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 & 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 26
Tony took one look at Grayson and the shock registered on his face, "Holy cow, I don't believe it." He stood up from behind his desk and spread open his arms, "Come here and give me a hug."
Although in uniform, Grayson ignored protocol, stepped in and hugged Tony.
"I am so glad you are okay and I'm real sorry for being such an ass to you."
"You're forgiven, but only because you work with Ziva."
"She really loves you. I saw that for myself when we thought you were dead."
"You can let go now and I'm very fortunate."
"Ahh yeah and sorry about that."
"It's all good. Is Ziva around?"
"She's down with Ducky and shouldn't be much longer."
"I'll go find her, see you later."
Grayson returned to the lift and went down to the Morgue situated on basement level two. She found Ziva and Tim standing opposite Doctor Mallard and Jimmy at an autopsy table.
"Good morning everyone," she said as the doors slid closed behind her.
After greetings, Ziva asked, "What brings you here Captain McCall?"
"Well Agent David, I was here to see your Director and thought I'd spend a few minutes with you."
"That was very sweet of you."
"I'll let you finish whatever it is you are doing," Grayson suggested then waited while Ducky continued with his autopsy findings.
Ten minutes later, he was done and added, "Captain McCall, I shall see you tomorrow at your nuptials."
"I'll save a dance for you."
"I look forward to that."
Tim patted Ziva on the shoulder, "I'll meet you upstairs and it was good to see you again Captain McCall."
"You too Agent McGee."
Excusing herself, Ziva walked with Grayson to the lift and said, "We can have some privacy in the locker room. Is there something we need to discuss about the wedding?"
The couple stepped into the car before Grayson replied, "No, everything is still on schedule. I just needed to see you."
Ziva smirked as they alighted, "It is nice to be needed."
The pair entered the locker room and sat down on a bench.
"I received new orders today," blurted out Grayson.
"What! You have four months left at the Pentagon."
"I'm required back in Afghanistan baby."
"This is not fair, when do you leave?"
"On the first of December and it's a six month tour."
"I am not happy, but I understand your commitment to duty. We will just have to make the most of our time then."
"Ziva I love you."
"I love you too and we will talk more when we get home."
-o-
Grayson was sitting at the kitchen counter talking with her mother when Ziva came through the garage side door.
"Sorry I am late," she said before kissing Grayson and hugging Ashley. "An interview took longer than expected."
"Welcome home baby," said Grayson.
"Dinner is ready when you are," announced Ashley.
"I'll just have a quick shower then join you."
Ashley went to the oven and turned the dial to off. Withdrawing a casserole dish, she placed it on the dining table then returned to the kitchen.
"Do you want a drink mom?" inquired Grayson as she opened the refrigerator.
"A beer would be fine thanks."
"I'll have one too," said Ziva as she strolled into the room wearing a pair of white draw string pants and a blue tee shirt.
Grayson retrieved three bottles and noted, "That was an awfully quick shower babe."
Ziva took an offered beer, "I decided to take one later; I didn't want you two to wait."
The three women took their seats in the dining room and Ziva commented, "I guess you better tell me everything Grayson."
"Apparently there is a shortage of Officers in the Military Police section at Camp Dwyer and I will be commanding a specialist unit over there."
"Surely you are not the only MP capable of filling the void," queried Ashley in between mouthfuls of food.
"I'm not mom, but I'm the one they chose."
Ziva swallowed some beer then asked, "Will you return to the Pentagon after your tour?"
"I've not been advised of my next posting yet."
"Great," complained Ziva. "You could end up anywhere."
"I'm sorry Ziva, but that's the way the military is."
"At least with the repealing of the DADT bill in September, our marriage will be recognised and have an influence on your posting."
"I really can't say anything but sorry. We are lucky our wedding will be endorsed by the DoD, but you working here will not affect my next posting."
