This is rated "M" for a reason.
Tony wanted to throw up as he watched Ziva flirt with Adam from his vantage point. He hated this plan. Unfortunately, there was no other way. Ziva sat across from Adam at dinner. After they finished, Ziva would let him take her back to his hotel room. They needed him alive. They needed information. She was the only one who could get in.
Like she'd read his mind, Ziva glanced to the place she knew he'd be watching and flashed him a quick grin. His girl was a rockstar. Adam placed his hand over Ziva's on the table. Tony was going to break each one of those bastards' fingers for touching her, but damn his baby was amazing.
He couldn't help the growl that escaped his lips when Ziva laid her head on his shoulder as she and Adam headed out of the restaurant. His arm went around Ziva's waist and he pulled her to him. Now, Tony grinned, he'd break that arm after he snapped each one of his fingers. But Ziva needed this, and Tony bucked up to help her get it.
Tony heard Adam's bones snapping with each step he took as he trailed them. Ziva rested her head on his shoulder as she walked and laughed at his jokes. She had Adam completely at ease. She let him hold her body tight against his. Yes, bones snapping.
The plan was pretty simple. Ziva would reapply her clear lip-gloss in the elevator and leave a smear next to the floor button Adam had pressed. She'd drop something small to lead Tony either left or right out of the elevator to follow them. Tony had to wait until Ziva had knocked Adam out to find out exactly which room they were in. He stood fuming in the hall for a few seconds until a door cracked open.
Tony saw the 'do not disturb' sign swinging from the doorknob. He knew Adam had hung it. Tony entered the room and walked straight up to Adam's unconscious form on the bed. He was seeing red. He lifted Adam's torso and cracked him in his jaw. He was careful to hit the side of his face. He didn't want Adam's teeth to cut his knuckles leaving any trace of his DNA on his gums.
"Tony. He's out." Ziva said the obvious. But he couldn't snap out of it. "Go cool off in the bathroom while I tie him up." Rage flicked across Tony's eyes. "I need to gag and restrain him. Go!" She pointed at the bathroom, commanding him to leave. He went, but she could tell he hadn't snapped out of his rage. Ziva tied and gagged Adam, and then made her way to the bathroom. Tony had splashed water on his face, but he paced back and forth. He punched the wall.
"Tony, you will hurt your hand." Ziva went to him and took his hand in hers.
"Yeah, that bastard's jaw got in my way. Is he made of metal?" Tony shook his hand in pain.
"No. He is only a man. And not much of one at that."
"He had his hands on you Ziva. That man drugged and raped you, and he just had his hands on you." Tony was on the edge of losing his cool.
"Kiss me." She ordered him. She pulled Tony's mouth to hers and melted into him.
Tony pulled away from Ziva just enough to speak to her. "I am going to snap every bone in his body that came in contact with you."
"Really?" She said with a coy smile. Why was this turning her on?
"And then," Tony pressed her against the sink counter, "I'll dislocate every joint." Tony pulled her body into his and Ziva's breath hitched.
She sat back onto the counter and wrapped her legs around Tony's waist. She used her legs to pull Tony into her. He paused. "Should this be so hot when I'm not the one bound and gagged on the bed?" He asked.
"I will buy rope for you tomorrow. And I will torture you for hours." She teased him. "We need some here in D.C. anyways. We left in such a rush that we forgot our ties in Cape May." She pulled him in for a hungry kiss. They heard Adam stirring in the next room as he started to come to. "No need to worry. He is not going anywhere. I know how to tie up a man." Ziva winked at Tony and pulled his mouth back to hers.
Tony hissed and pushed her skirt up. She'd insisted on wearing a sexy dress, but Tony had chosen her panties. They were the largest, and most conservative pair that he could find in her top drawer. Since Adam wouldn't see them, he justified. Tony slid them off and free of her feet. "Ziva, I need you now." He spoke loudly. This was undoubtedly for the benefit of Adam to hear, but it had the added bonus of driving Ziva crazy.
Ziva helped Tony undo his pants to free his erection. "Tony, please" she cried loudly. It was so erotic knowing they had a prisoner tied up in the next room.
"What do you want Ziva?" Again, said with far more volume than necessary.
"You. In me now!" She all but screamed. And when Tony thrust into her she cried out.
