Mesmerizing

A/N: Yes, another one. Your eyes have not deceived you. I hope that you'll enjoy this one. Written this one ages ago and found that it was half done, re-read it and told myself that this has to be posted and I hope you all agree, eventually. Got no idea where this idea came from, I guess I had allowed myself to let go and just write what is in my heart. Set in season 3 because I felt like it. Let me know if you wish for me to continue or to discontinue? Cause I have a funny feeling that I can leave this one as one-shot if that is your wish.

*Tiva*

Chapter 1: The Thanking

*Tiva*

A variety of thoughts and ideas were flashing by inside her mind, everytime she falls asleep she always has to have a certain member of her team members coming to haunt her dreams. Still new around NCIS and Ziva is yet to find a dull moment. Getting used to the idea of not being in control of her own future. Her father has always taken control of her future and never has he asked her if this is what she wants to do or to be. It hurts whenever Ziva reflects upon her strict father and the many rules he had placed before Ziva could even walk or talk. Grown up too fast, never been able to know what it is like to act like a child or even to show some compassion towards her fellow countrymen and women.

It may have been only four months since she became a liaison officer in NCIS, but already she is beginning to warm up to these people. Going to be a slow process of actually letting people in and to allow her co-workers to see a side of her, which Ziva is yet to unleash and show the world. The past event of the last couple of months have been very hard, the death of her once beloved brother and then she has been shipped back to America. The very country where her brother had shown his true colours and that of discovery the awful truth about her father. So much to digest and it is making her uneasy.

Then came something completely different had occurred in between those last few months. She went undercover with Tony DiNozzo and together they were to act like a married assassins, guess that is why she can't shake him out of her dreams. The kiss and it didn't even taste or feel like a fake kiss. It felt real.

Gotten her first taste of Tony DiNozzo and now she wants more.

Ziva David has finally found something to be addicted to.

After the whole undercover business was over everything went back to normal – not so. Ziva feels different almost as though she had changed.

Now as she stands underneath the shower head and the spray of water coursing its way down her body, her thick luscious hair feeling rather heavy as it gets wetter. Rubbing in the body wash, to cleanse herself from the germs she might have picked up. Her mind always wandering a way on her whenever she thinks about Tony DiNozzo and the many reasons why she could be attracted to him. He may have been blessed with the good looks and a great masculine body, but he is also a womaniser.

Always has a new flavour every week. True she felt the strings of attraction when she first met him, when he was still mourning the loss of his former partner. Then as she got to know him slightly better there has been a few moments when Ziva felt revolted by the idea, but now she can't get him out of her head. Everywhere she walks, everytime she breathes, and everything else she does has been affected by Tony.

Not sure if it is a good thing in the first place to feel attracted towards a womaniser with a great smile.

Better to finish of this shower before the hot water runs out and so she does.

Tony had rescued her. perhaps this may be just the beginning of something huge and it may just as be exciting at the same time.

Thinking back to that rescue . . .

*Ziva's Flashback*

It happen all too fast for Ziva to come up with a coherent thought or an understanding of how it had happen to begin with. One moment her hands were gripping on a fire-escapes ladder and next moment she soon finds herself to be falling. Landing in a pair of strong arms, hearing an 'oomph' from the owners mouth as her saviour lands heavily onto the hard concrete pathway below.

Taking in deep breaths. Hearing the sound of her heroes' heartbeat thumping unsteadily in his chest. The sounds of people rushing and calling out their names.

"Ziva, Tony!" She hears the sound of Gibbs her new team leader calling out her name and her saviours name.

Carefully Ziva crawls out of Tony's strong arms, standing up on a pair of unsteady legs. Her knees feel like they were about to buckle. Turning around on her unsteady legs to see if it actually is Tony, who had saved her from a nasty fall and it was Tony. Her eyes were firmly locked onto his dancing green ones, she was shocked to have found Tony sitting back up straight.

"God lord," Ziva hears the kindly voice of Ducky the medical examiner has shown her true kindness these past few months, her eyes were still locked on to Tony's. "Are you all right Ziva?"

"I'm fine Ducky," Ziva has found the strength to pull away from Tony to find Ducky's kind face scrunched up in concern for them both.

Both Gibbs and McGee were helping Tony to be back on his feet.

"What happened?" Gibbs asks either one of them.

"I was taking some of the crime scene photos as you had previously asked and the next thing I noticed was Ziva trying to climb that fire-escape over there," Tony begins his side of the story of what had just occurred a few minutes ago. "She was struggling and well you all know what happened next. I caught her end of story."

Ziva could see that Tony was struggling internally either mask an physical or emotional injuries, which he could be struggling with and he doesn't want show the pain on his face, but Ziva could see flecks of pain shining through his dancing eyes. She'll be going over to his place once they have wrapped up this case and perhaps thank him or to see if he was really injured in the fall. Never before had someone come to her aid and live to tell the tale.

