Hey guys! So here we are again...this is a sequel for the story "Beach House". SO if you haven't read that one...this is not gonna make any sense at ALL. So, please go and read that one and then come back to this one. :) And as you know, we love those reviews. So...enough talking...and enjoy!

Tony DiNozzo yawned and then pulled the woman lying next to him closer. He let a soft smile play on his lips as he buried his face into the crown of her head. He wrapped both of his arms around her bare hips and pulled her tighter, if possible, to him. He reveled in the moment, thinking about how she was finally his. He would finally be able to come home and look forward to her spending the night just lying in his arms. He breathed in her scent. Even though she smelled like sex, she still smelled like lavender, soap, and her.

She stirred in her sleep and let a small moan escape her lips as she shifted, burying herself deeper into his arms. He rubbed her arm with his thumb and she smiled, "Shalom, Tony." She quietly said and Tony grinned, pressing a kiss on the top of her head.

"Morning. Sleep well last night?" He prodded and she just laughed, his stomach's skin tingling from where her lips vibrated against him.

She sat up and came face to face with him, yet still managed to stay in his arms as she smiled, her mouth slightly open, "You would know." She said, and he just smiled, their faces centimeters apart.

"Oh..." He grinned, "Oh yes I would." She gave a short chuckle as he leaned forward and pressed his lips up against hers. She moaned as he let her have access to his mouth first. She wrapped her arms around his neck and played with the bottom of his hair while he pushed against her. Shoved up against the pillow, the kiss quickly heated up as he put one leg on each side of her. Suddenly, he felt two hands on his chest, and then a gasp of air as she turned her head the other direction.

"Tony..." She breathed, but his lips never left her skin as he started trailing some down her neck, sucking gently, but not enough to conceive another hickey.

"Mmm?" He murmured against her and she just gasped as he carefully started to nibble at her skin, starting back up her body.

"Tony!" She suddenly shouted, "We need to go to work..." She let out a small moan; she couldn't help it, and when he made it back up her neck, she effectively moved out of the way, his lips crashing into the pillow under her. He groaned into the fabric, the sound muffled. He looked up at her and pouted.

"Ziva..." He moaned.

"We need to get to work." She said, glancing at the clock which read 0700h. He pouted again.

"Just one more kiss?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"You know that it will become more than one kiss."

He just shrugged, moving his face closer to hers, "You never know. Let's try it out. Best two out of three?" He questioned, and she pressed her palm up against his lips, causing him to open his eyes again.

"Tony." She said, firmly, "I am going to take a shower." Tony grinned, his eyes perking up. She narrowed hers at him, "Alone."

He groaned as she pecked him on the lips one more time before rolling out from under him. She got out of the bed and started towards the bathroom. Tony rolled over to watch her, "Ziva!" He called, and she turned around, just slightly, pausing in the bathroom doorway, "Come on, can't I just join ya?" He pleaded, making a puppy dog face. She laughed.

"No, Tony."

"But I've waited too long for you!" He whined, "Come on!"

"I agree, we have much to catch up on. But this weekend..." She winked at him before turning around and entering the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. Tony smirked.

"You know me well." He called and he heard her faint laugh from the bathroom as the water started up. Groaning, he realized that he should probably get up and get dressed as well. Of course, now he had to wait for Ziva to get out of the bathroom in order to take a shower. Cause he sure as hell wasn't walking in there smelling of sex. And Ziva.

Not that Gibbs would recognize the Ziva smell. Well, at least, he hoped he wouldn't. He was pretty sure he'd recognize the sex smell though. He did, in fact, have four wives. Tony swung his legs over the side of the bed and started towards the closet, throwing it open. He smiled at the fact that there were not only his large collection of suits, but also her collection of clothes as well. All of them ranging from cargo pants to nice dress pants to dresses and even to some skirts. He grabbed a black suit, a white dress shirt, and a red tie out of the closet, lying them down on the bed. He was still completely naked as he reached down on the ground and picked up the boxers he discarded from last night. He kicked his other suit and his NCIS Special Agent jacket away so that it slid across the hardwood floor and gathered in a corner. Ziva's silky white bathrobe skid across the ground as well. He smiled as he looked down and saw the red lingerie lying there. He picked it up and let it dangle on his finger from one of the straps.

