"Dammit Ziva, give me the key." He ordered. How had she cuffed him to the bed? She was too drunk to walk. And where had she been hiding those cuffs?
Ziva smiled as she pulled a key out of her back pocket. When he reached for it she tossed it across her room giggling like a drunken schoolgirl.
"Ziva. Go get that key!" he demanded. He pushed Ziva off his body and hovered over her in anger.
The second Ziva's body hit the bed she passed out cold.
"I am going to kill you!" Tony yelled to her unconscious form. She was fine, he checked, just drunk as a skunk. He cursed that he'd left his own set of cuffs and keys back in his car. He would have brought his entire arsenal if he'd known crazy ninja Ziva was coming out to play tonight. He searched her body to see if she'd stashed another key in her clothing.
He searched her clothing, her nightstand, and every other place he could reach while cuffed to her bed. He growled when he finally accepted that he'd be spending the night handcuffed next to an unconscious Ziva. Only she'd still have ninja skills when she was too drunk to walk. And how was this bed so well constructed? Had Gibbs built this for her? It was the only explanation for the thick heavy wooden headboard that he was certainly not ripping the cuff from.
He cursed a few more times and finally accepted his fate. At least Ziva was safe and he wasn't going to let her do anything stupid tonight. She could be so hard on herself. She carried the weight of the world on her small shoulders. He was angry as hell with her, but that would pass. He kicked off his shoes and pants, to at least be comfortable while he slept. His button down shirt was staying put since his arm was attached to the headboard.
He pulled Ziva's unconscious form to his body to undress her for the night. He unzipped the thick work boots she always wore and pulled her feet free. He removed her backup gun from where it was strapped to her ankle, and another knife strapped inside the other boot. He held Ziva's body to his as he worked to pull down the covers of her bed to tuck her underneath. This wasn't easy, since one of his hands was cuffed in place. He managed to scoot the covers down and set her body on the sheets.
He lifted her torso and slipped her brown leather jacket off her shoulders. She wouldn't want to sleep in that. He undid her belt and pulled it free of her pants. He let his hands wander a bit and felt another thigh holster under her pants. Crazy chick. He pulled the thick pants down her legs. Sure enough she had another thigh holster with another back-up knife strapped to her leg. Tony laughed out loud. This was such overkill. She couldn't even reach this knife while wearing long pants. He pictured Ziva, sitting on the toilet with her pants down around her ankles, her hand on the knife at her thigh, just in case she came under siege while using the head. This was so Ziva. He gently tucked her under the covers.
He watched his little ninja start to snore and laughed at his situation. One of Tony's favorite Ziva fantasies involved him handcuffed to her bed. The version in his head had a very different ending, but hell, he'd do anything for her. He tucked himself in under the covers next to her and spooned her tiny body into his. He was uncomfortable with one of his arms pulled back behind him in the cuffs, but he'd rather hold her in pain than simply watch her in comfort. And he loved when she snored in his arms. He'd learned that in Berlin. Her snoring was tremendous, and had always driven Tony bananas. Until she'd slept in his arms that night in Berlin. That night, those noises coming from her tiny body were music to his ears. He tucked his nose into the crook of her neck and breathed her in. And the scent of Ziva sent his thoughts back to that night in Berlin…
Tony yawned, "I'm just gonna catch 40. And then get up, grab a bite, brush my teeth, take a shower, and then get dressed to go..." His exhaustion was overwhelming. He'd been so concerned with Ziva's well-being that he'd completely ignored his own. Now that she was safe in the hotel room, if only for a couple of hours, fatigue washed over him.
Ziva eyed him softly. "Naps tend to work better when you lay down…and stop talking." She let her gratitude show through the gentle tone of her voice.
"Okay." Tony moved to stand up from the bed and move to the couch.
"No, no, no." Ziva stopped him. "You stay there. I'll take the pull-out."
"Thank you," he breathed. He was so tired that he couldn't even move.