"Are you both capable of doing your jobs?" Gibbs was grateful that no one was injured.

"More then capable, boss," and with that everyone goes back to do what they were originally doing.

Watching Tony carefully as he walks carefully back to the NCIS issued truck. Something unimaginable was stirring in her mind, body and heart. Taking over her and that was when Ziva realised that it wasn't just any odd feeling, but it is scaring her also.

*Ziva's Flashback Ends*

Was that little incident telling Ziva something? Turning of the taps when an idea had just popped inside her head. No more pretending Ziva has decided to go over to Tony's place.

What ever transpires tonight must be kept a secret for both their sakes, that is everything goes to plan.

*Tiva*

Tony was just about to hop into the shower when he had heard someone knocking on his door and they didn't sound hesitant. The fall from catching Ziva earlier that morning had knocked a lot out of him, only glance once at his back through a mirror to see the damage done to his back. A decent size laceration could be seen and it hurts, not that Tony will be going to tell anyone or show anyone that he is hurting. DiNozzo's don't show that kind of weakness in front of anyone. Quickly grabbing a pair of slacks and his bathrobe, because it will feel soft against his back.

"I'm coming!" Tony yells when the person behind his door knocked again. "Can I. . ." breaking off when he sees his breathtaking partner standing outside his door. "Ziva, what brings that sexy butt of yours to this side of the town?"

"I came to see if you are all right Tony," her exquisite eyebrows had risen a notch and Tony could see a strange look shining through her chocolate coloured eyes. "May I come in please?"

Stepping to one side to allow Ziva to pass. His eyes immediately had fallen to her backside as she passes him, not even missing the all knowing smirk upon her stunningly beautiful face. After coming to the realisation that Ziva isn't just attractive, but she is also the most beautiful woman Tony has ever had the pleasure of meeting. Even more beautiful then his former partner Kate and that was before his eyes had fallen upon a true beauty. Ziva is everything that Kate wasn't, true Tony had a small crush on Kate. That crush had soon turned sour. Kate was more like the annoying cousin that you couldn't help but to love unconditionally at the same time. With Ziva it is a completely different deal all together.

"You can stop looking at my donkey now, Tony?" Snapping out of his revere when his eyes had become locked onto Ziva's gorgeous chocolate eyes.

"I'm fine, seriously Ziva I am-"

"You are not fine Tony and I am certain that Gibbs doesn't believe that you are fine also," Ziva manages to say when her tongue had become unstuck, it was all Tony's fault for being so damn hot in the first place. "I also came so I can thank you properly without an audience near by or I will never hear the end of it."

Closing the door and then he leads Ziva in the direction to the couch. Something foreign is happening or is only just beginning to take flight.

"Just be glad that you had me to catch you," Tony sits down on the couch.

"I am glad," Ziva caught the way Tony had flinched as he sat down. "Take off that robe," it was more a command rather then a question. "I want to see the damage done to your back and don't you dare tell me that you are 'fine'. You are clearly in some kind of pain."

"Why are you going to kiss the pain away to make it all better?" Tony teases Ziva, even though secretly he would really very much like to have Ziva to kiss him anywhere where her lips could reach.

"Only if you take that robe off?" Helping Tony to take the bathrobe off and Ziva couldn't help but to stare at his bare chest. "I would have thought that you be all fat, considering the amounts of junk food that you eat."

"Like what you see Ziva David?" The air in the apartment was beginning to feel thick and heavy with the unresolved tension.

Never knew what had possessed Ziva to raise one of her hands and then to extend her arm. Her hand is now running its way down Tony's powerful forearm, not so much as powerfully build with overlapping muscles alike. Ziva was meant to be focusing on Tony's back, not his arm. Mesmerizing, is the word that could describe the way her hand is drawing circles or the figure eight in his skin.

Raising her eyes to focus on Tony's own.

It was so mesmerizing, so mysterious, and it was so many other things that could describe the feelings rumbling through her body. There is just something about Tony that drives Ziva wild, it is almost like filling up a void in her heart. That is what it could feel like, Ziva would never know. Never had the experience where the man allows Ziva to have a piece of his heart. Could that man be Tony DiNozzo, whose reputation of being a womaniser is so renown.

"I thought you were going to check my back?" Tony's voice cracks with emotion.

"I thought so too," her eyes were still locked onto Tony's.

Something magnetic, something so powerful sowed their lips together. They are partners and there are rules against this kind of thing. Not even rules could put a hold on the magnetic force field. It wasn't just magnetic, but it was also magical at the same also. Breaking apart before the kiss could turn more passionate or to allow the kiss to take them further then a kiss.

"Where did that come from?" Was the first thing to pop out of Tony's mouth.

"Why? Was it not good enough for you, Tony?" Ziva raises one of her eyebrows in a seductive manner, well aware that she almost sitting right on top of Tony.

