Gibbs was the first one up, as usual. He went downstairs and made himself a cup of coffee, and then back upstairs to pack his clothes. He was done in about five minutes, because, unlike the rest of his team, he didn't pack enough clothes for three months. And now they even had more, after shopping with Abby. He put his bag by the door and climbed the stairs again. He walked into the first room, his intent to wake the girls. He stopped when he realized that only one girl was in the bed. He turned and looked out of their room door, across the hall at the other. He silently walked over and walked in, finding McGee up and packing his suitcase.
"Um, morning boss." McGee said. He zipped up his suitcase and stood up to his full height.
"You seen Tony?" Gibbs asked, pointing to the senior field agent's bed.
"Nope. Figured he slept with Ziva." Gibbs only glared at him. "I meant in the same bed, boss." Gibbs stood up and walked out of the room. "So, where is he?" McGee asked.
"Don't know. Be ready to go in half an hour." McGee suddenly had an image of one Anthony DiNozzo running down the tarmac in effort to catch the plane that was leaving him. He grinned at the thought.
Gibbs went across the hall to wake Abby. It wasn't hard, due to the fact that Gibbs told her she could have a Caf-Pow! soon. She packed her suitcases and met McGee out in the hall. She grinned, "Morning Timmy!" She said happily.
"Morning." McGee replied.
"So I'm gonna need yours and Tony's help with those." She pointed to the pile of bags that sat in her room, filled to the brim with clothes. McGee groaned. "So where is Tony?" Abby asked. McGee shrugged.
"I don't know." Abby chuckled.
"Then you better get started, Timmy." She said. McGee looked at the pile of bags again. He let out a sigh as Abby disappeared downstairs. He sighed and walked into the room, looping each of his fingers through a bag.
"Ten bags down, two million to go." McGee mumbled.
"Morning Gibbs." Abby said happily. She then looked around the room. "Where's Ziva?" Gibbs only shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. He sat down his coffee and called up the stairs.
"McGee!" McGee walked to the top of the stairs and looked down at the silver-haired man.
"Lets get these bags in the car." McGee let out a deep sigh.
"But I just..." He stopped. It was pointless. He was officially the bag boy. "On it." Gibbs walked out of the front door, coffee in his right hand, a suitcase in his left. He walked to the car, and began to open the door when he stopped.
There lay Tony, naked, holding Ziva, naked. Gibbs let out a sigh. He briefly thought about driving them to the airport, just like that and make them suffer. He slammed the car door shut and went to the trunk placing his suitcase in. He left the trunk open, and he left Tony and Ziva laying there as he went back inside. He gathered all the suitcases, including Tony and Ziva's, and the results of Abby's shopping spree.
"This is the last one..." McGee started as he walked past the backseat of the car. "Um...boss? I found Tony and Ziva." Gibbs looked at him.
"Yeah, I know, McGee."
"Well shouldn't we wake them?" Gibbs slammed the trunk closed, it shook the entire car as he did so. "You're handling it." McGee said. He hurried back up the stairs and into the house.
Tony quickly opened his eyes, realizing that the earthquake he just felt wasn't a dream. He then realized where he was and what he was wearing. "Oh shit." He mumbled. Ziva stirred on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her tighter. "No Ziva, don't sit up. Gibbs." He said quietly. He was now feeling around the car for a shirt. Ziva groaned. Gibbs opened the door and Tony looked up at him.
"Get dressed." Was all he said. He slammed the door shut, leaving Tony and Ziva alone. Tony stopped the search for clothes and rubbed his face with his hands. Ziva sat up on Tony and looked around.
"What happend?" She asked.
"We fell asleep. No, we didn't just fall asleep. We fell asleep in the nude." Tony said, and couldn't help but grin. Ziva scoffed.
"I told you we should have went back in last night." She pulled on her bra and then Tony's shirt, which was still damp. She then started the search for her panties. She finally found them, and how they ended up on the front dashboard, she didn't know. Before she reached for them, she turned to Tony. "We are so dead." She commented. She then reached for them and Tony watched her.
"Yeah. But last night?" He asked. She quickly slipped them on and added her shorts. "Totally worth it." He said. Ziva rolled her eyes and got out of the car, leaving naked Tony in the backseat alone. He got dressed and got out of the car and met up with Ziva. They walked in together and Gibbs stood in their way, blocking any chance they had to escape. Abby and McGee stood behind him, the grin never leaving their faces. When Gibbs still didn't say anything, Abby hooked her arm into McGee's.
