Fourth Chapter Installment, if you like. This is handy seeing as my fave number is 204, like chapter 4. Anyhoo, I will get on with writing and you will get on with reading, and reviewing....named after Daft Punk song. Epic lol.
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Human After All
McGee, Tony and Ziva had already arrived in the bull-pen, Tony and McGee drinking their coffee and Ziva, having a strong herbal tea.
Tony was explaining extra loudly how he took the rather explicit photos of Abby and McGee, to Ziva standing in front of her desk.
'Ha! And then, I put them on Abby's screen. I should have waited for Gibbs to come in and look at 'em, I wanted to see his face-' Tony was interrupted by a typical Gibbs-slap. Turning around, Tony found a straight faced Gibbs and a annoyed McGee, who was wearing a turtle-neck, to cover his hickies. Abby was no doubt dressed in the same fashion.
'Ah, hey boss. Didn't see you come in,' he said, almost running back to his desk. Snatching a piece of paper from his desk, Tony then returned to stand next to Gibbs, and placing the note in his waiting hand.
'Um, Director wants to see you, something important, and I got a lead,' he said proudly.
All moving to stand around the Plasma screen projector/TV, Tony picked up the remote and showed the team picture referring to the missing antique revolver.
'Dinozzo, McGee, fetch.'
A confused looking McGee piped up. 'Um, boss? Its lost,' he finished, cringing, knowing what Gibbs was going to say next.
Looking back at McGee, he simply said, 'Well un-lose it.' Waiting for them to do something, he took a sip of his coffee, and raised his eye brows at his team still standing there, a-waiting their next instruction.
'Do I have to draw you a picture?!' Trying not to show his smile, he took another sip of coffee. Gibbs secretly loved watching his team scurry around, hanging on his every word.
Returning to her desk, Ziva looked up at her boss, half waiting for him to say something. 'What do you need me to do? Gibbs?'
Ignoring her, Ziva followed Gibbs up the stairs, leading to MTAC. 'Boss?'
Turning on her unexpectedly, he handed her his empty coffee cup. 'If you need something to do, get me some more coffee,' her face falling over a little bit, Ziva nodded, and trudged back down the stairs leaving Gibbs, unhappy, and coffee-less. Double whammy.
Completing the retnia scan, Gibbs walked into MTAC, finding Vance talking to someone vaugly familiar, he squinted at the mans badge. The vice SECNAV. Makes sense.
Vance terminated the transmission, and turned to Gibbs, indicating to follow him back to his office. Once they got to the Directors office, Vance walked over to the draws and pulled out Ziva's Glock, and her new badge. Flipping it open, Gibbs read, SPECIAL AGENT ZIVA DAVID. Contently humbled, he thanked the Director and started to leave.
'Ah Gibbs, Ziva hasn't been cleared to being able to use a fire arm yet, so keep that for her until she is. Saves you a trip,' Vance finished chewing on a new toothpick.
'Thanks,' Gibbs replied with a crooked smile.
LATER THAT EVENING:
Ziva led Tony into his apartment blind folded. 'Can I take this off yet? Its itchy,' he complained.
'Oh shush up, its your own tie.' Leading him into the bedroom, she stood him at the foot of the bed, and took the blind fold off.
After a few moments of unexpected silence, she looked over to see Tony gasping and almost choking back tears of excitement. Laughing, she thought to herself, I think thats a good sign. Mean while the thoughts going through Tony's head were incoherent.
Tony ran his hands over his new bed. A king-sized Ferrari car/bed, with alloy wheels and a personalized plate, saying DINOZZO, PI.
On top of the bed covers, was an assortment of lingerie, all in different colours, shapes and cuts, and all matching. Almost convulsing into a state of shock, Tony looked over to Ziva.
'What? I had nothing to do today while you and McGee were out having fun,' she said innocent smirk. 'I was planning on giving it to you sooner or later.'
Still incapable of words, Tony just looked at her open mouthed, while Ziva was seriously considering calling a ambulance.
Tony, looked back at the bed, and crawled onto it, then standing and jumping up and down. An amused look on his face.
'THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!' Tony said throwing his head back. Trying not to stand on the lingerie turned and extended his hand to Ziva, who politely took it and jumped onto the bed in one stealthy leap. Tony took her into his arms and twirled her around and around, making her laugh.
'Tony! Tony, stop! You don't want the covers getting wreaked, at least let me take your shoes off for you?'
Grinning, Tony slumped down against the head board heavily as Ziva un-tied his shoes and crawled back so she was curled up next to him.
'So, Zee-vah. What do you want to do now? I could make you dinner, and we could eat it on the balcony, (itching to use word veranda, but am thinking, apartments don't have them. Damnation.) and sit under the stars, and talk,' he said softly. Pulling herself up, Ziva kissed Tony's lips and replied,
'That sounds, nice,' with a little hint of a smile creeping in to obstruct her normally dead serious expression.
In no time, Tony had made chicken fetticuini, and they were sharing a sun chair on his balcony. (VERANDA)!
They conversed about the case they just closed, Tony re-told the Abby and McGee making out story and then they sat in each others arms for a few minutes, gazing up at the stars.
'"Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?" Thats my favorite quote,' Ziva added.
Taken aback by Ziva's sudden openess, Tony thought for a minute, and then decided on his favorite.