"No, it was magnificent," Tony answers truthfully with one of his hands resting firmly on Ziva's hip, while the other was tangled up Ziva's hair. "Much better then the one when we were undercover."

"Much," Ziva could feel her heart beating wildly in its cage, wanting to break free and to be set loose. "I came here to see if you were all right and to say thank you. That wasn't originally apart of-"

"Do you regret kissing me, Ziva?" Tony shifts his hold on Ziva and allowing her the freedom to move away from him or to move closer then they are originally are.

Without any thought on the matter, Ziva moves to straddle Tony's hips. Feeling his hardened length grazing against the juncture of her legs.

"It is quite clear to me that you do not," moving her hips so she was sitting dead centre, right on top of Tony's hard member straining against his sweat pants. "Do I excite you that much, Tony? To have my body pressed up against yours, to have me close by is enough to get you very excited. Is it not, Tony?"

Grinding her hips roughly against Tony's, hearing him groaning out her name in pure pleasure.

"So this is a way for you to thank me," Tony places his hands on both of her hips this time to keep her in place and to have to cease her teasing. "To have your naughty ways with my body?"

"Another anatomy of yours is agreeing with my naughty ways, is that what you are now calling it?" Ziva entwines her legs around Tony's hips and through the gap between he and the couch.

Causing Tony to hiss all of a sudden, when one of her legs bumped against the laceration on Tony's back. Bringing Ziva back to the main reasons why she had really came to be here in the first place. The hiss was a good indicator of Tony hiding something painful from them all.

"What was that?" Ziva then takes one of her hands away from where it was resting, on Tony's shoulder, and then have it to caress Tony's back.

"A groan of desire," Tony had felt his fiery passion burning out the moment he saw Ziva take her hand away from his back and then to hold it in front of his eyes.

There was blood staining her fingertips, not thick and heavy blood, but whether or not it was thick and heavy. It was still blood and Ziva was clearly worried enough about him to show her worry lines creasing her forehead.

Disentangling herself from Tony.

"Turn around, Tony?" Ziva demands of him, disgusted with herself for not treating Tony with the proper care first, before she jumps into Tony's lap and to have her way with him.

Silently with out saying a word, minus the sigh of giving in to Ziva's demand. Ziva only means well and it isn't like she was going to poke his back with a red hot poker, just because he had gotten hurt. Instead she will be showing real and tender care for him. That is one thing Tony will not be able to handle in a few minutes, never has he been comfortable around anyone showing compassion, pity and anything else that goes along with those two things. Always been given a sure beating for just getting hurt.

"I'm going to call Ducky-"

"No don't go calling Ducky, not at this time of the night," Tony cuts Ziva off when he couldn't take it anymore. "Its not like I am dying. When I appear to be dying, then you can go off and call Ducky to assist me."

"Fine," Tony's dancing green eyes were now guarded, even from her careful gaze. "Do you have anything that will clean and soothe your wounds, oh and some bandages as well might be handy?"

"Yeah I do," Ziva gets off the couch, still keeping her eyes locked onto Tony's. "In the bathroom cupboard."

"I'll be back in a minute."

Grazing her fingers longingly against Tony's jaw line, before she goes off to find something to clean and soothe Tony's wounds. As well as some bandages.

Leaning forward to place a chaste kiss upon his lips, as quickly as it came or was originally meant to be it had soon turned passionate before either of them could think. Not knowing what things could mean for either of them after all of this, is not either of them wants to think about right now.

Not long after Ziva had broke of the kiss, Tony had found himself watching her. As she sashays into his bathroom with all the grace and confidence that some women take years to achieve or even to succeed in doing.

*Tiva*

"There you go, almost as good as old," Ziva says after wrapping the last piece of the bandage around Tony's lean and very muscular looking body.

"New, as good as new, Ziva and thank you," Tony doesn't know what to say that could help repay the kindness Ziva has just shown him. "You didn't really have to come all the way to check up on me-"

"But, I did come," placing one of her hands on top of Tony's, placing her fingertips around Tony's hand to caress the skin of his palm. "It is the only way I could think of that can help me to express my thanks better. You are a good person Tony."

"I thought you liked bad boys?" Smirking at Ziva, his eyes were teasing Ziva once again and that is what had drawn Ziva to Tony in the first place.

Not their undercover assignment, but it's the ability Tony has perfected so well. The ability to smile in any occasion no matter how gruesome the occasion could be, despite the past hurts Tony has obviously received, and he would be smiling that ear splitting grin at the other end.

Ziva has soon found her lips locked in an endless battle with Tony's, well her tongue was included in the battle for dominance also. Remembrance of rule twelve and the consequences that could come out of it, was shoved out of their minds. Being replaced with another thought entirely, the idea about taking off each other's clothes of for a start.

*Tiva*

A/N 2: Well shall I continue or not? That decision I shall leave to you to decide. Hoped you all like it enough to press that button with Review written on in and is in bottle green writing so it isn't very hard to miss.