"I am pleased with the fact we can have a Military wedding and we are no longer expected to pretend we are nothing more than friends and live in fear of you being discharged, but I will not pretend to be happy with the thought you may end up anywhere but in Washington. I don't want to give up my position with NCIS because you are miles away."
Grayson stood up from the table and glared at her fiancée, "There's no need to pretend anything. You knew the risks when you accepted my proposal and that was when the DADT bill was still the law or was that in answer to feeling guilty about your love sick colleague putting me in hospital because he was jealous?"
"You know I do not return Tony's feelings," protested a clearly upset Ziva.
"Well I don't want to marry someone who is not willing to understand the restraints placed upon my personal life due to my military service."
Ashley got to her feet and said her piece, "Grayson, I don't think that is what Ziva meant."
"It's fine mom. Ziva made it clear she refuses to move to be with me and I fully understand."
Ziva rose from her chair, "I didn't say I wouldn't Grayson, I just don't like it."
"You know, you should have told me a week ago when I returned. It would have been easier to cancel the wedding." Grayson turned heel and grabbed her bike keys from the rack on the wall.
"Grayson wait," pleaded Ashley. "You're over reacting."
Grayson stopped and asked, "Am I?"
Ziva reached out and took hold of her hand, "Yes you are honey. I love you and want to wed you."
"There's no guarantee I'll be reassigned to the Pentagon or end up overseas again."
"Either way, we will exchange rings and be married."
With tear filled eyes, Grayson inquired, "Do you want me to resign my commission?"
An expression of horror crossed over Ziva's face, "Of course not; I would never ask that of you."
Ashley quietly exited the room and left the couple alone to talk in private.
"Ziva, I don't want you to be unhappy."
"I am not. I am just pissed at the fact you are being deployed earlier than expected."
Putting her keys on the bench, Grayson pulled Ziva into her embrace, "Then why didn't you just say that?"
The brunette nuzzled into her lover's neck, "I am scared."
"Why baby?"
"If anything happens to you, I will not be notified."
"Sweetheart, you are listed as my next of kin along with mom. Don't you remember the hospital called you when I hit my head?"
"I just thought you'd asked for me."
"You are listed on all my files and it's all legal now."
"Thank you and I still can't believe we can disclose our relationship."
"It awesome to know I can parade you around on my arm and introduce you as my wife in less than a day."
Smiling, Ziva apologised, "I am sorry for upsetting you darling."
"I am too and wouldn't have gone any further than the garage before turning around."
"I am happy to hear that and I think we are both on edge."
Grayson cradled her hand under Ziva's jaw, "I'm as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs."
Laughing, Ziva ran her hands down Grayson's back, "I love you so much."
"I love you too and I better go fetch mom."
"I think I'm cranky because we are sleeping apart tonight," admitted Ziva truthfully while stepping out of the cuddle.
Grayson smirked, "It was your idea."
"It is considered bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony."
"So you pointed out to all our friends last week at your birthday dinner."
"I'll go get Ashley then we can finish eating before you leave for Jethro's."
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay and make love to you later?"
"It is very tempting, but your future bride would like to be traditional."
"That sounds good to me."
-o-
Grayson's Mess dress uniform lay crumpled on the floor of the hotel suite while Ziva's white, pearl beaded wedding gown was draped over the nearby sofa. Shoes, underwear and a pair of stockings were scattered throughout the living area and Ziva's veil was hanging off the door handle of the bedroom.
The newlyweds were wrapped around each other's bodies on the king size bed and panting heavily.
"Oh dear god," puffed out Grayson. "That was out of this world amazing."
Ziva lifted her head and smiled into blue eyes, "I think my vagina is numb."
The comment made Grayson chuckle and turn to the bedside clock, "No wonder, we just made love for over seven hours. Seriously, I can't feel my legs."
Tittering softly, Ziva rose up onto her left elbow and gazed down at her wife, "Do you wish me to call for an ambulance?"
Joining in the laughter, Grayson replied, "No baby, I'll be fine once we take a bath together."
