A/N: Enjoy your chapter 14!
Chapter 14
Fumbling with his things as he enters the bullpen, Tony hastily places his badge and firearm into the drawer while his backpack lays next to his chair. Instant relief floods through him when the higher ranked agent arrives literally minutes after his own arrival. Tony thanks the Gods that allow him to be present before his boss. Or so he thinks. "Dinozzo, where the hell were you?"
Tony grimaces as cold blue eyes cut through him. "Won't happen again Boss," he promises.
"It better not." Gibbs pauses to take a sip of his coffee. "Go up to MTAC. McGee will brief you on the case," Gibbs orders before entering the elevator. And of course, Tony doesn't ask where the older man is going.
Scanning his eyeball and entering the confined room, McGee turns to face the senior field agent. He welcomes him with a mischievous smirk. "The man of the hour has finally arrived."
Tony glares. "For your information, McSarcastic, it was the traffic." He looks around only to notice his partner isn't with them. "Where's the probie, probie?"
Turning his attention back to the computer, McGee replies, "Getting us coffee. She'll be back soon, I think."
Tony cringes. "I hope she gets stuck in traffic. I mean, I never liked her. That woman does not know what personal space is." McGee chuckles.
"I don't know. I like her," the younger agent says. "But yeah, I agree with the personal space thing. It's not that hard to notice."
A knock on the door stops the two from continuing their conversation. McGee, being closest to the door, shuffles his way to open it. A loud, familiar and very irritating noise make both men cringe. "I'm back! Did you miss me?" Portia says as she raises her eyebrows suggestively. Scanning the room, she finds what she was looking for. Her eyes set on Tony's. "Oh and you're here! You know.. I was hoping we could have talked longer when I called you last night.."
Tony rolls his eyes as he finds a seat farthest from her. Portia dismisses his reaction and hands then their warn beverages. Stealing a seat next to Tony, she snuggles as close as she can. Tony clears his throat and immediately stands up, moving quickly towards McGee, who, laughs discreetly.
By noon, Tony is all caught up on the case. Two marines were found dead outside a bar with traces of cyanide in their mouths. No leads. no suspects. And most of all, Gibbs is angry. Very angry. If Tony got a dollar for every time his boss' hand made contact with the back of his head, Tony swears he would be rich.
Forgetting to call Ziva that he was unable to meet her for lunch due to the case, the elevator dings and out she comes, still looking as beautiful as she always is. Her radiant smile makes his breath hitch in his throat, his lips part a little.
"You are staring," she comments at his current state, fixed on her exotic beauty.
He gulps. "Well, you're a very beautiful lady," he teases. Eyes flickering to her lips. Unbeknownst to him, those words make her shiver. He does have that effect on her.
Ziva continues, "I wanted to see your partner."
Tony's eyes light up with amusement. "Ah, yes. Somehow I have forgotten about that. She should be here soon." They both smile ludicrously. "Oh and really, as much as I would love to see two women fighting, I would probably have to leave because Gibbs would not want me condoning this type of behavior." Tony smirks at Ziva while she playfully hits him on the shoulder.
On cue, Portia Addison enters the bullpen. Her hips swaying specifically for Tony. However she stops as she sees a woman in front of his desk. "Who is this? My competition?" she asks, unaware of their history.
Ziva turns around and examines her. She seems like his type, minus her choleric personality. Ziva scoffs. "Who are you?"
Portia stands in front of Ziva with her head held high. "Portia. Or Agent Addison if you wish. I am Agent Dinozzo's partner."
Ziva smiles slightly and thinks maybe this woman is not as bad as Tony says she is. He may just be overreacting. Ziva extends her hand for a proper handshake however, Portia brushes off the gesture and retreats to her desk. Giving Ziva a you're-not-welcome-here-and-I-don't-like-you look as she does so. Ziva raises her eyebrows in contempt. "I am sorry, did I miss something?"
Portia flickers her eyes to Tony, who, is not paying any attention to the two women and their conflict. She whispers callously, "Stay away from him. He's mine."
The former agent narrows her eyebrows in amusement as she realizes she has been challenged. "Excuse me?"
Portia smirks devilishly as she continues. "You heard me. Now please get out of my bullpen."
Tony coughs awkwardly as he hurriedly heads to the elevator. Presumably to get away from the two women's rising dispute.
Ziva steps towards Portia. "You will have to make me because for one thing, he is my boyfriend. Not yours nor will he ever will
be." As Portia is taken aback from Ziva's sudden words, she raises her hand back and throws her hand forward as hard as she could. With her ninja senses, Ziva quickly takes Portia's hand and twists it in the way that brings amusement as she hears Portia whimper.
Portia's soft cries are quickly seized as Gibbs nears them. Regaining her voice, Portia untangles herself and leans into Ziva as she whines,"My boss will kick your ass. You better get out of here."
Gibbs enters the bullpen, coffee in hand. By the look of his face, Ziva can tell he is infuriated from the case - or lack of it.
Ziva turns around and welcomes Gibbs. His eyes narrow as Portia's expression sours. They know each other? To her complete surprise, he acknowledges his former agent. "Ziva, what are you doing here?"
"I-"
Gibbs adds, "and what did you do to Portia?"
Zive walks slowly over to him. "She was bothering me."
Gibbs half smiles,"Well that's no excuse to hurt her. What did she do to piss you off anyway?"
"She tempted me Gibbs. You know I do not like to be tempted."
"Still no excuse," he states, returning to his desk before Ziva has time to explain. Nodding to Portia, Gibbs says, "Go get something to eat. You'll be needing it."
Portia relaxes slightly as she grabs her things, scowling at Ziva as she makes her way to the elevator.
"So she actually said to back off and that I was hers?"
Ziva nods. "Yes. I have to admit, you are right, she is very annoying."
Tony plops his elbows on the table in the break room, smiling like a complete idiot. "If Gibbs allows us to go home early, I'll call you for dinner?" Tony takes a small sip of his beverage before continuing. "Before I forget, I have to thank you for doing whatever you did to her. Seriously."
Ziva agrees to these plans as Tony smiles. The urge to touch her increases the longer he stares at her. At last, he places a hand on her cheek, pulling her in for a kiss. However, Ziva stops right above his lips for a moment, teasing him. "Well I am your girlfriend after all." He laughs as he brings her mouth closer to his, sealing their lips with a sensual kiss. Hearing her say the word girlfriend could not make him feel as ecstatic and overwhelmed as he already is by these emotions. Those times where he wakes up and she is in his arms - the thought of finally being together after all those years makes him proud of himself. They got past their demons. As hard as it is to have accepted life without her, that difficult journey with her absence was all worth it because now he has her. In the end, she's here with him. They're together.
A noise disrupts their embrace as the two pull back, frantically reaching into each other's pockets, trying to find the source of the ringing. Pressing the answer button, Tony begins to talk, mouthing his apologies to partner. "Yes Boss. On my way."
He turns to Ziva as locks his phone and returns it to his pocket. "McGee made a break in the case, so I have to go." Tony presses a light peck on her cheek before he leaves.
Shortly after his exit from the break room, Ziva, being caught in the midst of thinking, becomes lulled back to reality as her cellphone startles her. A rapid buzzing noise coming from her pants. "David."
A voice gasping for air fills her ears. Immediately, she could feel her heart stop in her chest as she straightens her back. For a moment, Ziva sits still but regains her composure. "Helen?"
A/N: oh no.. what'll happen to Helen? Anyways, keep doing following, favoring, and reviewing! Ya'll mean so much to me! (if you have any questions or anything, feel free to message me on tumblr too! (dinozzojunior)
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