AN: Sorry dudes, last chapter! I would have done two more, but I just don't have the time, and I always need to finish something once I've started it! I would have liked to have made this fic really long, but I'm not going to have computer access for two months starting tomorrow, so that would have been a bit of a challenge. Enjoy this!! Please, please review J

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Tony sat in the back of the cab, mulling over the events of the past hour. His thoughts were interrupted by the cab driver's voice.

"So.. Uh, if you don't mind me asking, were you just at a "naked" themed party, or taking part in an orgy…. maybe a porno?"

Tony stared at him incredulously.

Wow, cabbies just keep getting politer and politer.

"Yeahhhh, I was in a porno. It's called "The adventures of the big D in the land of crazy Israeli chicks and rude cabbies." It's a stunner, really."

The cab driver nodded, "Noted. I'll be sure to rent it when it comes out."

What a freak! Thanks for this Ziva.

He was only too relieved when the cab driver dropped him off at home. Fortunately, his neighbour's cat was the only living thing that witnessed the entry of Anthony Dinozzo clad only in his birthday suit into his nice apartment building.

I guess that the security cameras can see me too… isn't the guy that's monitoring them going to have a field day!

Once inside his condo, he walked over to the couch and sat down. He needed to think… really think. He was still having trouble believing that what had just happened, had in fact just happened. Was it true that his partner had just seduced him into nudity and then shoved him out her front door like he was a cheap stripper?

Yep, that's true.

The part that he was having trouble digesting was the fact that she had felt this to be just retribution for his prank at the bar that night.

Trust an Israeli Mossad agent to inflict torture where it isn't due..

And then he remembered it. The game of never- have-I- ever, and the look that had crossed her face when he said, "Never have I ever hidden my feelings from a co-worker." He frowned. That must have really hit her hard. Really hit her hard.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

He played the night back in his head. Like any good criminal investigator, he wasn't about to go to sleep before he'd solved his case. Plus, he was sober enough now to reflect on things in a reasonable manner. She'd driven him to her place, and then they'd gone inside, and she'd kissed him…

No, rewind Tony, rewind!

He'd kissed her.

Shit!

He'd kissed her because she'd been standing there in the moonlit room with her eyes sparkling and her lips waiting and her hair wild. And, it had felt like the right thing to do. God, had it felt like the right thing to do. And then they'd kissed more and it had been mind blowing, the type of kissing that sets your whole body on fire. Then, he'd taken off her shirt, and she'd taken off his and his pants, and then he'd whispered, "Do you want to move this into the bedroom?"

Shit! Dinozzo! Can't you ever keep it in your pants??

He couldn't have been willing to do that. He couldn't have been willing to sleep with Ziva, right then and there, with drunken desire as his only motivation. But he had been willing. And if it was all true (though he still wasn't sure if he believed it) and she was in love with him… then, no wonder. No friggin wonder.

You had that one coming Dinozzo.

He was embarrassed, so unbelievably embarrassed. How could he have done that? How could he have been so incredibly insensitive? He wouldn't be able to look her in the eye tomorrow morning, he would have been able to if it was anyone else, but not Ziva. He respected her too much, loved her too much.

What? Love?? No, no, no. Not the crazy Israeli chick, it can't be true.

But when he closed his eyes, she was there. She, with her boldness and her passion and her biting sarcasm.

Shit, Dinozzo. That took long enough.

He sighed and laid back on his couch. He would fix this tomorrow, if it could be fixed.

He fell asleep then, naked except for socks, on his couch, with the image of Ziva's sad expression as she watched him walk away from her branded in his mind.

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When Tony entered NCIS the next day, he was surprised to see McGee and Ziva both working calmly at their prospective desks.

What? Where's the teasing and mockery??

Tony walked over to McGee's desk.

"Ok Probie.. What's it going to be, some crack about being surprised that I could find my clothes this morning? Some comment about how those three hot chicks that saw me last night must be blinded for life?"

McGee looked up at him, confused, "What?"

"Maybe some remark about how I should spend my time super gluing my clothes to my body, instead of your face to your keyboard? What? Come on now, hit me with your best shot!"

McGee stared at him blankly, "Speaking of glue.. Have you been sniffing it again?"

Tony frowned.

No mockery? Huh?

He turned around to Ziva. She was sitting quietly at her desk. She hadn't looked up since he entered.

No gloating? No "victory is mine"?

He walked over to his partner, and gazed at her until she looked up.

"What do you want Tony?" she asked tiredly. She looked exhausted. Like she hadn't slept.

"I-uh…"

He squatted down so that he was at eye level with her.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry…" he murmured.

Her head snapped up and her eyes pierced his, "Sorry for what?" she asked, her heart speeding up as she said it.

"My- er… behaviour last night. It wasn't very gentlemanly of me. Mind you, yours wasn't very ladylike either," he answered with a grin.

Ziva smiled, "I accept your apology. Call it equal?"

Tony grinned, "Call it even, Zee-vah. And, to make up for how rude I was last night…."

Come on Tony, spit it out.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight?" he blurted the words out rather ungracefully.

Jesus Tony, it's like your in middle school again, asking out the hot girl in the grade above you.

Ziva stared at him. She hadn't been over to his place for dinner in a really long time.. And he'd never actually formally invited her before…

Tony! It must be another prank!

"Ha!" she replied, with a snigger, "Did you really think that I would fall for the nice- act? You want me to come over tonight, so you can get me back! I knew deep down that you would never let me win…it is not in your nature to be satisfied with being inferior."

Tony frowned, "No, honestly Ziva… I swear to you, I'm not planning a prank."

"What are you planning then?" Ziva asked, raising an eyebrow.

"A date?" Tony replied, in as casual a tone as possible, given the circumstances.

Ziva felt her face turn bright red. Could this be real?

"A- a date?" she stuttered, in an attempt to insure that she had heard him properly.

Tony grinned, "Yeah, why? Do you have a problem with that Zee-vah?"

Do I have a problem with that??

Ziva shook her head dumbly. Then, reassuming composure, she said with a wink, "But, if this does turn out to be a prank, remember that I am a trained assassin."

Tony chuckled, "How could I forget?"

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That night, after dinner, and movies… and some incredible, highly cathartic sex, Tony held Ziva close to him. He'd never pegged her as the type that would like to be held, but she wasn't resisting in the slightest.

Ziva sighed peacefully. So, this was what it felt like to experience a great, painful burden being lifted. For the first time after sex in her life, she had wanted to be held, wanted it fervently. Turning around and resting her head on Tony's chest, she murmured drowsily, "I honestly can't believe that you let me win."

Tony chuckled and replied, his voice laden with meaning, "I wouldn't say that Ziva. I'd say that we've both won." He reached down and squeezed her hand. She, understanding, leaned over and kissed him passionately on the lips.

"I have to use the washroom, I'll be back in a minute," Ziva whispered. He grinned, watching her gorgeous naked form retreat into the bathroom.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

He heard a shriek, abruptly followed by a, "Tony, I am going to kill you!!"

Ha! David- 2, Dinozzo- 2.

He couldn't resist. He'd put saran wrap on the toilet seat.

Fini