"I like that idea and will go turn on the water."
With a brilliant smile, Grayson placed her left hand under Ziva's chin, "You were a magnificent bride."
"Thank you darling and you were spectacular in your uniform."
"Did you have the chance to speak with Abby before we left?"
"No why?"
"She was busting to tell you where I was taking you for our honeymoon."
Ziva got off the bed and walked into the large bathroom. "Abby mentioned it was a surprise and swore she wouldn't tell," she said when Grayson joined her moments later.
The blonde was carrying an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne and two crystal flutes.
Turning on the faucets, Ziva sat on the side of the spa bath and watched her bride pour two glasses of golden liquid, "Gibbs made a wonderful speech."
"He was a terrific best man," agreed Grayson while passing over a flute. "And I really like Abbie Borin."
"I do too and your mother's speech was so moving."
"She had everyone in tears."
"Including Vance," noted Ziva with a titter. "I think Gibbs has finally met his match."
Swallowing a mouthful of amber bubbly, Grayson commented, "I believe so and I haven't seen him smile so much in a long time."
"When do we depart for our trip?" enquired Ziva before taking a drink.
Checking the wall clock, Grayson answered with a sly grin, "We have to be at the airport tomorrow at 0900 hours. The room's booked for two nights."
"That was a wise move considering it is now two fifteen in the morning and we haven't slept yet," pointed out Ziva while easing into the swirling water.
Grayson followed and settled her back up against her wife's chest. She sighed when a strong arm snaked around her midriff, "Are you comfortable?"
"I am," replied Ziva as she pecked Grayson on the nape of her neck. "And I am looking forward to spending an entire week alone with you."
"So am I," responded Grayson before yawning. "Excuse me baby."
"You are excused and it may be time for sleep."
Turning her head into Ziva, Grayson nuzzled against silken hair, "I'm fine and when do you want to start a family?"
"Two years from now would be nice. I'd like to have you all to myself for a little while."
"That sounds perfect to me."
"I will miss these moments between us," bemoaned Ziva prior to placing a peck upon Grayson's head.
"I will too, but it won't be for long sweetheart."
"I am not happy about us not being together for Christmas. It would have been our first as a married couple."
There was no reply from Grayson and Ziva felt her body shudder. "Are you crying?" she asked with concern.
In answer, the blonde nodded.
"I should not have mentioned Christmas," chided Ziva, angry at herself.
"I was trying to forget about it. I know the whole deployment crap is hard on you and I can't pretend it's not breaking my heart."
Hugging her wife tighter, Ziva apologised again, "I am sorry for my selfish remarks. This is not the time; it is our wedding night."
"Yes it is baby and I'd like to finish bathing then return to bed; I'm exhausted."
Disposing of the glasses to the side of the tub, the couple silently and tenderly cleansed each other's bodies before drying off and making their way to dreamtime.
-o-
A light, warm breath floating back and forth across Grayson's left ear roused her to wakefulness. She groaned when Ziva placed a gentle kiss upon her earlobe then soft lips suckled the fleshy node. From her position on her stomach, she stretched into her lover's side and asked, "What time is it baby?"
Purring into the shell of ear beneath her lips, Ziva answered, "It is ten minutes past eleven darling. Did you sleep well?"
"I did my beautiful bride, and you?"
"I am very well rested," came the sultry reply prior to Ziva ghosting her fingertips along Grayson's left shoulder blade.
In reaction, every nerve ending in the blonde's body jumped into action and a throb commenced beating against her core. "I am so in love with you," she huskily mumbled as a downpour of moist kisses rained upon her back.
Before delivering another peck to goose bumped skin, Ziva whispered, "You are my everything and I wish to show you." Lowering her lips again, the brunette bestowed a multitude of kisses along Grayson's spine.
