Ziva Gets a Phone Call
It was the middle of October and things were still going wonderfully. Yes, there was suspicion of the two of them, but there wasn't anything that was said or asked that they were unable to answer. They, for the most part, were not questioned. Perhaps the others were a little afraid of hearing an answer from either Tony or Ziva. It did not matter.
They had the weekend off, which was a wonderful thing. Gibbs said they weren't on-call which was another wonderful thing. They were going to enjoy it for all it was worth, because it was rare that they weren't on-call since they were members of the best team in the world and they were in the heart of DC.
They enjoyed a romantic dinner and were now finishing up watching some ridiculous movie in Tony's apartment. They were sitting on the wooden floor with their backs pressed against the couch, already wearing very little, from their earlier interruption of their movie. They weren't entirely sure how they were staying away from each other at work since they had a hard time resisting anytime they were near each other outside of work. But, somehow things were getting easier to deal with, except walking across the squad room to find each other. They were both finding resisting extremely difficult and they definitely needed this weekend off.
The movie finished and they sat there for another moment. Their eyes locked momentarily and a silent agreement was made between them as they leaned in at the same time and pressed a kiss to each other's lips. Of course, staying away from each other was over as soon as their eyes had locked, before their lips had ever met.
Sometime later they were laying in bed, just staring into each other's eyes. They were happier than either had ever thought possible and that was a very good thing, since they definitely deserved it and were starting to see that.
"I think we should call it a night," Tony said quietly. "Perhaps we can go away tomorrow for a picnic or something."
"That sounds great, Tony," Ziva said with a smile on her face. "I look forward to it."
Tony smiled and Ziva laid her head down on his chest. They had just gotten comfortable when one of their phones went off. Ziva reached it first and picked it up. It felt familiar in her hand and she thought it must be hers.
"David," she said into the phone.
"Um… uh… we have a murder. Ziva?" McGee asked awkwardly into the phone.
"What?" she snapped at him, annoyed that they were getting called in on their weekend off. It was so rare that they had time off and she knew that her hopes of having a weekend to get rid of some of this energy her and Tony had was just ruined.
"Why are you answering Tony's phone?"
Oops, she thought. That was definitely a mistake and it wasn't worth having it happen again. She sighed quietly, though she was sure that McGee could hear it.
"We were at a par picking up women together, McGee," Ziva said sarcastically, realizing that she didn't have any good excuses for this, considering it was nearly two in the morning already and they should definitely not still be together even if they had gone for drinks after work.
She heard McGee sigh in reply. He had caught the sarcasm in her voice and wasn't entertained by her joke in the least. Ziva knew that he was suspicious now of something between the two of them. After all, Tony had turned down two women in the last week and there were many others that McGee didn't know about. It was Ziva's turn to sigh, again.
"Text the address," Ziva said quietly into the phone, really hoping that McGee would drop the subject.
"Will do," McGee replied. "But, Ziva?"
"What, McGee?"
"What were you two really doing together?" he asked, hoping to get something other than a joke or a flat-out lie out of her.
McGee realized that asking Ziva for the truth right now was pointless. He knew that he had annoyed her and interrupted whatever fun she was having at two in the morning when they were supposed to be off work. But, what kind of fun were her and Tony having together? McGee was really hoping that it was just simply socialization, since he really couldn't think of them as sneaking around behind Gibbs' back. And, wouldn't Gibbs realize if they were doing something behind his back? He was all-seeing and all-knowing, which meant that he had to know if something was going on, didn't he?
"Killing children," Ziva said darkly, knowing that no matter what she said that wasn't one hundred percent serious the other field agent wouldn't buy it. She hung up the phone before he could make another remark or ask again in hopes of finding an answer. She only hoped he would take the hint that they weren't going to talk about it, since she realized that he had to be suspicious by this point. "Tony, we have a case."
"That sucks. I was looking forward to some time off," Tony groaned and sat up with Ziva.
A/N – This is the phone call that McGee makes to Tony and Ziva answers from my other story "Forbidden". I added a little before and a few thoughts in there. Leave a review and let me know what you think.