Title: NCIS – Fallen Hero
Author: D M Harper
Summary: When Naval Criminal Investigative Service's MCRT investigates the death of a decorated Marine, one member finds much more than a motive for murder.
PAIRINGS: Agent Ziva David & Abigail Sciuto; Agent Ziva David & OFC; Abigail Sciuto & OFC.
Rating: MA for Mature readers.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction borrowing characters from a TV series. Other characters are original, but have learnt to play nicely with the others. No profit is gained and no copyright infringement is intended to creators Donald P. Bellisario & Don McGill or Belisarius Productions, Paramount Network Television & CBS Paramount Network Television.
A/N: Please take a dip into the review pool and leave a message. The Muse gets a little hungry!
Chapter 13
It was Wednesday night before Grayson heard from Ziva again. She was curled up in bed reading a work file when the phone rang.
"Hello sweetheart," she answered.
"Hello, I am at work completing paperwork."
"Do you want to come over here when you are done?"
"It will be hours before I can leave. I do not wish to disturb you."
"Honey, I'll sleep better if you are here."
Ziva giggled softly at the admission, "You are lying. You are a Marine and can sleep anywhere, anytime."
The reasoning caused Grayson to titter, "You got me, but you being here would be nice."
"I believe it would be for me also."
"I'll leave the front door unlocked. The security code is 6428."
"Thank you and I will see you soon darling."
"Ahh, I have my first clue," declared Tony as he glared across his desk at Ziva. "He is a Marine."
Ziva shook her head, rolled her eyes and returned to her work, "Shut up Tony."
-o-
Grayson turned on the bedside lamp when she heard the security system re-set. Jumping out of bed, she raced into the ensuite to brush her teeth.
Ziva was standing in the bedroom when she exited the bathroom, "Hi sweetheart, you look exhausted."
"Hello and yes, I am very tired."
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes I am that also."
Grayson went to her chest of drawers and withdrew a pair of plait boxers and blue tee shirt. Handing them to Ziva, she advised, "Have a shower while I make you an omelette."
"Thank you darling."
Grayson hugged Ziva and took her ready bag, "It is good to see you."
Ziva sighed heavily, "This is nice, the way you treat me."
Stepping back, Grayson made for the kitchen to cook while Ziva took a long hot shower.
After dressing, Ziva padded down the hall and found Grayson standing at the stove top. "I appreciate your kindness," she said.
Turning, Grayson handed Ziva a plate, "You are welcome."
Ziva sat down at the counter and ate, "This is so good."
"Better than the chow onboard the ship?"
"Oh goodness yes, most definitely."
Grayson sat beside her, "You can borrow some of my clothes in the morning if you like."
"That is kind of you, but you are four inches taller than me, so your trousers will be too long."
Smirking, Grayson ran her hand along Ziva's left thigh, "I have several pairs that are too short for me, so I've got you covered. My shirts will be slighter larger though."
"I may not be able to concentrate on my work while wearing your clothes."
"Why is that?"
Ziva finished her meal, "Because I will be thinking about you."
"I quite like that idea." Grayson stood and quickly did the dishes while Ziva drank her juice. "Go to bed Ziva, I'll meet you there."
"Okay."
Moments later, Ziva was fast asleep when Grayson got into bed. She curled up into her back and smiled when Ziva reached for her hand.
"I like going to sleep this way."
"I do too, goodnight Ziva."
"Mmm yes night."
Grayson listened to Ziva's shallow breathes for some time before closing her eyes.
-o-
Grayson's eyelids flew open when she felt pressure on her dog tags. She smiled in the dark when she realised Ziva's hand was clutching them. Glancing at the bedside clock, she noted it was 0417 hours.
Ziva groaned when Grayson prised her fingers from around the metal identifiers, "Where are you going, it is still dark?"
"The bathroom and sorry I woke you."
"I do not mind."
Grayson hurried to the toilet then returned to bed. She draped her arm around Ziva and planted a tender kiss to the back of her head.
"You are very affectionate," murmured Ziva as she pushed back into Grayson.
Grayson moaned, "I don't know about that."
"I like the way you give me little kisses and touches. It makes me feel appreciated."