As her wife's journey continued downwards, Grayson moaned gutturally when a gush of warm fluid oozed from her centre. Her nipples hardened in response and pressed into the one thousand count Egyptian sheet. The pressure added to the building pleasure being drummed out by Ziva's skilled mouth.
The brunette groaned when her tongue swiped over the gentle plain of Grayson's left buttock then the right. When she repositioned herself over the back of her lover's thighs, the kisses' travel ended and Grayson lifted up her lower torso; offering herself freely.
Ziva took a moment to take in the wondrous sight before her. Moist and puffy labia were on display and begged for her attention. Smiling, Ziva's own desire increased twofold and her folds were awash with extra secretion.
Placing her hands on a perfectly shaped behind, Ziva used her left knee to separate Grayson's legs. She lay down between sun kissed thighs and leant in. Running the tip of her tongue down along swollen lips, she elicited a deep seeded moan from Grayson, along with a gripping of the sheet.
"Oh … oh … ahh … argh," voiced the blonde in nothing more than a gasp.
Buoyed by the verbal response, Ziva circled the outer labia for some time while Grayson pushed back and forth into her lover's mouth.
Experiencing a light headiness, Ziva delved between the folds, and delicately caressed the silken passage from the twitching opening to the puckered orifice.
"Argh … yes baby … feels so good," murmured Grayson, no more coherent than her last words.
Adjusting her hands, Ziva brought her left under and fondled Grayson's left breast. Her reward was a lengthy, drawn out growl. As she pinched and pulled a stiff nipple, Ziva orally probed the depth of Grayson's channel.
The blonde forced back onto the penetrating tongue and came completely undone, "Shit, take me over baby … oh god … so good." Her hips pistoned her frame into a faster cadence and Ziva cupped her bosom with both hands.
Moments passed and Ziva brought her right thumb over the wrinkled opening and lovingly rimmed her lover.
Grayson's orgasm gained momentum as her rocking sped up again. Her rigid clitoris pounded against her wife's chin and the motion was too much. She squirted over the tongue deep within and she collapsed forward. She groaned when Ziva followed then crawled on top of her.
Reaching down, Ziva opened herself and pressed onto Grayson's left buttock. "I love you," she declared as her hard clitoris found purchase with muscled flesh.
"Oh god Ziva, that feels amazing," remarked a high pitched Grayson once her breathing evened out.
With her hand trapped underneath Grayson, Ziva caressed the breast still in her palm and sucked on her bottom lip as she drove herself towards fulfilment.
Her own release arrived swiftly and as fluid seeped onto Grayson's cheek, Ziva found herself being lifted and eventually placed on her back. Grayson settled between her thighs and took the still convulsing vulva into her mouth.
She lapped up all the sweet essence that was Ziva and ravenously feasted on the clitoris slightly hidden within the hooded skin.
Minutes slowly elapsed before Ziva screamed out, "OHM DARLING … NEARLY THERE."
Smiling alongside jolting genitalia, Grayson stroked the base of the engorged nodule. In turn, Ziva grabbed her wife's head and climaxed hard against her face.
Grayson tumbled into her own orgasm at the same time, but kept up her tempo and brought Ziva to release twice more before making her way along the bed and devouring waiting lips in a fevered kiss.
With hands dancing over the muscles of Grayson's back, Ziva sighed with contentment and hauled the blonde onto her torso.
Breaking the kiss a short time later, she stared into blue eyes reflecting love and said, "Good morning darling."
With a cheesy grin, Grayson quipped, "It's the afternoon and it was more than good."
Cradling the blonde's chin, Ziva smirked, "It was, but I think we can do better my love."
"Ooh, I'm always up for a challenge baby."
Giggling at the comment, Ziva retorted, "Then let the games begin."
In response, Grayson seized her lips in a sizzling smooch and she took the first round.
-o-
A wide eyed Ziva turned to Grayson as the couple approached the Air France check-in counter and blurted out, "You're taking me to Paris for our honeymoon?"