'"Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get." Forest Gump, 1994 directed by Robert Zemeckis, starring Tom Hanks. Won 6 Oscars and were nominated 32 different times for different awards,' he looked over to find Ziva looking at him strangely. 'And your quote was scripted into the movie Stardust, 2002 with Ben Barnes, Michelle Pheiffer and Clare Danes, won the Saturn award for best-,' he looked over at Ziva again, something was different. It was like, someone had gone and pulled the emotion mask off the famous paper clip assassin as Tony and McGee called her.
'Continue Tony,' Ziva said, pretending to be annoyed.
'Won the Saturn Award for the best costume and Michelle Pheiffer won the role of best supporting actress-is there something wrong?' He finally said, not being able to take her look anymore.
'I think,' she whispered, touching her nose with his. 'That I am in love.'
'With who? If I see the lucky guy, remind me to congratulate him?'
Sitting up again, Ziva bored her eyes into Tony's. 'This is what you call sarcasm, yes?' Sitting up so that their eyes locked, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her on the nose,
'Yes, of course it its, Zee-vah,' he said gently. He smiled, when she blushed when he used her nickname. Looking up at the stars again, he said 'So, we are human after all?'
Giggling, an idea formed in Ziva's mind. She stood up and as Tony got up to follow her, she pushed him back down, her hand on his chest.
'Stay right here,' she said starting to clear away the dinner plates. 'If you move, I will know she called over her shoulder, walking through French glass door and back into the kitchen. He turned in the sun lounge, to try and see what she was doing in his kitchen.
'I can see you moving Tony,' a voice said warningly through the dark.
Annoyed, and slightly scared, he sat back in his chair, waiting for Ziva to come back.
'Ziva!' He called into thin air.
'Coming Tony!' Said a voice muffled by what, doors, glass?
MEANWHILE IN TONY'S BEDROOM:
Still trying to be as steathy as she could, even though she knew that Tony was probably scared out of his wits sitting alone outside, in the warm summer breeze, Ziva slid off her pants, catching them in her hands before they made a noise when they came in contact with the floor.
She replaced her clothes with a pure white set of lingerie. Plain, without and lace, it fitted her perfectly, and made her skin look darker than it normally is, simple and sexy, just as Ziva liked them.
Scooping the remainder of the skimpy underwear up, she walked out wearing almost nothing apart from the matching white set, she dumped her collection on the sofa, and slipped on her black peep-toe stilletos, and took her hair out so it feel around her shoulders in curly waves.
'Ziva!?' called unmistakably Tony's voice from the balcony.
Still holding her hair tie in her mouth, Ziva had no choice but to reply to his call, yelling back 'Coming Tony!'
This is going to be good, she thought, as she crept up behind Tony on her tip-toes, so her heels wouldn't make any noise. Walking around the balcony in a cat-walk fashion, Tony couldn't help but stare open mouthly as Ziva did a lap around the area. Coming back to stand next to the lounge, she placed a finger on Tony's now closed mouth.
'I am going to model all of these sets, and you are going to tell me your favorite, ok Tony?'
Incapable of actually speaking, as he had no blood left in his brain, he nodded weakly and turned to watch Ziva disappear into the dark of his lounge.
After 2 or 3 minutes, he heard Ziva's voice call out to him.
'Do you remember the time we went under cover Tony?' Confused, he thought, you weren't wearing underwear under your dress...what is she getting at?
'I clearly remember you saying that you liked Mya's costume, correct?' Correct or not, Tony quite frankly did not care. He was staring at Ziva who had just appeared in the doorway in a traditional sexy lingerie. The French Maid.
After trying on countless different outfits and modeling them for Tony, Tony decided that his favorite was the plain white one. It reflected Ziva, clean and straightforward and sexy. Ziva OWNED this outfit.
Standing up, and finding it very hard to walk, he went into his bed room to find Ziva in the white ensemble pulling back the bed sheets.
Tony couldn't control himself, he walked over to Ziva and pressed her into the bed. They kissed until they had to stop for air.
'Tony! I have just made the bed!' she said with a smile.
'Well, I am un-making it,' he said pulling his shoes of and kissing Ziva again. He was pulled off course as Ziva rolled them so that she was on top.
'If thats how we are playing, then, FINE!' she said pulling open the buttons on Tony's shirt. Once she was satisfied with his chest, she took off his pants and boxers.
Tony sat up so that she was straddling him, and unclasped her bra, and removed her panties, if you will.
Kissing again, Ziva guided him into her wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him in as far as humanly possible.
After they had both climaxed, and come down off their highs, Ziva curled up next to Tony, so they were asleep in each others arms, when Gibbs rang.
'Dinozzo, I do not care what you and/or Ziva are doing right now, we gotta case so get over here now.'
Rousing Ziva, he played the tape again. 'See?' he said. 'He said Tony and Ziva. That must mean that your NCIS like me and Probie and Gibbs!'
'OK then,' Ziva said in excited tone. 'Lets go to NCIS.'
YES I STOLE THAT MADDIE OK? CALM DOWN. IM SORRY BUT IT WENT WELL OK? That is the end of another chapter my lovelies. Thank you for all your reviews. And if anyone from my group is reading this, yes i DO realize that it is scary but that dosent mean you have to tell everyone. Until i get more inspiration (REVIEW HINT), i will say good bye. Until next time, bruce page and heather ford, this is national nine news, nah jks,
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