"I told you I want it all with you Ziva and I meant it."
"I am most fortunate that you decided to care for me."
Grayson giggled, "Go back to sleep sweetheart, you are delirious."
"I do not believe that is the correct word."
"It's not?"
Ziva rolled onto her back and placed her right hand behind Grayson's head. Pulling her downwards, Ziva hungrily kissed Grayson. A short time later, she gripped Grayson's tee shirt and removed it over her head. When she tossed it to the floor, Grayson's dog tags went with it.
Grayson pressed her lips to Ziva's and kissed her tenderly. She wanted to slow their coupling down. For the first time in her life, Grayson wanted to make love and not just satisfy her sexual arousal. There was now one basic difference, she was in love and needed to share those feelings with Ziva.
Sucking on Ziva's bottom lip, Grayson groaned deeply when gentle fingertips caressed her back. Moisture collected between her legs and her head began to lighten. She trailed her left hand over the curve of Ziva's right breast and shuddered when she encountered the raised nipple.
Ziva moaned into Grayson's mouth and the blonde felt the sting of tears behind her eyes. Her lips broke away and pressed along Ziva's jaw towards a warm neck. Grayson flicked a finger across the stiff node under hand and Ziva arched her back in response.
Shifting her body, Grayson pushed into Ziva's side then reached for the hem of her shirt. The cotton material disappeared across the floor as Grayson's warm lips covered Ziva's nipple.
"Oh god," whimpered Ziva as she reached under and cupped Grayson's right breast.
Grayson lavished the pert teat with her mouth, teeth and tongue while Ziva squirmed underneath her and continued to caress her breast.
Minutes passed before Grayson moved her attention to the other compact swell.
Ziva reared up again and reached for the waistband of Grayson's boxers. She pushed them downwards and Grayson aided with their removal.
Seconds later, Grayson released Ziva's breast and kissed her way to the rippled abdominal muscles. She repositioned herself between strong thighs and breathed in the musky scent of her lover's arousal. As she kissed along the taunt flesh, her hands disposed of the underwear.
Ziva growled and gripped Grayson's head. Lips inched downwards and came to rest above the small tuft of black curls. Arching up, Ziva invited Grayson to continue.
Grayson ran the tip of her tongue over the soft hair then pressed into the wet crease. She climaxed the second she tasted the sweet nectar within. Her body convulsed with release, but her mouth stayed focused on the hard node.
Ziva's breathing quickened and her fingers twisted around short blonde strands. "Oh god Grayson," she panted.
Running her tongue lightly along the shaft, Grayson then engulfed the collection of sensitive nerves with her lips.
Ziva held on, not wanting the sensation to end. She controlled her movements and slowly began to rock her hips back and forth onto Grayson's expert oral manoeuvres. Her head was light and every nerve in her body was electrified as her lover kept her on the edge for over twenty minutes. Her skin was bathed in a light coating of perspiration and strands of dark hair were plastered to her forehead.
Grayson reached up and firmly massaged Ziva's right breast. She was lost in the rhythm and rapture of her lover's movements and perilously close to climaxing again. The top sheet was bundled underneath her torso and pressed into her mons pubis. The pressure on her clitoris was excruciatingly delightful and she fought against her natural need to tumble over into release.
Her inner musings were interrupted when Ziva rose up off the bed and screamed, "OH DEAR GRAYSON, NOW BABY PLEASE!"
Grayson came unstuck as she plunged her tongue deep inside Ziva. Both women shook and rode the wave together before Ziva collapsed back onto the mattress. Her respiration was ragged and her body juddered irregularly with tiny ripples of pleasure.
Grayson regained control of her limp limbs and kissed the small tattoo of the green and blue chameleon on the upper arc of Ziva's right thigh. Tasting her lover's essence on her lips, Grayson's arousal stirred to life once more and she took Ziva's swollen clitoris into her mouth.
Ziva's response was swift and she orgasmed within seconds. Grayson needed more and turned her body around. Lowering herself over Ziva's mouth, she entered her lover with her tongue. Ziva's mouth hungrily suckled on Grayson's engorged clitoris and the couple swayed in perfect unison until both reached their zenith once more.