"I am," replied Grayson with a squeeze to Ziva's right hand. "But only for four days."
With piqued curiosity, Ziva enquired, "I supposed you will keep the other destination a secret?"
"I plan to and did I tell you how beautiful you are this morning?"
Amazed at her wife's romantic words in public, Ziva chided, "Well no you haven't."
"Shame on me and if you'd like to grab the ticket satchel and passports from the front section of my backpack, we can book in."
Following the instructions, Ziva enthusiastically walked up to the desk with Grayson by her side. Her excitement continued when the newlyweds boarded the plane and took their seats in first class. Her wonderment was barely contained during the seven hour flight as Grayson smothered her in tender kisses for the majority of the trip.
Ziva showed her gratitude with long, passionate kisses when a taxi drove them to the La Tremoille Hotel situated in the heart of the Paris Golden Triangle.
Once the couple were settled into their suite, Ziva displayed her appreciation several times over then Grayson escorted her to one of the hotel's restaurants for a late dinner.
Two hours passed and Grayson took her bride for a horse drawn carriage ride through the Parisian streets. The sightseeing continued the next day after early morning lovemaking and breakfast.
Ziva was overwhelmed when the second stage of the honeymoon began at the Rothschild Hotel in Tel Aviv after a four hour plane flight. The duo spent time with Meir Shavit, his wife Ashira and their two young boys along with Ziva's childhood friend Isser.
Contact was made with other associates of Ziva's as well as visiting places of interest.
By the time Ziva and Grayson arrived home, both were revitalised and ready to return to work.
After handing out souvenirs to her friends, Ziva recounted the honeymoon with photos. She cried several times from sheer happiness, but the festivities halted when word of a Naval Officer's death was passed onto Gibbs via a phone call.
-o-
Over at the Pentagon, Grayson and her investigative team sped headfirst into an arms trade operating out of Kandahar, Afghanistan. Within two hours of arriving at the office, the unit was wheels up and reviewing all available Intel and evidence.
Ziva spent the next three nights alone at home before Grayson wrapped up the investigation and flew back to Washington DC.
The weeks flew by for the David-McCall household and before they knew it, Ziva and Grayson hosted Thanksgiving for their extended family and friends. Six days later, a sad Ziva bid farewell to a stoic Grayson then returned to the Naval Yard along with two new cases.
-o-
As December melted into January, Grayson was snowed under with investigations and communication back home became a rarity, as was any chance of liberty.
On February the fourteenth, she managed to organise a satellite Comlink with Ziva and she laughed boisterously when her wife informed her Amy and Abby had bought a house together two streets down from theirs.
"When do they move in baby?" enquired Grayson while staring into glistening brown orbs.
"In two weeks' time and everyone has volunteered to help them pack."
"I'm so glad they have made the commitment."
Ziva nodded, "I have a feeling Amy wishes to propose to Abby."
Blonde eyebrows rose, "Really, did she say something to you?"
"She asked where we bought our wedding bands from. She was admiring the design the other day."
A grin formed on Grayson's mouth, "I'll take that to mean Amy is ready to settle down."
Returning the smile, Ziva suggested, "I will press her for more information when she and Abby come over for dinner tonight."
"Good. Have you been busy with work?"
"I have darling and your mother and Gary are visiting next week."
"Are they staying long?"
"Two weeks."
Grayson's smile grew into a frown, "Ziva."
"Yes darling?"
"I miss you."
"I miss you too and only four more months before you are home."
The thought lifted Grayson's spirits, "That is one way to look at it and thank you for the care packages last week. My unit also thanks you for the cakes and cookies."
"Tell them more are on the way. I posted two boxes yesterday."
Tittering, Grayson confessed, "My Lieutenant is still coming to terms with the fact I am gay and married to such a beautiful woman."
Beaming, Ziva quipped, "Thank him for the compliment. Oh, I included new pictures of everyone in the latest parcels."