"Hey, Ziva!" He called, yelling in order for her to hear him over the water.

"What?" She demanded as he started towards the door.

"I think you should wear this to work today!" He smirked, looking down at it as he continued to twirl it.

"Only if I want to be completely shot. And if you want to be shot."

"You don't even know what I'm holding!"

"The red lingerie." She sighed and Tony groaned.

"Looks like ya caught me, Zi." He grinned and she didn't respond. However, Tony's smile faded slightly as he heard his phone vibrate on the wood bedside table. He looked towards the bathroom and then crossed the floor. It better be damn McGee. Or Gibbs. He angrily thought to himself as he grabbed it.

Angrily, he picked it up, "What the hell do you want now? How many times have I told you to stop calling me?" He demanded.

"Um...too many?"

"And what does that mean to you? Nothing?" He demanded through gritted teeth, trying to keep his voice down.

"Look, Tony. I know that you live in DC, and I'm actually going to be there like...Thursday and Friday of this week as well as the entire weekend, so maybe I could...I don't know. Stop by?"

Tony groaned. He knew he couldn't get out of hand with her, considering that Ziva was just in the next room, taking a shower, "Look, Christie, I just don't-" But he was cut off by an intense squeal, that was the only word for it, at the other end of the line.

"You do care!" She squealed, "You called me Christie! Just like we did when we were together! Aw, Tony! It's okay to cheat a little, right?"

Tony gaped, "Excuse me?!" He nearly shouted, and then realized he had to quiet his voice, "No. It's not. Not with the woman I'm with. Only with girls like you."

"Tony...." She whined, "Please, please, please, please, please?"

"No!" He had to shout, but then scolded himself.

"So I heard you're a fed." He could almost hear her grin on the other end of the line, "I like men who can handle a weapon." Tony heard the water stop.

"I gotta go." he said, "And don't call me again, or I'll send out a restraining order on you. Understand? I can arrest you for 48 hours without reason."

"Go on." She said, seductively, "Arrest me, Tony."

He scoffed, "I'm hanging up now."

"But why?" She complained.

"Cause I'm about to have hot, passionate sex with my girlfriend, that's why." And with that, he shut the phone. Ziva came out of the bathroom just seconds later with nothing but a towel wrapped around her; she was using another one to dry her hair.

"Who was that?" She questioned.

"That was Gibbs." He responded, "He wants us in ASAP. Told me to call you, but..." He smiled as he closed the few steps between them and wrapped his arms around her waist, "You're right here."

She smiled as she pressed her lips up against his. She meant for it just to be short, but it quickly turned passionate, and they wrapped their arms tighter around the other when Ziva finally stopped, "Stop. Stop." She demanded, "I need to get ready."

"For bed?" He grinned.

"For work." She rolled her eyes, "Though I will be getting ready for bed." She smiled, "Tonight." She said seductively before starting towards the closet. Tony growled as he started into the bathroom, ready to take a shower of his own.

Once he was done, Ziva wasn't in the bedroom like he expected. He quickly got dressed, slipping his phone into his pocket, after checking to make sure that she didn't call again before checking his hair in the mirror. Once he finished making sure that it was absolutely perfect, he realized something missing. He patted his neck, as if the tie was hiding there.

"Hey, Ziva?" He called.

"Kitchen!" She answered back, and he flipped off the light in the bedroom before starting into the kitchen where she sat drinking tea, a fresh pot of coffee already made on the counter.

"Hey, have you seen my tie?" He asked as he poured himself a nice, hot cup of coffee. He added a couple of spoonfuls of sugar before stirring it and adding cream. He sipped it as he watched her nod.