Ziva carried his garment bag to the closet and started to hang his suit.
"Are you seriously hanging up my clothes, sweet cheeks?" He teased her.
"That's very funny."
"What?" He feigned innocence.
"You do not think I remember when you called me that, mon petit pois?" Ziva purred back to him.
"Haha. Look at you…this proves it. I always knew you were the type."
"I am many things, Tony. A type…" she paused and thought, "not one of them."
"Yes you are." Tony pushed himself back to lie down. "You're the type who likes to hang up her man's clothes for tonight." His head fell heavy on the pillow
She laughed. "When I have a man, the favors I offer have little to do with clothes."
Caught off guard by her clear sexual innuendo, one of Tony's eyes shot open to study her. "That's good to know." He said cautiously. "Come on, you should get some sleep too." He encouraged her. He wouldn't be able to sleep if she was awake worrying.
She looked around nervously, and took a few moments before she decided to lie next to Tony on the bed.
"I cannot sleep." She told him.
"Last night, on the plane, when you were thinking about your dad, what was it?" He asked.
"A lot of things."
"We'll get Bodner tonight." Tony assured her.
"Thank you Tony." She smiled at him. "Thank you for respecting my 'Bodner Boundaries'." Tony smiled at her use of his earlier words from the plane. "No really," she emphasized wanting him to understand this went beyond the usual social protocol. "Thank you for this, for coming with me and not pushing me and respecting my privacy and…" It was becoming difficult for Ziva to find the words.
"So what's your history with Adam?" Tony pulled her back from her emotional thank you.
"Seriously Tony?"
"I think I should know. I mean this guy is providing us with Intel and I think your past relationship is relevant. Did you ever offer any 'favors' to him?" He tried to justify his question.
"Are you jealous?" she taunted him. "Adam is a very handsome man. Green is not a good color on you."
"No. I'm not jealous." He answered defensively. "I'm just looking out for you. I don't know that guy. He could be setting us up for all I know. You're like a…sister… to me. I just think it's relevant to know how well you know this Adam guy."
Ziva raised her eyebrows at Tony, "A sister?"
"Yes." Tony tried to make his voice sound believable.
"Really?" she challenged him. "Then it is a good thing you were an only child." Ziva felt the urge to play with him a bit, to torture him like she used to. "But I guess that is good to know because I really need to be held right now. Knowing that you can look at me like a 'sister' makes it okay for me to do this." Ziva rolled her body against Tony's and pressed into him.
Tony's body stiffened as she pressed up against him. He'd never had control of his body around her, and it instantly started to respond to her contact. "Did you set an alarm?" He asked, desperate to hide the growing tent in his pants.
"No."
Ziva pushed herself away from Tony and sat up to set an alarm. As soon as she was free of him Tony swung his legs from the bed and bolted away from her to the bathroom.
"Just got to run to the bathroom," he quipped. His words trailed behind him.
Tony came out of the bathroom happily readjusted in his pants. Now he was ready to play her little game. But Ziva was back in her head again. She was curled up in a ball facing away on the bed. She looked so small. Now all Tony wanted to do was pull her into his body, hold her, and promise everything would be okay. He stretched out on his back beside her. He'd prefer torture than seeing her in any bit of pain. But he was frozen beside her. He didn't know what to do.
"Tony." Ziva whispered. It sounded like a plea, which wasn't what Ziva had intended. She didn't know what she wanted or needed.
He rolled to his side and pulled her body back into his. He tucked her back flush up against his chest, slipped one arm beneath her head and wrapped the other around her body tugging her tight against him. He breathed hot onto her neck and held her even closer by bending at the waist and tucking her little ass right up against his solid erection. He enveloped her in a spoon of warmth, cocooning his body around hers. Games were over and she wouldn't mention what was pressing into her back.
Some of this story is from the episode 'Berlin'. Don't worry, sex is coming very soon. I won't make you guys wait long.