He picked her up, still latched around his waist, and held her up against the bathroom door so Adam could watch him thrust into her as she screamed for him.
"You like this, Ziva?" Tony asked her.
"Harder," she begged. Tony increased his speed.
A few hard thrusts and an audience was all it took for Ziva's eyes to roll back in her head as she moaned and came for him. Her body jerked and she gripped onto Tony, burying her head in the bottom of his neck. As Ziva panted in his arms Tony turned his head and caught Adam's eye.
"She's mine." It was a violent statement that Tony spat at him. "She chose me. She gave herself to me." Tony turned back and tenderly kissed up and down her neck, still rocking into her and drawing soft cries from her limp body.
Once they'd finished their little show, Tony carried Ziva out of Adam's sight, back into the privacy of the bathroom. "Having fun Ziva?" Tony teased her.
"As hot as that was, Tony. We have created quite a problem for ourselves." Tony gave her a questioning stare. "The plan was to leave him here in the room. But, now we have left our DNA everywhere."
Tony smiled at Ziva. "The plan has changed." He said. It was a simple, bold statement. She started to throb between her legs.
Ziva circled Adam like a hawk marking her prey. She grabbed Adam and used all the weight of her body to yank him across the bed. Adam's shoulder dislocated from the socket with a loud pop.
A slight smile played at her lips. "I guess I tied you too tight. Oops." She said with absolutely no hint of sincerity.
Tony came up behind Ziva and kissed her neck. She leaned back and dropped her head to the side to give Tony more of her neck. She purred for him. He took a seat on the bed next to Adam and pulled Ziva down to sit on his lap.
Tony let his hand delve under Ziva's skirt. She moaned for him. He positioned Ziva's legs away from Adam's eyes, so all he saw was a hand disappearing under the fabric. "Did you think you'd do this to her?" Tony spat out his words. Ziva moaned more urgently for him and rocked against his hand. Idiot, Tony thought as Adam's pants showed a bulge starting to appear. "Sweet cheeks, I do believe he's getting hard for you." Ziva's hand grabbed Adam's dick over his pants, and she twisted until he thrashed against his restraints, bugged his eyes, and tears began to spill out. Tony increased the speed he massaged Ziva and she begged Tony for more. She kept Adam in a vise-like grip. "She always feels so good for me." Tony said. "She wants me. You drugged and raped her." Ziva increased the torturous hold she had on Adam. "Ziva," he asked innocently, "do you want to fuck me again?"
As Ziva turned and straddled Tony, he adjusted her skirt cover Adam's view as Ziva worked to free Tony's cock. She lowered herself onto him with a sigh of relief. They were inches from Adam, and the second he dared get hard for Ziva, Tony planned on warning her so she could reach back and vice him in her hand. Ziva rocked against Tony with abandon and moaned unabashedly for him.
When Ziva increased her pace and intensity the piece-of-shit dared to get hard again. "Zee-zee." Tony cooed. Ziva reached back and took away any chance Adam would ever have to reproduce. She tightened her grip as she rode Tony harder and yelled for him. As she came again around him tears poured from Adam's eyes from the pain. Ziva collapsed against Tony and loosened her death grip on Adam. The relief on Adam's eyes incensed Tony's anger. He didn't let Ziva come down from her high. He looked Adam dead in the eye. "Watch how she comes again for me." Adam eyes flashed panic as one of Tony's hands went between Ziva's legs and she started panting and rocking onto him again. She gripped Adam back with unbearable intensity. Ziva screamed for Tony as her walls contracted and squeezed him. Tony bucked hard and let himself come with her. They took their time riding out their orgasm. Tony kept on rocking into Ziva and her moans turned to whimpers, then sighs. Tony picked Ziva up, sill clamped around his waist, and announced, "Let's get you cleaned up." He carried her into the bathroom.
They took a languid shower as Adam writhed in pain on the bed. Tony washed Ziva's skin. She wanted Adam's touch scrubbed off her. "Ziva," Tony teased her, "you do love an audience."
Ziva let out a snort of laughter. It was completely out of place for the time and situation. She smiled. She was still fighting off laughter when she told Tony, "We actually have a captive audience."
Tony brought one of his hands to his head and smiled at his crazy little ninja's joke. He looked back at her and the smile she was fighting to swallow. He gave up and laughed with her.
"Do not pretend you are not enjoying this." She teased back at him. "Once more? A grand finale?" She proposed.