"Yes."

"Well where is it?"

She turned around and dangled it in front of him.

"Ah." He said, finishing his sip of coffee and then walking towards her and standing to the side of her, "You mind giving it to me?" He demanded after pulling at it for a couple of times.

She set her cup of tea down and smiled as she stood up and wrapped the tie around his neck, tugging slightly on it, causing him to dip lower towards her.

"Allow me."

He grinned as he wrapped his arms around her waist, "Sure thing." She rolled her eyes and narrowed them at him as she finished tying his tie. Suddenly, she pulled him down by the tie, and then pressed her lips up against his, tugging at them just a little before letting go of him and patting his chest.

"Ready to leave?" She questioned as she brushed past him and into the living room where she picked up her badge, her SIG, her cell, and her new set of keys.

"Yup." He grinned, taking her hand as he too grabbed his keys and then started out of his...their...apartment. Their fingers intertwined as they started down the steps and then out of the complex. Tony's car was parked directly in front of the complex whereas Ziva's was parked on the other side of the street. Once they made it to Tony's car, he pecked her on the lips, "See you at work?" He questioned and she nodded.

"Yes."

"I'll race you." He grinned and she laughed.

"I will beat you."

He shrugged and then chuckled, "You probably will. But hopefully what you want for your prize is the same as what I would want for mine."

She looked him up and down, "It just might." She gave him a closed, seductive smile before kissing him one more time. They both slowly backed away from each other, narrowing their eyes just slightly, smiles donned on each of their faces before they took off towards their cars.
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Ziva leaned on the back of her mini, picking at her nails with her knife as Tony pulled in next to her. She grinned as he got out of his car.

"I win." She said proudly and walked in front of him. He lingered behind for a second, thinking back to the phone call he just had in the car, with none other than Christina. The thought angered him, but he brushed it off and and caught up to her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"And tonight, you will get your prize."

"I look forward to it." She replied. Tony laughed and opened the door for her. She walked in and slid her card, followed by Tony, who let the elevator scan his eye. They got on and Tony immediately grabbed her, kissing her lips. Ziva put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. "Not at work, Tony."

"I can't help it, Zi. I'm crazy about you." He leaned his forehead on hers, "And only you." She smiled and gave him a quick kiss, just as the elevator doors opened. She walked out ahead of him and stopped when Tony's desk came into view. Tony quickly followed, and stopped just as she did. "What the hell?" He asked. McGee happened to walk past them, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"You got mail, Tony." He said. Tony narrowed his eyes at the junior agent as he walked back to his desk. Ziva followed, leaving Tony standing there. He didn't want to walk to his desk; he already knew where all of it came from.

Ziva sat down at her desk and stared at the stuffed bears, college paraphernalia, and even flowers. Tony finally calmed himself down enough and walked over to his desk. After throwing his backpack down and placing his gun in the drawer, he put his trash can in his chair. He picked up each item and threw it in, making sure it hit the bottom.

"Never thought you'd throw away OSU stuff, Tony." McGee commented.

"Yeah, well let it be known this is not against the Buckeyes or the OSU gods!" He threw away another bear and flag. Next was the roses. Not even reading the card, he tore it into confetti and broke the roses in half. He finally finished and his trash can was overflowing. He reached down into his desk and pulled out a box of matches.

"Tony I don't think that's a good idea." McGee spoke.

"I do, probie." He replied and struck one up, just as Leroy Jethro Gibbs walked into the squad room. He leaned over Tony's desk and blew out the match.

"This is a federal office building, DiNozzo."

"What if I go outside boss?" Tony asked. He glanced down at Ziva, who was sitting at her desk, with her head down writing.

"How about you get to work? Find me anyone who had contact with First Lieutenant Jack McClelland." Tony put his trash can back on the floor and sat down.

"On it, boss." He said.