"Come on McGee, lets go make sure we got everything from the basement." She said and pulled him down the stairs.
"You know that's a rental, right?" Gibbs asked. Tony and Ziva only looked at each other. Gibbs spoke again. "You two couldn't have waited until we were back in DC?" Tony couldn't help but grin.
"Nope." He said. He and Ziva both felt a hard headslap. Gibbs walked around him and started out of the door.
"We're leaving in 10." He said.
"That doesn't give us much time to pack, boss." Tony said.
"You're already packed, DiNozzo." Gibbs replied. Tony looked down at his wardrobe. A damp, dirty pair of blue jeans and green polo. He groaned.
"How am I supposed to change?" He whined. Abby and McGee were now standing with them.
"I know how you can change." Abby said happily.
"How?" Tony asked.
"Follow me!" She said. She ran up the stairs and into her and Ziva's room. There on the bed lay clean clothes for both Tony and Ziva. Tony grabbed Abby by the shoulders and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"Bless you, Abby." He said.
"Well I figured you two were...off somewhere, and I assumed that you wouldn't have clothes. I was right." She said and then left the room. Tony and Ziva quickly changed and ran down the stairs, just as Gibbs cranked the car. Gibbs and McGee were already in one car, and Abby quickly joined them. Tony had the keys and started to the driver's door; Ziva went to the passenger side.
"Um, Zi?" He said. Ziva looked up at him.
"Would you mind riding with Gibbs? I have something...I need to take care of." He said. He walked around to her.
"I do not mind, Tony." Tony smiled and gave her a kiss.
"I am leaving in 30 seconds." Gibbs threatened.
"I'll see you in a little while?" He said, kissing her again.
"DiNozzo..." Tony looked at Gibbs and then back at Ziva, as he walked back around to the driver's side door. He got in and promptly left the driveway. Ziva watched him. What could he possibly have to do?
"Ziva do you want to walk to DC?" Gibbs asked. Ziva snapped back into reality and walked around the car, getting in the backseat with Abby. She leaned on her hand and stared out the window.
Tony was up to something.
And she didn't like it.
Tony drove down the boardwalk until he reached his destination and groaned when he realized he had to parallel park. And if he didn't hurry, he was going to miss the plane. When he finally made it into the spot, he got out and jogged into the store. The cashier recognized him from the previous day, so she already had it out on the counter. He picked it up and smiled.
"She's gonna love that." The cashier said. Tony nodded in agreement.
"I hope so." He said. The cashier told him his total and he pulled out his wallet when his cell phone rang. He pulled it off of his belt and flipped it open.
"Hey Ziva." He said.
"Ziva, who's Ziva?" Christina asked. Tony took the phone off of his ear and looked at the caller ID.
"The love of my life. I thought I told you not to call me again." He took his credit card out and handed it to the cashier.
"You're married?" Tony sighed into the phone. He knew hanging up on her again would only result in more calls. And he didn't need that, especially when Ziva was with him.
"What do you want Christina?"
"I just want to talk, Tony. You don't miss me?" She asked.
"Maybe I did a long time ago." He admitted. "But that was a long time ago."
"Tony all those feelings you had for me do not just go away." The cashier handed him his receipt and the bag and he got into the car.
"They did." He simply said.
"We can't even try?"
"No." She tried to hide it, but he could hear her crying.
"Where are you living now? Can we meet up for lunch? You know, just to catch up?"
"No." Tony said again. His voice was firm. She was now sobbing.
"Tony I was stupid. I love you."
"Do not call me again." He said and hung up the phone. He pulled up to the airport and parked his rental. His phone rang again on his side; he silenced it and then turned it off. He met up with the team in the airport, who were all waiting on Abby to get through security. It took her twice as long as any normal person. Ziva walked up to him and he smiled.
"Is everything okay?" She asked.
"Yep." He said. He kissed her on the forehead and they both sat down. He put his hand on her thigh and spoke softly, "I can't wait to sleep in my own bed tonight...with you." He said. Ziva smiled slightly and was very relieved when the intercom announced boarding for their flight. Her heart raced. What did she get herself into?
Ziva David closed the door to her apartment quietly, closing her eyes as she did so. She took a deep breath as she looked around. Soon, it would be all packed into boxes, nothing but the bare furniture as a skeleton of the life that she was leaving behind. For Tony. She took another deep breath as she closed her eyes again, tighter this time. Finally, she let go of the door knob and slowly started into the living room, her suitcase being tugged carefully behind her. She dropped it right when she finished going down the small step between the entryway and the living room itself.