They emerged from the bathroom in matching hotel robes. "Sweet cheeks," Tony cooed, "let's cover his face. I want to fuck you properly."
Ziva took the pillowcases off a few pillows and layered them hooding Adam's face. "Now," Tony leaned close to Adam's ear. "I want to property fuck my girl. Lie on your stomach. If you stay that way I might not let her tear off your balls." He smiled. Adam wiggled frantically onto his stomach as fast as his restraints, and his dislocated shoulder would allow. Tony pulled him to one side on the queen bed. Adam yelped at the pain of his shoulder.
"Z, come here and let me get that robe off." They fully planned on torturing this guy later, but had the room until the morning. Ziva loved an audience, and he wouldn't deny how much he was enjoying this. "So, wet for me." Tony announced. He lay on the opposite side of the bed from Adam. "Ziva, I know you love being on top. Come straddle me." Ziva jumped on the bed letting in bounce under her. "Good girl. Come here. Take me in." They were far past needing these verbal cues. This was all to torture the man beside then.
"Tony," Ziva all but yelled as he sat down on him. She smacked onto him hard enough to jolt the mattress.
"You set the pace." She took him with ruthless intensity. She was riding him bouncing the mattress far more than necessary. He helped her rock and bounce the mattress forcing their prisoner to struggle to keep from rolling toward them.
Tony stilled Ziva's hips and lifted her off of him. "Turn over." Ziva flipped onto her hands and knees. "Brace against the headboard." Ziva lifted her arms to the wooden headboard.
Tony slammed himself into her. He started to thrust sharply into her. Ziva's arms, braced onto the headboard, made it bang against the wall. This position created a lot of movement on the bed. "You have the most amazing ass." He slapped it, letting his hand create a clear cracking noise. "Do you want me to put a finger in it?"
Tony smiled as Adam stiffened. Clearly Adam had asked her to do this before. But she'd only let Tony have this.
"Yes. Please." Tony pushed a finger into her. Ziva yelled for him. "Oh God. More Tony, please." She begged.
"Not now. You feel too good. But I promise I'll have you there later."
"Promise me." She pleaded to him. Her words were so overdone in their intensity. Tony loved it.
"I promise. I'll do anything you want later. I'll have you everywhere." Tony took his finger out so her could reach hold her hips still. He upped his game, pounding into Ziva in the way that caused the most movement in the bed. "Am I hurting you?"
"Yes. But please do not stop. I like it."
Tony froze, stopping all movement. "No Ziva. Real men don't hurt women." His words carried all the venom he felt towards the man next to them.
He pulled out of her. "Turn over baby." Ziva flipped over will a bounce. Tony pressed himself inside of her. "You get tighter every time I have you."
"Tony, suck on me." She begged him. His mouth went to her breast. He sucked and smacked his lips, making as much noise as possible. Ziva yelled and moaned for him.
"Brace your arms on the headboard again." Ziva lifted her arms over her head and held on to the solid wood. Tony lifted one of Ziva's legs straight up and over his shoulder. He did the same with the other. He thrust into her with sharp intensity. The headboard thumped against the wall and the mattress moved along with them.
Ziva screamed his name as her orgasm exploded. Her eyes flashed wide before she squeezed them closed and screamed again. He hands left the headboard and gripped at the blanket beneath them. One of her arms whacked Adam's dislocated shoulder and he cried out in pain. Ziva's eyes snapped open with a smile as she came even harder, yanking Adam's arm as she continued to call out praise to Tony.
Tony fought off his own release as her walls pulsed and squeezed his cock. He had one last move planned. He only let Ziva's screams die down the slightest bit before he started to move in her again.
"No more Tony. It is too much."
"It's okay. It will feel good. I know you can handle it." He coaxed her. "Just let go. I've got you. Let go." As much theatre as this was Ziva's sensations were absolutely real.
Ziva was almost painfully sensitive, but she trusted his promise and relaxed into the moment. She came again and screamed for him. She lost her breath for a few moments when she clamped down so hard on Tony that every muscle in her body contracted.
"Fuck Ziva. Good girl. Let it go." He pulsed into her as she squeezed him in waves.