"Ziva, I need his life history, McGee cell phone and house phone."

"Got it." McGee said and immediately started to type on his computer. Gibbs left the bullpen, stating that he was going down to Ducky. Ziva stood up and walked over to Tony.

"I thought you were handling it." She said, leaning on his desk. Tony hung up his phone and looked up at her.

"I am, sweetheart." He said calmly said.

"It does not look like it to me, Tony." She replied. He sighed and looked up at her.

"Are we going to do this here?" He said, his voice still calm.

"Yes. Why won't you let me talk to her?" Ziva was now speaking louder.

"That is not necessary." He replied.

"How many times has she called you?" Ziva asked. Tony let out a sigh.

"I don't know. A lot." Ziva was about to speak again when McGee interrupted them.

"Um, Tony...This woman has called our Lieutenant 43 times in the past two days." McGee said. He walked over to his desk with a sticky note.

"We're kind of busy here, McGee." Tony said.

"I am too. With the case. You two might want to get to work before Gibbs gets back. Ziva scoffed and went back over to her desk, typing on her computer immediately. Tony sighed and picked up his phone again. Several minutes later, Gibbs marched into the squad room.

"What do we have?"

"Well, boss, a popular man. One woman, a Jessica Shiver, has called our Marine 43 times in the last two days. Another woman, Megan Tuggle, called him 12 times just before he died." McGee completed.

"Tony."

"Both of his parents are dead, no siblings. Jessica Shiver is 23 years of age, living in Georgetown. Megan Tuggle is 22 years of age and I spoke with her mother, who has not seen her since yesterday."

"Ziva."

"First Lieutenant Jack McClelland, 25, born and raised in Georgetown. He was on a 6 month leave before heading out to Iraq."

"McGee, Tony. Go pick up Miss Shiver. I want to know why she called our Marine 43 times." McGee and Tony both stood, collecting their weapons and backpacks. Tony glanced at Ziva, who was looking at him as he walked behind McGee to the elevator. "Ziva."

"Yes, Gibbs."

"Meet me in MTAC in 5 minutes." Ziva nodded and watched him as he left the squad room, up the stairs. She looked around silently and narrowed her eyes at Tony's over filled trash can. She stood up and went over to it, squatting down. She found the pieces of what used to be the card from the flowers. She held them in her hand and sat down at Tony's desk. One by one, she reconstructed the card and read what she wrote.

Tony-

If you give me another chance, I know we can make it work. I always have and I always will love you.

xxooxxoo
Christie

Ziva looked up and crumpled the pieces again, throwing them back in his trash can. She looked down at her watch and saw that 5 minutes were up, and she was due in MTAC. She stood from Tony's desk and walked up the stairs.

"Ziva." Vance said. Ziva grabbed her left wrist with her right hand.

"Hello Director Vance." She said with a nod. He smiled.

"How was your vacation?"

"Just fine, thank you." She replied with a smile.

"Well good." He then pointed to her neckline, and Ziva responded by grabbing both necklaces. "New boyfriend, Officer David?" Ziva narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why does it matter, Director?" She replied.

"It doesn't. Just as long as you know how I feel about romance between co-workers."

"I do." Ziva said plainly.

"Alright. Have a nice day." He said and walked down the stairs. Ziva rolled her eyes and walked to MTAC, scanning her eyes before entering.

"About time, Ziva." Gibbs said.

"I am sorry, Gibbs. Director Vance stopped me on the way." She replied. Just then, the Lieutenant's officer came onto the screen and briefed them about Jack McClelland.

Once Tony and McGee returned with Jessica Shiver, the team met in observation. "Tony, interrogate her. Ziva and I will be watching. McGee, go check on Abby." Gibbs handed Tony the file and he and McGee left the room. Walking into the silver box, he placed the folder on the table and looked down at the suspect.

"So Jessica." He started, "How you doing?"

"Why am I here?" She asked. Tony laughed and took a seat across from her.