She stared at the trinkets that lined her mantle and the bookshelves. Running a hand through her hair, she sat down on the very edge of the couch, wringing her hands together. Her heart thumped in her chest. She hated herself. She shouldn't be this scared. It was just...moving in with another man. Another man that was currently running off to do unexpected things. Another man whose psycho ex-girlfriend kept calling him. Another man that wouldn't let her deal with the situation.
She groaned as she buried her head in her hands, unable to think clearly. Her temples throbs as she massaged them with her fingers. A five hour flight from Panama City to Washington DC as well as the rain delay in Panama City for about six hours didn't help this massive headache at all. She stared down at the clock. It was almost midnight; 2300h. She couldn't believe that the team actually spent part of their day in the office. Well, she actually could. According to Gibbs, if they didn't work when they got back from Panama City, then they would be 'standing in the front of the unemployment line'. That wasn't how Ziva wanted to spend her Saturday, or Sunday in a matter of hours.
She stared at the amount of stuff she'd have to pack up, and she crossed the apartment, opening up the closet door and pulling out several boxes. She stared at them for several seconds, closing her eyes for just a couple, before standing up and placing them on the white couch. She sighed as she stared at them, in her hands. The last time she had moving boxes out was...when Jenny died. And she was being transferred back to Israel. Away from Gibbs, McGee, Abby, Ducky...Tony.
She was about to pack the boxes when she shook her head and promptly walked over, grabbed her suitcase, and started into her bedroom. She took a shower and changed quickly, not bothering to deal with packing tonight. She was much too tired and nervous. She crawled under the covers and turned off the lamp on the beside table, her eyes staying wide open as she stared forward through the night, the moonlight illuminating the wood floors as it crept through the sheer curtains.
And slowly, she fell asleep, the sound of her thumping heart lulling her deeper.
She ignored the phone that continued to ring in the other room.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs sipped his coffee happily as he stood in the elevator. Finally, he was able to get good coffee. And he was able to go one day without watching Tony and Ziva play grab ass with each other. Well, he hoped so. As the elevator doors opened, his cell phone rang, "Yeah, Gibbs." He responded.
"Gibbs. It's Ziva."
"Ziva?" He questioned.
"Yes. I am sorry, but I will not be able to make it in today."He furrowed his eyebrows together. "Sleeping with DiNozzo..." He started, but then stopped as he realized that Tony was already sitting at his desk.
"No. I am...sick, Gibbs.""Stay home then." He said, and then closed his phone, entering the bullpen.
"Morning, boss!" McGee chirped and Gibbs just nodded.
"Hey, boss." Tony said, "Where's Ziva?"
"Not coming in today." He responded, not looking at him as he took his seat at his desk, letting out a content sigh as he leaned back in his chair.
"Well why not?" Tony demanded. He wanted...needed to know the whereabouts of his girlfriend. The last time that she didn't come into work, she was accused of murder and was on the run from the FBI, NCIS, and Mossad. His heart sank.
"Just called in sick." he responded as he started up his computer when Tony stood up, gearing up, "DiNozzo." He said, calmly.
"Yes, boss?" He questioned and Gibbs just pointed to his seat, "But I gotta go check on her. You know, make sure she's okay."
Gibbs narrowed his eyes at him and pointed again at his seat, this time with more force, "You aren't going anywhere, DiNozzo. And if you leave to go and 'visit' her, I'm personally going to make sure that your ass is in the front of the unemployment line."
"Aw, come on!" Tony complained, "Dontcha think that's a little harsh?" He questioned.
"Nope." Was his simple answer, "Gonna go and catch up with Duck. You two finish that paperwork. DiNozzo." He called again, and he looked up at him, "Do Ziva's for her as well, wouldya?" He questioned, turning around as he exited towards the back elevator, smirking just slightly.
McGee chuckled under his breath and Tony glared at him, "Don't take sides, probie." He muttered before staring down at the massive amount of paper work on his desk. He sighed. He'd be here all night.
Six boxes were fully packed and sitting by the door, and she was just finishing taping one when she sighed and stared down at the cardboard. She closed her eyes as she slowly sank down to the floor, plopping down on it. She had been alone, in her apartment, packing, since 0800h this morning. Currently, it was around 1800h, and her stomach was growling. She hadn't eaten anything all day, her heart thumping in her head, her mind reeling about the possibilities of what horrible things could come from living with Tony.