"Thanks baby. How are Abbie and Jethro doing? He was a little vague when we spoke the other day."
"They are doing just fine and McGee has started dating Delilah Fielding from the Cyber Division at the DoD. He is most serious about her and no one has met her yet."
"It sounds like everyone is finding someone. How is DiNosey?"
Ziva giggled briefly at the nickname before answering, "He has ceased his childish pranks with me."
"Great, that's one less worry for me."
"Did he not contact you and explain what has happened?"
"No, so let me hear it."
"Last week Director Vance informed Tony there had been an anonymous complaint made against him from an Admin staff member and the matter was under investigation."
Shaking her head in disbelief, Grayson surmised, "So basically he is now behaving himself?"
"Yes and Gibbs had a heated conversation with him after Vance handed over the paperwork."
"Any word on who the disgruntled person is?"
"Rumour is it is Natalie Richards from Accounting. She was annoyed with Tony because he didn't take no for a dinner invitation. He sent her flowers as an apology then wham bam thank you Stan, he is in trouble."
Smiling, Grayson replied, "Baby, the saying is wham bam thank you ma'am. Hopefully Tony will wake up to the fact his charm doesn't always work."
"That is so true," agreed a tittering Ziva. "Everyone is onto his manoeuvres."
Looking at her watch, Grayson frowned, "Baby, I have to go. I'm on duty in ten minutes."
"I understand and love you; be safe."
"I love you too and look forward to your next letter."
"It was good seeing you my darling."
"You too, goodbye my Ziva."
-o-
Ziva received Comlinks from Grayson once a week for the next four months and Tony was cleared of any wrong doing in the sexual harassment case. He was eventually forgiven by Natalie and in a complete turnaround; the pair had been dating for the past month. Grayson had chuckled when told the news and she relished in seeing an animated Ziva retell the story.
On Sunday May the first, a much relieved Ziva picked Grayson up from the Quantico Air Base. When she took a look at the blue camouflaged uniform attired Captain, she forgot all protocol and ran to her.
Dropping her seabag and kit, a grinning Grayson opened her arms and drew a weeping Ziva into her embrace.
"Welcome home darling," said the brunette in greeting.
"It sure is good to see you baby," replied Grayson with a sigh. "Let's get of here and have some privacy."
"I like that suggestion," retorted Ziva with a wink as she stepped out of the clinch. "Your mother is flying in tomorrow morning and will be staying for a week. Our friends are invited to our place for a homecoming dinner tomorrow."
With a radiant smile, Grayson collected her gear, "I'm so glad I have fourteen days liberty and damn, you look fantastic."
A purple tee shirt and blue denim jeans attired Ziva blushed, "You are very sexy and hurry up; I need to kiss you."
Tittering at the proposition, Grayson followed her wife out of the hangar and to their vehicle.
-o-
Once Grayson was settled in the front passenger seat, she reached over and laid her left hand on Ziva's thigh and released a loud exhalation.
Ziva glanced at her and tears filled her eyes, "How was the flight?"
"Smooth and I slept most of the way, so I am refreshed. Although I have to say, I am really looking forward to a long shower."
"Are you hungry?"
Squeezing Ziva's leg, Grayson retorted, "Is that a loaded question?"
"I meant food and I fully intend on joining you for that shower."
"Oh happy homecoming to me," cheered Grayson with a fist punch.
Giggling at the antics, Ziva nodded, "I have all the ingredients for your favourite breakfast."
"You are making my mouth water baby; along with another part of my anatomy."
"Do you wish me to have an accident?" enquired Ziva sternly.
Chuckling at the inference, Grayson gently caressed her wife's upper thigh, "No, but after six months, I am more than a little horny for you."
"Then I will drive a little faster," reasoned Ziva with a grin.
"Yes please Agent David."
-o-
Grayson secured the front door and stood in the hallway. She took a moment to savour her surroundings and Ziva took hold on her luggage. "It's so quiet," she stated as Ziva headed for the laundry room.