"Because you obviously had something to do with a Jack McClelland?" He took the marine's picture out of the folder and slid it across the table.

"I don't know who that is." Jessica replied. She crossed her arms and sat back in her chair.

"Really?" He then scratched his ears. "Oh I'm sorry. I'm allergic to lies. They make my ears itch." He pulled out another piece of paper. It had calls on it, with her number highlighted. Most of the paper was yellow. "Now how about the truth, Jess?" She sighed.

"He was my ex-boyfriend." She finally said. Tony nodded and pointed to his ears.

"See? No itch." Jessica rolled her eyes. "So you called him. Over and over?"

From observation, Ziva scoffed, causing Gibbs to look at her. "That sounds familiar." She mumbled. Gibbs turned to her.

"You think he's cheating on you?"

"No. I think he still has feelings for her." Ziva said. Gibbs turned his attention back to the window.

"That's why I have rule twelve. Relationships between co-workers never work out." Ziva didn't reply, and she had to hold back the tears that were trying to form.

"Yes. I called him."

"Forty-three times?" Tony asked. "That's a little overkill, don't cha think?"

"He wouldn't talk to me." Jessica replied. "I missed him. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Uh huh." Tony said. "Well, what about this girl?" He pulled out another picture, one printed from the DMV, Megan Tuggle. "You know her?"

"Nope." Jessica said.

"Really?" Tony said and then scratched his ears again. "Well, according to my sources, this girl was his girlfriend. And we can't find her."

"Sorry." Jessica shrugged. "I don't know her." Tony laughed and walked over to her, placing one arm on her chair and the other on the table.

"Were you jealous?" Tony asked. "Couldn't stand that he was with another woman?"

Ziva crossed her right arm across her stomach and played with her locket with the other.

"What?" Jessica said innocently.

"You killed him."

"No I didn't. I didn't kill anybody!"

"Do you have an alibi for the last two days?"

"Yes. I do. My co-workers." Jessica snapped. Tony laughed and stood to his full form.

"Good. Shouldn't be a problem then." He said. He started to leave the room but turned back to her. "Don't leave town." He warned. He walked to observation and entered the room. Gibbs walked up to Tony and he handed him the file.

"You think she did it?" He asked.

"Ask me after I talk to her co-workers, boss." Tony mumbled. Gibbs smirked and walked out of the room, leaving Tony, Ziva and Agent Sims in the room. Tony cleared his throat and spoke first. "I'm having McGee change my number." He said softly.

"This case sounds familiar." She said.

"I'm not dead, Ziva." Ziva chuckled and walked past him, stopping at the door.

"No. Not yet."

At 2200h, Tony and Ziva finished eating and cleaning up their dinner, Ziva sauntered into the bedroom, changing into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. She pulled her hair back and let out a sigh as she took her seat on the couch, pulling her old, ragged quilt around her. She was just about to curl up into a ball and take a cat nap when she heard Tony's voice from the kitchen.

"Hey, Zi?"

"What?" She asked, a little annoyance in her voice.

"Do you want wine or tea or coffee?"

"Tea, please." She responded back before closing her eyes again and burying her head deeper into the pillows. Right as she was about to doze off, she felt an unnatural lift of the cushions as he sat down on the couch, setting her cup of tea on the coffee table.

"You asleep?" He questioned and she just sat up, shaking her head as she grabbed the warm cup of tea in her hands, sipping it slowly.

"Hey." He shook her shin through the quilt, and she looked at him, "I'm gonna go and get dressed," He gestured towards the bedroom, "And then we'll...watch a movie?"

She just nodded, "That sounds good. As long as you do not do your Sean Connery accent, yes?"

Tony just grinned, "You know me well."

"Mmm, yes I do." She agreed as he leaned over and pecked her on the lips before quickly flashing her a smile and then jumping off of the couch, heading towards the bedroom.