-o-
After catching her breath, Grayson shifted to the left side of Ziva then rotated. Snuggling onto her lover's chest, she kissed the skin between Ziva's breasts then husked, "You taste salty."
"A certain part of you tastes sweet."
"Oh, you definitely have the flavour of honey."
Ziva giggled while stroking long fingers through blonde hair, "That was most enjoyable."
"Mmm, I agree."
Ziva held Grayson tightly, "We better shower before we catch a cold."
"I love you Ziva," confessed Grayson in a broken voice.
"I love you too darling and am happy you have finally seen what was before your eyes."
Grayson rose up and looked down into glistening brown eyes, "I've never felt like this before."
Reaching up, Ziva brushed her hand against the blonde's cheek, "I have been in love before, but it pales in comparison to how I feel about you."
"I've all these emotions running around inside and I just want to do the right thing by you."
"You are doing just fine darling," coaxed Ziva with a grin.
The shower was forgotten about for another hour when Grayson lowered her lips to Ziva's in a loving kiss.
-o-
Grayson was examining the gold Star of David pendant that was resting against Ziva's sternum when she asked, "Are you a devout Jew?"
"No, I have had many lapses."
Grayson laughed at the comment, "I can see that. I have no religious faith, but I do believe in family, country and the Corps."
"You sound just like Gibbs." Ziva traced the outline of the scar on Grayson's left upper arm, "Did you receive this when your Unit breached the town of Garmsir?"
"Yes and I was fortunate not to lose my arm. I had a great surgeon operate on me. The bone was shattered in two and the muscles stripped away."
"I am glad you were lucky."
"Lieutenant Amy George saved my life, arm and career."
"I detect she did more than that?"
"I recovered quickly and returned to active duty within two months. Amy and I became lovers afterwards then good friends. We had an arrangement similar to the one you shared with Abby."
"Is that who you went to see in Hagerstown?"
"Yes, I was saying goodbye to her before she took up her new posting. Our relationship had already changed into one of only friendship months earlier, but we kind of fell into bed again. She is now stationed at Camp Pendleton California and dating a fellow doctor."
"It would appear Abby is happy dating Lieutenant Madeline Seavers from MTAC," stated Ziva with a hint of sadness.
"You fell in love with Abby, didn't you?"
"You have asked me that before and yes. I wanted so much more with her, but I am very content with how things have worked out."
"Needless to say, so am I querido."
Ziva snuggled in, "What time are you on duty?"
"0080 hours, so we have plenty of time."
"I will ride my bike to the Navy Yard."
"I have your jacket hanging in my closet. You left it behind in Jacksonville."
Ziva stretched her arms, "Thank you baby."
Grayson kissed the underside of Ziva's exposed breast then said, "I adore your body."
"Oh, yours is most wonderful."
"I want you Ziva," proclaimed Grayson huskily before grazing her tongue over her lover's stiff nipple.
"I am all yours darling."
-o-
DiNozzo grinned at Ziva when she placed the bike helmet on the floor behind her desk, "Nice day for a ride."
Slipping off her black coat, Ziva wrapped it around the back of her chair, "It is an excellent day and a good morning to you Tony."
"Morning and you are very bubbly. Did you have a date last night after we got back?"
Grinning madly, Ziva answered, "I would not call it a date. Is Abby in?"
"She is, called about ten minutes ago. The report on Baker is finalised. So, tell me about last night."
"Ahh ... no, I do not think so. I am off to see Abby."
Ziva went to the lifts and was greeted with loud music as she entered Abby's forensics lab. She turned off the stereo which caused Abby to look away from her monitor screen.
"Hey Ziv!" the black jeans and lab coat attired brunette exclaimed.
Ziva embraced her friend firmly, "Good morning Abby, how are you?"
Stepping away Abby answered, "I'm good and you are glowing Miss David."
"I spent the weekend with Grayson."
"Oh my god!" screamed an excited Lab Tech. "What a bummer you got called away."
"I stayed at her house last night."
"I'm so happy for you Ziv, you deserve to be blissful."
"I am the happiest I have ever been."
"Well, the good Captain better treat you right," warned Abby with a stern look.