"You go shower and I'll be there in a few," suggested Ziva, allowing Grayson the time to collect her thoughts and emotions.
Ascending the stairs, Grayson entered the master bedroom and the first thing she noticed was the picture frame above the chest of drawers to the right. It contained a print of the couple's wedding reception with all their friends gathered around them. Tears started to fall and Grayson's heart fill with happiness.
Wiping away the tears with the back of her hand, she quickly took of her boots and uniform. Going into the ensuite, Grayson tossed the clothing into the hamper then stripped off her underwear.
She was examining a large purple and black bruise on her lower back when Ziva joined her. There was an audible gasp from the brunette before she asked, "What happened?"
Turning around, Grayson explained, "It occurred two days ago when Sergeant Miller and I were arresting a suspect."
Gliding a hand down Grayson's spine, Ziva replied, "Obviously this person was not happy about that."
A lazy smirk crossed Grayson's mouth, "Ahh no. Pete and I were forced to give chase and when I tackled the PFC, we landed on some storage containers."
"It looks painful darling."
"It was at the time, but I'm feeling fine now."
"Mmm, you look fine too darling," countered Ziva while disrobing.
Grayson's arousal heightened as her eyes scanned over her wife's much missed and longed for body. "I love you Ziva," she managed to get out before being attacked by hungry lips. Groaning, she responded to the kiss enthusiastically and whimpered when Ziva jumped up and wrapped sturdy legs around her hips. The proof of her desire was evident when she slid onto Grayson's midriff.
Hands interwove with Grayson's hair as she reached behind and opened the shower screen. Carrying her precious cargo into the cubicle, she turned on the water then pushed Ziva up against the tiled back wall.
Ziva broke the kiss and dilated pupils focused on shimmering pools of blue, "I love you so much and need you."
"Oh god Ziva, I missed you every day baby."
Ziva replied with another passion filled kiss. In turn, Grayson's left hand cupped her wife's right breast and both women moaned loudly.
Teasing the supple mound for some time, Grayson made her way between their bodies and slid an index and middle finger inside the sodden, warm opening. Her thrusts were measured as she delighted in the ribbed passage and inner muscles clamping and flexing around her digits.
Groaning into her lover's mouth, Ziva ground into the penetration as her tongue danced with Grayson's. Her hands gripped short tresses and as her orgasm gained impetus, her wife pushed into her "A" zone and fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids. Her body suddenly tensed then let go.
With the kiss still unbroken, Grayson continued to pump into Ziva, riding out the last of her tremors.
Hungry for more, Ziva reached down and gripped Grayson's hips. She pulled her closer and began to rotate her own hips.
Willing to comply with the silent request, Grayson picked up the pace and withdrew her fingers slightly and away from the sensitive node in front of the cervix then settled on the Gräfenberg spot instead.
Ziva whimpered and five minutes passed before Grayson took her over the ridge and into a powerful climax. Unwilling to end the kiss, Grayson sought out her held back orgasm by shifting her stance and pressing onto Ziva's right thigh. It took all off three thrusts until she toppled into a heady abyss and weak knees.
Releasing her legs, Ziva stood and gently guided Grayson further under the stream of water. Pulling out of the kiss, she smiled at the blonde, "That was most enjoyable."
With feigned disappointment, Grayson responded, "Yeah, it wasn't too bad I guess."
Ziva playfully slapped her wife's bottom, "Hurry up and wash so I can show you bad."
"Promise?" enquired Grayson with a high level of cheek.
"Yes darling, now pass me the soap gel."
"Ma'am, yes ma'am and I have a gift for you."
"Is it better than amazing sex?"
"Uhm, I'm not too sure about that."
"Do not tease me. Where is this so called gift? I didn't find it in either of your bags."
Grayson couldn't help but be enthralled by Ziva's brilliant smile and stepped in to capture her lips in a tender kiss.