She stared after him. She couldn't believe that he was still acting like....himself! After the case that they had today, that was still going on, with the ex-girlfriend who ketp calling, and the girlfriend and the marine....she sighed as she stared down at the tea. She twirled it slightly in her mug. She took another sip, reveling in the warmth as it slid down her throat.

Tony reappeared a couple of seconds later, now dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, just like her. He plopped back down on the couch and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, causing her to automatically lay back against him. She curled up next to him, her head lying on his shoulder as he kneaded her back, slowly.

"What movie you wanna watch?" He grinned and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"It does not matter."

He shrugged his shoulders just like she did and then grabbed the remote, "Suit yourself." He said, "We're watching the last movie I had in...The name's Bond. James Bond." He said, giving her his 'famous' Sean Connery accent. She just rolled her eyes as he started the movie. It only took Tony a couple of seconds, the stars of the movie hadn't even left the screen, before he realized that something was troubling her.

Deeply.

He sighed and then flipped off the DVD player, "Okay. So what's on your mind?"

She quickly broke from his grip and stared him straight in the eyes, "You are just going to sit there and act like you do not know?" She demanded, "Act like you do not see it?"

"I see a crazy Israeli chick who really needs to calm down and get her mood swings under control." She growled at him and moved slightly towards him, causing him to lean back, "But she's incredibly hot!" She growled again, "Sexy?" He tried and she just threw her hands up in the air.

"See?" She demanded, and then gestured towards him, "This is what I am talking about when I said that you do not listen."

"Wait, so that's why you're mad? Cause you're hot?"

Ziva closed her eyes tightly and took in a couple of deep breaths before opening them back up and staring at Tony, "How can you not see it? How can you not see the connection between the case and our lives?"

He was silent for a couple of seconds, "Oh."

"Oh?" She demanded, "Oh?! That is all you have to say?!"

"Ziva, look, you need to calm down." He said, putting his hands up, "Calm. Down."

"Is our relationship going to turn out like Jack and Megan and Jessica's?" She asked, "Is Christina, or Jessica, going to kill you, or Jack, just because I, or Megan, am dating you?"

"Ziva." He sighed, "This isn't real life. And Shivers didn't kill anyone. I mean, I believe that she did, but until we get her alibi checked out..."

"Tony!" She nearly shouted, "This is real life! They were real people!"

"Ziva..." Tony let out an exasperated sigh, "Please calm down."

She let her shoulders slump and she nodded, "You are right. I am sorry. I really need to relax."

He grinned, "I think I can help with that." He said, and then leaned forward, pressing his lips up against hers. Moaning deeply, the kiss quickly became passionate, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers into his brown hair. He slowly pushed her up against the cushions of the couch so that she was lying flat under him. He hovered above her, smiling as they both broke the kiss to gasp for air.

"You relaxed now?" He questioned and she nodded, smiling.

"Yes...but, Tony. The case?"

He sighed, looked down, and then looked back up at her face, "Gibbs doesn't believe in coincidences." He softly said.

"Does not matter what Gibbs thinks." she said, placing her hand on the side of his cheek, "Do you?" She quietly asked, running her hand down the side of his face and letting it rest at the base of his neck.

Tony leaned in to kiss her again when there was a knock on the door, "DiNozzo! It's Gibbs, open up!" He banged again, and Tony and Ziva quickly looked at each other with wide eyes before immediately jumping off of one another.

"Hide in the closet. Go!" He hissed as he shoved some of Ziva's belongings under the couch and in drawers. Once she disappeared and he heard the door close, he opened up the front door, smiling at his boss.

"What the hell took you so long, DiNozzo?" He muttered as Tony stepped out of the way to let him inside.

"Beer?" He asked and Gibbs just shook his head.

"Need to talk to you."

"Well I was hoping you'd tell me why you decided to stop by at 2200h." He grinned as he sat down on the couch. Gibbs just stood in the middle of his living room and Tony stood up.