"She does. I better start work and will take the Baker file with me."
Abby handed over a folder, "I want details at lunch."
"You are worse than Tony with your nosiness."
"Is that possible?"
"I doubt it," jested Ziva. "I will talk to you later."
"Bye Ziv."
The desk phone rang and Ziva picked up the receiver, "MCRT, Agent David speaking."
"Afternoon Agent David, Private Lewis at reception. There is a delivery for you."
"Thank you, I will be there shortly."
Without a another word, Ziva put down the receiver and rushed to the lifts. She returned moments later carrying a large bouquet of flowers.
"Oh, things are looking serious for you Ziva," taunted Tony.
"You are just jealous Tony," retorted Ziva as she placed the box on her desk. Picking up the envelope, she grinned as she read the small card.
My darling Ziva,
You are in my thoughts and heart,
Love Grayson. xxxx
"They are very nice Ziva," remarked Tim with a nod. "It's a very romantic gesture."
"Thank you Tim."
Jethro walked by and hugged Ziva, "I hope they are from who I think they are?"
A beaming Ziva handed the card to Jethro, "They are."
Passing the card back, Jethro grinned, "Congratulations."
"Thank you Gibbs."
"Okay everyone, I'll see you all tomorrow," announced Gibbs as he retrieved his weapon from his desk drawer.
Ziva collected her helmet and jacket and raced home. She immediately called Grayson's work number as she entered the kitchen and waited.
"Investigations, Captain McCall speaking."
"Hello darling."
"Oh hi sweetheart," replied Grayson elatedly.
"Thank you for the wonderful flowers."
"You are welcome. Would you like to go out for dinner with me tonight?"
"I would like that very much Grayson."
"I'll pick you up at 1900 hours chéri."
"I'll supply dessert," Ziva suggested seductively.
"Oh lord, I'm greedy, so I'll want two serves."
"I can arrange that and thank goodness you have a secure line."
Grayson chuckled briefly, "It's a good perk and I love you."
"I love you too."
-o-
The couple continued to date for the next six weeks and Grayson sent Ziva flowers every Thursday. It annoyed the bejesus out of Tony not to know the identity of the admirer and on Friday 30th July, he finally cracked.
"Come on Ziva just give me one lousy clue," he pleaded from behind his desk.
"Tony, you do not need to know. It is a private matter and not up for discussion."
From the other side of the bullpen, Abby joined the team and handed Jethro a file, "All done Gibbs."
"Thanks Abs."
"Hey Abby," began Tony. "You are Ziva's best bud and know her well, so who's she dating?"
Abby's mouth curved into a grin, "Oh, a very good looking dream boat of a Marine."
Gibbs laughed, "They would appreciate that description." He stood and collected his gear, "Have a good weekend everyone."
"Don't forget dinner tomorrow night Gibbs," remarked Abby as she headed towards the lift.
"I won't and I'll walk you out."
"Night Boss," muttered Tim as he raced by.
The floor was instantly deserted but for Tony and Ziva.
"No date to race home for Ziva?"
Ziva continued to type away on her keyboard and answered, "No, not tonight."
"Me either, Susan cancelled this afternoon."
Both Agents' heads turned towards the lift when they heard the ding.
Tony jumped out of his chair and spruiked, "Oh my luck may have just changed."
A grinning Grayson approached the two Agents, "Evening Agent DiNozzo, you working late?"
"Yes I am Captain, can I help you?"
"I don't believe so Agent. Agent David is the reason I am here."
Ziva gathered her belongings and stepped out from behind her desk.
"Are you two working on a case?" inquired Tony.
"No," answered a deadpan Ziva.
Tony's puzzled look faded when Grayson wrapped her arm around Ziva's waist and asked, "You ready to go sweetheart?"
"I am all yours darling."
Grayson tilted her head downwards and captured Ziva's lips in a swift kiss.
"Well I'll be darned," uttered a flabbergasted Tony. "I did not see that coming."
"Have a good weekend Tony," scoffed Ziva over her shoulder while walking past with Grayson. "I know I will."
"You're an evil woman Ziva," derided Grayson as she called for the lift.
"Only when I know it annoys the crap out of Tony."
-o-