The smooch led to another, followed by a quick rinse off and a flurry of arms and legs as Grayson was made love to by her invigorated paramour.
-o-
It was ten past ten when Ziva finally presented breakfast to a ravenous Grayson. The blonde pulled the cook onto the lap and latched onto the throbbing pulse point on the left side of Ziva's neck. "Thank you baby," she mumbled in between nibbles and pecks.
With arms wrapped around wide shoulders, Ziva lost herself to the intimate touch. She had no hope of stringing two words together in reply, so gave up the idea and surrendered completely to the heated craving that washed over her again.
With the absence of words, Grayson gathered Ziva in her arms and got up. Carrying her wife up the stairs, the couple engaged in fulfilling their suspended desire for one another once more.
-o-
Grayson reached across the dining table and cradled Ziva's jaw, "This is really good baby. I really missed your home cooked meals."
"Considering it is reheated breakfast, I'll take the praise."
Giggling behind a forkful of fluffy scrambled egg, Grayson jested, "I never got to have wonderful sex before breakfast these past six months, so bonus for me."
Laughing loudly, Ziva watched the holder of her heart devour the remaining food on her plate. She was content to sit in silence and take in the simple act.
When the dishes were done, Grayson snuck into the laundry and retrieved an envelope from the side compartment of her kit bag. Strolling into the living room, she sat so the couch beside a Sunday paper reading Ziva. She waved the satchel with a DoD emblem embossed on the top right corner and waited.
Turning her head, Ziva stared at Grayson with saucer wide eyes, "It this your new post orders?"
"It is."
"But it hasn't been opened," noted Ziva, trying to read her wife's facial expression. There were no "tells", so she asked, "Do you have any idea where you are headed?"
"I certainly do and don't have to read the letter. I received a phone call from my new CO yesterday prior to leaving camp."
Nervousness settled in and Ziva was reluctant to open the envelope, "Why don't you just tell me?"
"It's a surprise baby, go ahead."
With trembling hands, Ziva ripped open the official correspondence and swiftly unfolded the typed letter. "Oh … my …. God," she stuttered after reading the first line.
Grinning from ear to ear, Grayson explained, "Joe called to inform me he had submitted a requisition to have me permanently assigned to the Intel Investigations Unit."
Unbridled teardrops cascaded down Ziva's cheeks and she embraced the blonde, "So you are done with combat duty?"
"Unless there is a need to deploy, I will be at the Pentagon indefinitely."
"Oh darling, I am so relieved for us."
"I am too and how about we phone Abby and Amy and go out tonight to celebrate?"
"I say yes and I would like to take my beautiful, marvellous, sexy and talented Marine dancing."
Grayson pecked Ziva on the nose then replied, "You got it my stunning and exotic Missus David-McCall."
"Mmm, excellent then we can discuss having a baby when we return home. I would like one before the end of this year."
Taken aback by the statement, Grayson quizzed her wife, "I thought you wanted to wait for two years?"
With a sly smile, Ziva retorted, "Is it not a woman's prerogative to change her mind?"
"True," conceded Grayson without another feasible comeback in mind.
"And now that you won't be rolling around in the Afghan desert, I think I would like to start a family sooner."
Catching the glint in Ziva's eyes, Grayson enquired, "You have already spoken to mom about this, haven't you?"
"I cannot lie, so yes," replied Ziva cheekily.
"Crap, I am in so much trouble here," lamented Grayson.
"Yes you are darling, but the nicest kind of trouble."
"It's a good thing I love you like I do."
"It is most fortunate for me and you are my one and only love Grayson David-McCall."
"Come here," the blonde instructed before seizing her wife's grinning lips in a heated kiss.
The End
Author's End Note: To all who reviewed, followed and favoured this tale, my deepest gratitude.
Sincere apologies for the delay in posting the last chapter, but real life does comes first apparently. Anyhoo, if you would like a sequel to this pairing, please review and drop me a request. Happy reading, D.