He opened up his mouth a little and paused before answering, "Ziva." His voice was quiet.

"Aw, boss!" Tony groaned, "I thought we already discussed this."

"We did." he agreed, "Until I found out the other half of the story."

"Excuse me?"

Gibbs shrugged, "Or other...woman."

Tony had to refrain himself from taking another step towards him, "Excuse me?!" he demanded, his tone louder, with much more force.

"Ziva....is very concerned about you."

Tony furrowed his eyebrows together, "Concerned? About me?"

"That and the fact that your ex-girlfriend from College keeps calling you..." He took a step towards him and it was his turn to put his eyebrows together, creasing his forehead as well, "and she won't stop." Tony just sighed.

"I don't know what to do..." he admitted, "I've told her to stop calling me!"

"Change your number. Or do something." He growled, taking another couple of steps towards him as he spoke, "Because if you don't, you're gonna miss out on the best damn thing you'll probably ever get in your entire life. Understand?" he flicked him under the chin with one finger as Tony nodded.

"I know, boss." He quietly said, and Gibbs nodded, as if he was 'understanding'.

"Just so you know." He said, back in same quiet tone. He then looked down at the coffee table a smirked as he pointed down at the mug, "Since when have you switched to tea, DiNozzo? In a Star of David mug?" Tony just shrugged and Gibbs' eyes caught a picture of three younger kids, the only two he recognized as Ziva and...what he thought was Ari sitting on the mantle next to their team photos. He smirked again, "Clean up after your girlfriend, DiNozzo." He muttered back over his shoulder at Tony, "Oh and by the way..." He reached into his pocket and grabbed something before flipping it at him, "Stay safe." He said as Tony caught the package in his hands as Gibbs closed the door silently behind him.

He smiled just slightly at the package that Gibbs had chucked him as Ziva came back from the closet, "He is gone, yes?" She questioned and he nodded.

"Yeah, he's gone." His voice was distant and Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together.

"What is that?" She asked, nodding her head towards what was in Tony's hands.

He grinned as he held it up, shaking it, "Wanna go test it out?" He smirked and Ziva just laughed.

"Well I do get my prize from beating you to work today." She smiled as Tony wrapped his arms around her waist.

"And you get to get your prize." He went to go and place his lips against hers when she stopped him.

"You did not ask me what I would like as my prize." She pouted and Tony just smiled.

"I know what you want." He said huskily, under his breath.

"Ice cream?" She smiled and he just glared at her. She laughed, "I am just tugging your ankle, Tony!"

Tony laughed, "It's 'pulling your leg', Ziva."

She just narrowed her eyes at him, "Then, since I am so bad at American idioms, Tony....just...take me right here." She smiled and Tony grinned back.

"How about taking you to the bed?" He said and then picked her up, bridal style as he hurried into the bedroom. He gently set her down onto the bed and crawled on top of her.

"Wait, Tony." Ziva stopped and Tony looked her straight in the eyes, "You are going to handle it, yes?"

He smiled and then nodded as he moved slowly towards her, breathing a little heavily, "I am. Right after I handle you.....I promise." He breathed out as he pressed his lips against hers. She groaned and then deepened the kiss, the clothes quickly disappearing from both of their bodies, "Now." Tony smiled as he grabbed her and flipped her over so that he was on the bottom, her hot, naked body on top of his, "Let's try out that present Gibbs gave us."

"Yes..." She flipped her hair back over one shoulder and put her face dangerously close to his, teasing him as a thin layer of sweat already started to cover their bodies, "Let's."

"You know," Tony started as he opened up the package, "This is probably the second best present Gibbs had ever given me."

She smiled, "And what was the first?" She asked and he looked up into her chocolate brown eyes, lifting a hand up and carefully brushing a piece of hair behind her head, his hand staying there, gripping the back of her neck and keeping her hair away from her beautiful face. He smiled slightly, the corners of his lips turning up.

"You."