down to see that Tony was bleeding from a gash on his head, no doubt received from a blow to the head from the impact of the crash.

Ziva's new apartment was the last apartment down the hall, so she had to carry him a far way until finally she opened her door, relived to find that even though she didn't lock it no one had taken anything.

Ziva lay Tony out on her bed, then rushed off to find a cloth to soak up some of the blood that had dripped onto the bed spreads already. She had started to mop up the blood coming from Tony's head when Ducky knocked on the door.

Ziva jumped up and ran to open the door, and led the M.E. To where Tony was resting. After opening up a box of equipment and checking some things, he cleared Tony of any internal bleeding and said that the gash on his forehead was not deep enough to stitch up, but a band-aid in this case was good enough to do the job. After applying the bandage to Tony's head, Ducky bid them good night and left.

As soon as he left Tony fully regained consciousness, and started croaking something that Ziva could not understand. 'What do you want Tony? Ice? Alcohol? Water?' Tony nodded, and Ziva ran to the kitchen, returning in record time with a glass of water for him. She propped him up on some pillows, and held a straw to his mouth so that he could drink.

After draining the glass of water, he sucked on the straw annoyingly until Ziva giggled and took the straw away from him. Laughing, she lay down on her side watching him as he rolled over to look at her.

'So, I, am in your bed.'

'Yes you are,' Ziva whispered back.

'And I am ingengered,' he said, laying a hand on her hip, his fingers drawing circles.

'Yes you are,' Ziva said with a shiver, his fingers sliding up under her shirt.

'Are you going to kiss it better?' he asked with a grin.

Grinning back a plan formed in Ziva's mind. Laughing softly in the back of throat, throwing her head back to that Tony had a good view down her singlet, she stealthily pulled down her singlet a little more, so the red lace just showed.

'Where does it hurt?'

'It hurts here and here and here,' he said pointing to his cut, his bottom lip and his earlobe.

Leaning over him she rolled him over and put her legs around him shifting so that when she moved she felt his erection on her inner thigh. Taking his face in her hands, Ziva leant down and kissed the bandage that Ducky had applied, then kept in close distant as she touched her nose with his, and kissed his bottom lip, then biting it softly, making Tony groan and part his lips, giving her access to his mouth. She deepened the kiss, and let Tony's tounge press against hers.

Chuckling, she moved again, feeling the erection becoming harder, as she leant down further, pressing her chest to his, and nibbling his earlobe. Kissing it, she bought herself up until her mouth was right next to his ear.

'I bet you hurt in more places than that, Tony. Am I right?'

Capable of just groaning from the back of his throat now, he breathed back 'Yes, Ziva.'

Sliding her hands down so they were resting on his chest, she pushed her self up again, and started to undo the buttons on Tony's navy coloured long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Once the shirt was undone, she pulled it off in one clean sweep revealing his chest to her. Even though she always made fun of him having hair on his chest, Ziva loved it, thinking it was manly.

Teasing him, she moved to kiss his collar bone, his shoulder, the palm of his hand, then took his hand and kissed the tips of each finger. Then, with a look of pretend concern on her face, she looked at his index finger.

Holding it up to her face she said, 'I'm sure this one looks more hurt than the others. I will make it better.'

She took the tip of his finger in his mouth, sucking on it until she took it out and kissed all the way up and down his finger. She slid her tounge back up Tony's finger again, feeling him let out a breath he had been holding for a long time. Smirking, she moved so she was sitting on his thighs, and undid his belt buckle, sliding the loops of leather off one by one.

Teasing him more she then slid down his legs and took off his shoes, holding them up for closer inspection. 'Ahh, Tony, you have good taste. These are very expensive shoes,' she said, throwing the shoes to the corner of her room. Sitting on his legs again, she looked down at the now, very, obvious erection jutting out. She undid the button on his fly, and unzipped the fly using her teeth.

Pulling off his dark designer jeans, she tossed them along with the shoes into the corner of the room which left him sitting up propped up against pillows with his boxers on. Enjoying the sight, she kissed all the way up his leg, until she got to his hips, and kissing each side of his hips, she put two fingers down the waistband of his underpants.