Carefully, she pushed herself up off of the floor and crossed the floor to the kitchen. She threw open the refrigerator door and stared at what she had in there. Several bottles of beer and a bottle of wine that was shoved up in the back were the only two things that looked, and smelled, somewhat appetizing. She reached for a beer and then stopped, pulling back as she stared at the bottle of red wine. Beer or wine? She groaned and then grabbed each of them. Why choose when you can have both?
Setting them down on the counter, she used a church key to snap the cap of the beer off, taking a swig. It tasted disgusting, but she felt her heartrate decrease, and she smiled slightly. She then reached up and grabbed a glass out of the cabinet, pouring herself half a glass of wine as she brought both of them out into the living room. She downed half of the beer in one gulp, her hands still slightly shaking from her nervousness. She finished taping up the box on the couch and then went for another one. Realizing that there was nothing left in the living room, she started into the bedroom.
She placed the box on the bed and then walked over and opened up her armoire, staring at the cargo pants, sweaters, and other shirts that she kept. Her hand stayed in their positions, one on each door as she took in a deep breath and carefully pulled out her clothing. One by one she placed them into the box. Slowly. She folded them perfeclty. Not a wrinkle in any of them. Once she was done with that box, she packaged it up and grabbed another one, this one containing personal items such as a quilt that belonged to her father, a picture of her, Ari, and Tali, and a couple of Jewish sentimental items. And that was when she stopped. She gripped the sides of the box tightly as she closed her eyes. She only had the bathroom left. She only had a couple of more boxes to pack, and that was it. Then she would be giving herself completely to Tony.
She took in a shaky breath, trying to force herself to become calm. Her entire aparment was nearly bare, and she felt as if she was leaving again. To go to Israel. Another shaky breath. Painful memories came roaring back to her, and before she knew it, there was a light knock on her door. Not thinking twice, she crossed the floor and tried to get her head on straight as she un-did the deadlock and then opened it up for whoever was standing on the other side.
She didn't say anything, she just opened up the door for him and then walked back into the bedroom. Tony furrowed his eyebrows together and closed the door behind him. He looked around the apartment and noticed that it was completely bare, except for the furniture. He smiled as he saw the boxes. He took off his jacket of his suit and untucked his shirt as he started into her bedroom, where she still stood, staring at the open box. Just...staring. He sat down on the bed and looked up at her.
"You okay?" He questioned, "Boss said you were sick." He tentatively brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, letting his fingertips linger on the side of her head for a moment before dropping it.
"I am fine." She said. Her answer to everything. 'Fine'. It was always a short response.
"Well then why didn't you come to work?"
"Did you not notice how much work I have to do?" She snapped at him, her eyes meeting his as he sat back a little, his expression softening.
"I'm...sorry, Ziva. I just..." She sighed and regretted it immediately. Her temples throbbed some more as she caressed them with her index fingers, her eyes closing.
"That was uncalled for." She spoke softly, "Forgive me."
Tony nodded, "Sure." He said, simply. He sighed, "You uh...okay?"
She paused for a moment before deciding to lie, "Fine." She said, snapping just a little again as she shoved the box closed, tapping it up as she nearly shoved it off of the bed. She stared down at the cream comforter for a while before Tony patted it.
"Sit?" He offered and she just graciously sat down, on the very edge, ready to fall off at any time, her hands wringing together in an attempt to cover up the nervousness running through her. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he didn't think that that would be the best thing for her at the moment. Well maybe not for his well-being. If he wanted to live. He didn't know what would set her off and just shove her gun into his face, but he didn't want to take his chances. They sat in silence for a moment or two before Tony grinned, "Hey, so you wanna know what McGeek did today?"
"Okay, so he was using his-" He stopped and let his smile slowly fade off of his face as he realized that she didn't say 'yes'. Tony fumbled with his words, "Do you...need help with anything?"
He sighed, "Okay." He patted her leg and then stood up. He started out of the bedroom when he stopped, reaching into his pocket, "Oh yeah!" He smiled, "I gotcha this." He pulled it out as she looked up at him, "You know, an extra key to my apartment." He grabbed her hand and placed it in it, smiling as he did so before he watched her face completely fall as she stared at the gold key. He could have sworn that he saw a tear threatening to fall in her eyes, glistening. He quickly bent down next to her, "You okay, Zi?" he questioned, putting his hand on her knee, shaking it ever so slightly. He wanted her to be happy. This wasn't how he expected her to act when he asked her to move in with him. In fact, this was the exact opposite. He didn't want her to be...upset.