Ziva screamed and screamed as she came for Tony. It was all overdone. More porn than real life, but he loved it. This man deserved to die, and he deserved to suffer. He pressed deep into Ziva and brought her up again. She screamed bloody murder for him. The sounds may have been exaggerated, but their orgasms weren't. They were both shot to the moon with the intensity.
After both finally finished coming, Ziva continued to purr for Tony. It took a while until either of them could separate and stand up.
When they'd finished playing with Adam, Tony carried him into the bathroom and dumped him into the tub. Tony leaned back against the bathroom wall. This was Ziva's show. It was Ziva's idea to wear the bathrobes. That way they could walk out in their own clothes, blood free. She was so clever. His dirty little assassin.
Tony settled in comfortably against the wall. He was ready for a show. Ziva approached him. She took his arm and led him back in to the bedroom.
"Tony, I do not want you to watch." She told him.
"Why not?"
"You will not like what you see."
"If the plan is still to kill him, then I will very much like it." He paused. "What are you afraid of?" He saw the fear.
Ziva studied the carpet as she thought. Suddenly, she raised her eyes to Tony. "Do you think that people can change?"
"Yes. I believe people can grow and learn. Experiences, life, and love transform you. Growth is change."
"I have to become my old self to do this." She explained to him.
"There's nothing you need to hide from me. And not your past. Everything you've been through has made you the woman I love today." Ziva froze as the L-word slipped from Tony's tongue. "Yes. I love you." He said boldly again. "And I am okay with you not being able to say it back to me yet."
"To do what I need to. To go in there and be as ruthless as I need to be, one cannot go in there with love. To do this, to be that person, you can only feel hate."
"Then let's go get this over with." He lifted Ziva's hand and pressed his closed switchblade into her palm. "One last look back, and then we move forward."
Ziva approached Adam with her knife and brought it to his groin. His eyes bugged in panic. She used her knife to slice open each of Adam's pant legs. She cut directly down from below his belt to his feet. The knife cut through the fabric with ease.
Ziva spoke while she methodically sliced open the legs of his pants. "I know all about what you did. You helped Bodner plan my father's death. And then you held my hand while I buried him." Slice. "I thought you were so thoughtful to insist on staying with me that night. I told you that it was not necessary. But you insisted that I needed a true friend. You even helped me set up your bed on the couch." Another slice opened the first leg of his pants. "I had one single drink that night, the one you so generously brought to me." She spoke evenly, letting the sarcasm ring. "I woke up next to you without any memory. I believed you when you told me that I drank too much and came on to you. Then you just happened to be in Berlin." She sliced down his second pant leg. "You have been playing two sides. I am sure Bodner paid you well, but I bet someone else paid you even better. He probably promised you sanctuary in Iran. You should be careful who you trust. I learned that the hard way." Another long slice. "That man gave you up to Israel. That is why you fled here. But I have some more news. That man is now under the protection of the US government. You are being hunted here too." With that last word she sliced open the second ankle of his pants. The material fell free, exposing both of Adam's legs.
She then sliced open the crotch of his pants below the zipper, exposing his boxers. She worked slowly, in silence now, letting Adam suffer while her knife was so close to his cock. She made it clear what area she would focus her torture. It seemed fitting, considering he'd used that area to violate her.
"You know what I want. You will tell me everything." Ziva threatened. "I am going to remove your gag. I would prefer if you did not scream, but Tony and I have already established those noises coming from this room." She turned to Tony and blew him a kiss. Tony pretended to catch it in his hand with flourish. They could put on quite a show. "But if it becomes unreasonable I am going slice off your mangled dick." She positioned her serrated blade over his member. She started to remove his gag and Adam started to yell. She paused. "Naughty, naughty," she scolded as she pressed the tip of her knife into his skin. Red pooled around the tip of her knife. Adam shut up quickly. "You have hoards of people after you. I will kill you quickly. Would you like it to be quick?" Ziva drew the tip of her blade up and down his thigh leaving shallow red lines in his skin behind.
"What do you want to know?" This was a broken man, and they didn't even need to geld him first. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that she was going to kill him. The only question was how quickly she'd do it. Adam had known Ziva since she was a teenager. He had not seen this side of her in many years. Back then, she'd been a ruthless killer. She was different now. The old Ziva would have jumped into bed with him. He'd been her first. She'd lost her virginity to him back when she was 18 in a weapon's carrier. Adam started to talk. He spilled everything he knew. And he had a lot to say. A fast death was all he could hope for.