Loving his reactions, she wondered what would happen if...yes thats a good idea. I want to make him feel better. I shall do that. She sat up so she was sitting on top of him so they were chest to chest. She kissed him hard on the mouth, and he kissed her back with the same amount of force.

Breaking the kiss, he looked at Ziva, and said, 'I love you. If it were possible, I think I would love you more if you were wearing less clothes. So this is the first thing to come off,' he said pulling her singlet over her head.

The look on Tony's face when he saw her bra, was golden. Looking back to her, looking into her eyes he said, 'But its not even my birthday.'

He rolled them over so that he was on top and kissed her lips softly, reminding her of their first kiss. He kissed down her neck, stopping to pay extra special attention to the place where her neck met her collarbone. Leaving an opened mouth kiss here and there Tony continued until he got to her bra, and in finding the clasp was at the front in the middle, grinned even wider.

'Aw, sweet cheeks, you made my job easier for me.' he said removing her bra.

'I saved the best for you Tony,' she said, gasping for air as he took one of her nipples into his mouth and rolled it around with his tounge, biting down gently, then releasing it, and did the same to the other one. He kissed the spot right between her breasts, and kissed all the way down to her bellybutton. He looked up at her, appalled.

'Why do you still have pants on?' Ziva laughed as he undid the belt that did her pants up. He unzipped her fly, and slipped her pants off her feet. When he returned he noticed her g-string.

'Oh. It matches, Victoria Secret, red and black with frills, and on Ziva. Every mans dream come true,' the said apparently to himself.

Tony parted her legs kissing her inner thigh, making her shiver. Pleased with this result, he kissed further up until he reached the hem of the g-string.

'Well, this wont' work unless,' he quite literally ripped her g-string off, and threw it scross the room, joining his clothes.

'Tony! That was my favorite set!'

'You have more?' Growling, Ziva pulled him back up to fully kiss him, using her tounge she explored his mouth and his did the same until, eventually they had to break apart for air. Ziva rolled them over again so that she was on top.

'Now who is the one with too many clothes? Hmm?' She looked down and swiftly pulled his boxers off so that they were both fully naked. Looking Tony in the eye, her hand slid down his chest and grabbed his erection at the hilt roughly, then stroked it . She rolled over so that she was on her side, eyeing Tony's erection. Before she knew it she was lying on her back with Tony's hand reaching between her legs.

Tony's thumb started to rub against her clit as he slid his index finger into her. Moaning at this new sensation, he slid his middle finger in to join the first, pushing in, pulling out and his thumb constantly rubbing her clit. See how wet he had made her just from his earlier exertions, he grinned as Ziva grabbed fistfuls of the bed sheets. Seeing that she was close he took out his fingers and guided himself into Ziva.

Gasping at his size, she quickly adjusted to his pace and rolled them over so they were both sitting up, giving Ziva better leverage to move with.

Wrapping her legs around his waist she managed to pull him closer into her, choking out, 'Oh God Tony, faster Tony faster!'

Complying to her requests, he reached up and pull her to him, kissing her passionately. Feeling that Ziva was close, he slipped his index finger down and played with her clit, the other hand pulling her closer by the hip and his tounge circling one of her nipples.

When Ziva came, Tony soon followed, both groaning each others names as they collapsed side by side. Ziva rolled onto her side propping herself up on her elbow, Tony doing the same. She took his two fingers and licked them clean, grinning.

'That is the hottest thing I have ever seen a person do,' he said already hardening at the thought.

'Well then, Dinozzo. Ready for round two?' she said pulling him back over her, kissing him.

'Yes,' he said, breaking the kiss. 'I think I am.'

EXPLICIT! See i warned you, and there are some silly little people on the other side of the computer throwing up because of that (don't try to hide it. I CAN most defiantly see all you squimish people). For all of those clever people wanting another chapter, review and requests are taking if you have any. P.S. I have heard that there are SOME INSANE people that don't want Tony and Ziva get together so the scriptwriters won't do it. So, all in favor of writing a very strongly worded letter to NCIS people, say AYE at the end of your reviews, which you are naturally are writing now of course, if you are shy just send it anonymously. Quite the simple. So on your horses, get typing!