"I am having second thoughts about moving in with you, Tony, I will be honest." She didn't look up at him. He sighed as his heart nearly broke. He didn't want her to not move in with him, but he wanted her to be happy.
"I understand." He finally decided, after a couple of seconds of actually getting his brain to register what happened, "Look, Ziva. Look at me." She looked up into his eyes, "Before you make a final decision." He paused, "I want you to think about it." She just stared at him, "I don't want you making a decision you're gonna regret." She just nodded. She had never felt so helpless and vulnerable. He placed both hands on her knees as he lifted himself up to her, pressing his lips against hers, stroking her hair as he stood to his full form, "Call me later." He pleaded before starting out the door and into the living room. However, he stopped as he felt another item burning a hole in his pocket. He looked to his left and noticed the now empty dresser there, and he reached in, placing the object onto the dresser before leaving, without looking back.
The door closed silently behind him, and that's when she finally looked up, taking in another big, shaky breath. She stood up, slowly, and walked over to the dresser, where she saw what he had dropped onto it. She picked it up with shaking hands and realized it was a gold heart. She smiled slightly, the tears brimming in her eyes. However, when she opened it up and saw a picture of the two of them, happy as could ever be on one side and their initials engraved on the other side, she couldn't help but completely break down.
She fell to the floor, the tears falling silently out of her closed eyelids, the golden heart clutched to her chest.
As soon as Tony got into the government rented car, he looked up at Ziva's apartment for just another second or two before he started up the car. However, before he had a chance to go anywhere, his cell phone rang. He gripped the sterring wheel tightly and gritted his teeth together. If it was Christina, he was going to throw the phone out the window, no, through the window and pray it wasn't a boomerang and came back.
However, as he read the caller ID, he realized that it was Gibbs, and he smiled, "Boss!" He greeted him.
"DiNozzo. Dead marine down in Georgetown call David, I expect her to be here. We'll meet you there."
"On it." He said, and then snapped it shut, driving down the street. He flipped open his cell again and dialed Ziva's number. She picked up on the final ring, "Zi." He greeted, smiling, "Hey, so boss wants us down in Georgetown. I'll forward the directions to you. Unless you want me to wait and you can follow."
"No, Tony, that is okay. I will...be there." She said, though she doubted she was telling the truth.
"Great. I'll send you the address." He responded, "Bye, sweetheart." She didn't respond as she hung up the phone. Tony looked at the phone with a pecuilar look on his face for a moment or two before shaking it off. She was just nervous, he had to understand that.
Even though Ziva didn't get nervous.
At least, not that Tony knew of.
Tony arrived to the crime scene and realized that Ducky, Palmer, Gibbs, and McGee were already there. He gulped as he got out of the car, tucking in his shirt and walking around the back of the car, popping the trunk as he slipped on his NCIS federal agent jacket as well as his NCIS cap. He geared up and then locked the car before breaing into a light jog, thanks to Gibbs' annoyed stare.
"Sorry I was late boss." He admitted as he slowed, nearing him. Gibbs looked behind him.
"At her apartment, or on the way. I gave her the address. She said she'd be here."
Gibbs nodded and looked down the street, "She better. I've already given her an entire week off. What the hell is keeping her now?" He muttered, mostly to himself. Tony just shrugged and Gibbs shoved a camera into DiNozzo's arms, "Photos. Sketch. Get on it. NOW."
"On it, boss!" Tony exclaimed as he hurried over to where Ducky and McGee were standing in front of a rather strong built marine with his famous marine cut donned on his head, the color a deep chocolate brown. Several bullet shots were found in his chest, the blood pouring over his, for on, 'normal' street clothes. However, it was obvious that the marine was killed by a blow to the side of the head, for there was a large bullet hole imprinted there, the blood gushing out and drying around the wound, his head tilted to the side just slightly. McGee bagged and tagged some objects as Ducky determined time of death: four to six hours ago.
"Jethro!" He called as Tony quickly snapped some photos of the body, changing angles as Gibbs walked over to him.
"Yeah, whatcha got for me, Duck?"
"Time of death." He smiled, "Four to six hours ago." Gibbs nodded as Ducky continued, "It is quite obvious what the sailor died of." He pointed to his legs, where the pants rode up, "A quick kick to the feet, knocking him to the ground before being shot four times in the chest." He pointed to them with a gloved finger, "And then one to his head. That shot was fatal." He grabbed the marine's head and turned it just slightly towards them, to give Gibbs a better view, "See this?" He questioned, pointing to the black substance around the shot to his head.