"Thank you, Adam. One last thing, why?" she asked the question she was never supposed to ask. "I do not care about the rest of it. I just want to know about that night in Israel. You did not need to do it. You had reestablished our friendship. You did not need to take it further. Why?"
"It was not my idea." He responded.
"But you knew me. You knew it was not necessary. You had everything you needed before you handed me that drink."
He couldn't help telling her. "I have been in love with you for all these years. I thought you simply didn't have it in you. And then you told me about him." Adam glanced at Tony. "You're in love with him. You wouldn't give it to me, so I took it."
"Thank you for being honest with me." She said, with the first hint of emotion in her voice. She brought her hand to Adam's cheek. She cupped his face in her palm and brought her face towards his. It almost looked like she was moving in to kiss him. She held her mouth inches from his. Her next words were almost wistful. "You were my first, and now you are my last. You are the last man who will ever use me." She slit Adam's throat and turned his head to bleed out into the drain. Her movement was almost beautiful in its precision. In a single fluid motion one hand moved up and the other pressed down. She didn't get a drop of blood on her. She stood up and closed the shower curtain. "I am done." The knife fell out of her hands and her legs gave out beneath her.
Tony caught Ziva as she went down. The knife fell out of her hand and hit the tile floor. It bounced once and the switchblade snapped shut. Ziva watched it settle on the floor. It shouldn't have closed from simply being dropped. But it did. The bloody blade had snapped back into the handle. The knife was no longer a knife. Tony held Ziva under her arms. She laughed once. "I am done." Then she burst into tears.
Tony lowered Ziva down and curled her into his lap. He held her and let her cry. She curled up against him and cried into his chest. She cried until her head throbbed and her eyes ached. She cried until she ran out of tears. And even then she stayed curled in Tony's arms.
"I am done." She told Tony when she found her voice. This," she gestured to the shower, "claims a piece of you each time. I am done, Tony. I am done killing. I want to make something…create something. I want something I have not had before. I want happiness, and I want to love." Her eyes asked the question her voice was afraid to.
"For you Ziva," Tony told her, "I'll leave it all behind. I'll become an accountant." He pulled her in to hold her.
"You are shit with numbers, Tony." They laughed into each other's arms. "I do not want you to stop doing what you love. I do not want to stop investigating crimes. But that part of my life," she inclined her head to the shower, "is over. That is the last crime I will commit. I do not want to be out in the field anymore. I do not want you out there either. Could you do that?"
"Yes. I can and I will. I love you." Tony held Ziva so he could look her in the eye. "I'm going to give you the life you deserve. We'll create something. But first, we need to call Gibbs and clean up this mess." He flashed her that DiNozzo smile.
Tony called Gibbs from the bathroom floor with Ziva curled in his lap. Captain Wayne sat with Gibbs in his basement waiting for news about the night. Gibbs told Tony to leave the body in the room. Someone would be sent to clean it up later.
"Yeah, boss." Tony started. "They're going to need to scrub the whole room. We made a little mess." Ziva heard Gibbs speak a few words to Tony through the phone. "No. That part is contained. It's the rest of the room that needs to be wiped. There may be some DNA left behind."
Gibbs actually laughed at the other end of the phone. "Whatever works, DiNozzo," is all he said.
"And Boss," Tony continued. "After we finish this, Ziva and I are done in the field." He smiled at Ziva as he told Gibbs. Now it was official.
"I know. This is your last play." Gibbs said obviously. Then he hung up. Only Gibbs could know the decision that Tony and Ziva had made before they'd even made it.
Tony hung up and wrapped his arms around Ziva. "I love you." He reminded her, just in case she'd forgotten in the last minute.
"I love you too." She spoke softly, but her words were bold.
His heart stopped. She said it to him. She told him. Here, sitting on the floor of a hotel bathroom next to the lifeless body of a man who'd drugged and raped the woman he loved, was the best moment of his life.
"Tony, will you help me? Will you take me home with you?"
"Of course. All you had to do was ask." He picked her up. He planned to take her away from this forever. "This looks like the place where tomorrow begins." He said to her.
"That is beautiful." She paused and looked at him. "Is that from a movie?" she asked him with a smile.
Tony's face split into a huge smile. She knew him so well. "Let's get out of here. Tonight, I get to pick the movie. We're watching Peter Pan."