"Well yes, Jethro!" Ducky laughed, "But that's the gun being shoved up against his temple."
"Meaning that this marine." He pointed to him.
"Knew his attacker." Gibbs finished as he stood up straight.
"DiNozzo!" he suddenly shouted and Tony flinched.
"Yeah, boss?" He stopped taking pictures and looked up at him.
"Where the hell is your damn girlfriend?" He demanded, spreading his arms wide. Ducky just smiled as McGee finished bagging and tagging, who was now starting back towards the truck.
Tony shrugged, "I don't know...you want me to call her or something?"
"No." He nearly spat, "That's my job." He muttered, and then pointed to the body, "Do your work."
"But I already took pictures!" Tony wined.
"Take 'em again!" He spat back before dialing Ziva's number.
"See?" McGee asked, walking up to Tony, "This is why you should never date a co-worker." He grinned, "Rule twelve."
Tony narrowed his eyes at him, "Shut up and get back to work, probie."
"I'm done." He proudly said, and Tony marched over, throwing the evidence bags everywhere, all over the ground. McGee gaped.
"No you're not." He said, pointing to them, "Pick 'em up. Before Gibbs sees."
"Tony." McGee groaned, "Why did you do that?" He demanded, gesturing to the evidence bags on the ground.
"Because I'm the senior field agent. You're the probie. I have to finish before you." He smiled.
McGee rolled his eyes, "I'm not a probie anymore."
"Whatever." Tony scoffed, "I still pull more rank."
"You know, if you weren't too busy fantasizing over Ziva, you'd have been done a while ago." Tony narrowed his eyes even more at him, staring towards the junior field agent.
"Do you want to to do all of the paperwork tonight? The rest of mine and Ziva's that I have yet to finish?"
"No." McGee said, "Do your own work!"
"And you do yours." Tony pointed back towards the evidence bags, "Pick 'em up."
McGee just groaned as he angrily went down to go and pick them up. Tony stared at the dead body as Jimmy brought over the gurney for Ducky, and he shifted his aze out into the night. Gibbs had a good point though. Where the hell was she? He already scared her away from living with him. Did he scare her away from her job as well?
Tony groaned as he got into his car. He looked down at his watch and sighed when he realized it was almost midnight. He hadn't heard a word from Ziva all day, and he was worried about her.
This wasn't Ziva. She didn't act like this. At least, not until now. He opened his phone and began to dial her number, but then realized that she was probably asleep. He closed it and cranked up the car, driving silently back to his apartment. Parking the car, he grinned when his cell phone buzzed on his side.
It had to be Ziva. He opened it an looked at the caller ID.
"What do you want?" He asked. He continued to walk down the sidewalk.
"Tony why won't you give me a chance?" Christina sobbed.
"You had your chance. Stop. Calling. Me." He snapped and slammed his phone shut. It rang again, and he shut it off before unlocking his apartment door.
The lights were on. He didn't leave them on. He looked around the room and it seemed...different. He pulled his SIG off of his side and held it down. Somebody was in his apartment.
"Hello?" He asked. No answer. He walked around the entire place, looking behind doors and inside closets. Next was his bedroom and he was shocked to see Ziva sitting on his bed. She looked up at him. He quickly put his SIG back on his side and walked over to her. "Ziva?" He said. "What are you doing here? Are you ok?" Squatting down to her level, he looked directly in her eyes.
"Yes. I am fine." She let out a sigh. "I am sorry, Tony." She managed.
"Sorry? Sorry for what?" He asked. He placed his hands on her thighs, and the fact that she was wearing bathrobe didn't go unnoticed. He briefly wondered what was under there until she spoke again.
"For having second thoughts." She finally said. Tony leaned up and gave her a kiss on the lips.
"Don't say another word. I want you happy." He said.
"I am happy." She said and smiled at him.
"That just made my day." He said. He stood up and grabbed her hands, pulling her up with him. She put her hands on his face and pulled him into a kiss. He slowly untied her robe and put his arms around her waist. He broke the kiss and looked down at her, grinning when he saw the red number on her, the one he picked out. He leaned his head on hers. "This is just what I needed after a day of paperwork." He mumbled.
"Then what are you waiting for?" She asked seductively. He smiled and kissed her, his hands running down her arms, removing her robe in the process. He pushed her back on the bed and crawled on top of her. He kissed her on the lips and broke it, hovering over her.
"Welcome home, Zi."
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