Author's Note,

This is a story that has been brewing in my mind over the last few weeks…

It can stand as a oneshot or become something more. It depends on the response I receive from you all. It is set at the end of Season 9 and is a Tiva story.

Enjoy and Review. Thanks.

Rating : M – Contains explicit adult content.

Tony pushed Ziva ahead of him, "You need to leave now Ziva."

"Not without you," Ziva grabbed his arm and pulled him with her into the empty elevator.

The elevator doors closed and it barely moved before they heard a loud bang.

"Damn it," Tony said reaching for Ziva as the elevator jerked violently propelling them apart like rag dolls and smashing them against its walls. And then they were freefalling as the elevator cable snapped.

"Tony!" Ziva gasped a moment before her head connected with the solid elevator floor and her world turned black.

Tony lay on his side, blinking rapidly in an effort to clear his misted gaze. But it was no use, the pain in his head made staying focusing impossible. His last gaze was of Ziva on her side, covered in dirt, her head bleeding and her body still.

Don't you die on me… He thought as he sank into a dark abyss.

Someone was stroking his head. He felt warm and his legs were cramped. Those stroking fingers ran into his hair and he heard soft whispers. The fingers moved back to his forehead and retraced a part to his hairline. It felt so gentle, so caring.

He murmured as he moved his head wanting more of the caressing hand. That was a mistake. Pain sliced across his head and down to the back of his neck.

"Shh, Tony. Try not to move." Ziva whispered urgently.

"Ouch. What the hell happened?" Tony opened his eyes and squinted up at her. It was dark except for what looked like an emergency blue light. It was also warm, dusty and cramped. A moment later he looked up at Ziva and realized that his head was on her thigh and her fingers were in his hair.

Then he remembered.

He sat up abruptly and cursed as nausea and dizziness assailed him. He felt Ziva's arms clamp around him to stop him from falling back to the floor.

"Will you keep still? You could have a concussion or worse. And it's not like we're going anywhere." Ziva stated.

"How long …" He coughed. "How long was I out?" He asked when he felt like he could hold onto the contents of his stomach.

"I'm not sure." Ziva replied. "But longer than me obviously."

Tony looked at her, reach out to run his hand over her face and felt the crusted blood in her hairline.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" he asked.

"No, just my head, and a few bruises. And you?"

"My head … neck." Tony replied moving his arms and legs gingerly. He put his hands to the floor and pushed his back firmly against the wall. His hand pressed against his phone and he lifted it up.

"It's no use, there is no signal in here. I guess the explosive knocked out the communication link." Ziva said.

"So no one knows we're in here." Tony stated, his voice getting louder. "It could be hours, maybe days before they find us."

"Tony, calm down." Ziva put her hands on his shoulders. "Gibbs won't wait days. He will find us."

"That's if his still alive." The words slipped out before Tony could stop them.

"I've been wondering the same thing. I hope Gibbs, McGee and Abby made it out safely."
"We have to believe they did. You don't think Gibbs was going to let a little thing like an explosion take him out. He is probably out there hunting Harper Dearing down right now. No one messes with Gibbs' team and gets away with it. Not even death can stop Gibbs from getting his man." Tony mumbled.

He hated this. Being trapped was one thing. Being trapped in a tin can, in the semi-dark with only dust to inhale was another. He could already feel the irritation in his throat. He needed to get out of here.

"You're right Tony. We need to keep ourselves safe and pray that our friends are safe too." Ziva said as she turned her back to him and striped off her t-shirt.

"Mm. What are you doing?" Tony asked.

"It's boiling hot in here Tony. I don't want to pass out from heat exhaustion." Ziva said, as she tied her top across her breasts and turned back to face Tony. She was still decently covered but the air in the elevator changed.

"You should get out of your shirt too." Ziva said reaching for his shirt front and unbuttoning it.

"Ziva, I'm okay." Tony said as he stopped her hands at his waist.

"Tony, what if we'd died today." Ziva looked at Tony intently.

"But we didn't."

"We could have."

"We're okay Ziva."

"But we're trapped and could still die today."

"Ziva, come on."

"Wouldn't you …" she reached up to cup his face. "Tony, wouldn't you want to know what it would be like …

"What would 'what' be like?" Tony wondered if she meant what he thought she meant.

"What it would be like between you and me?"

"Ziva, you're in shock. You don't know what you're doing." He moved her hand away as he felt his body stir.

I have dreamt of what it would be like, what it could be like between us. I have spent many sleepless nights needing you and wanting you. Oh God, Ziva, but this is not the time or the place.

"Tony, don't deny me today." Ziva whispered as she got onto her knees and moved close to him. "I have wanted to be you but you always brush me off with a smirk or a laugh."

"No I don't." Oh god Ziva, You're serious!

"Today, don't do that."

"Ziva, but…"

"I am not in shock. I am not confused. I want you, Tony. Don't deny me."

All his breathe left his lungs. She was very serious. She was of sound body and mind. She wanted him and she wasn't prepared to wait. Her lips were against his jawline, kissing him. Could this really be happening?

He took her by her arms and pushed her away.

"Ziva, wait." He panted. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She reached behind her back and undid her t-shirt. She slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders but still kept herself covered.

"Ziva…" Tony choked, the dim light in the elevator making the moment electrifyingly sensual.

She took his hand and gently laid it against her still covered breast.

"Please Tony, just once. Right now, right here. Just this once…" She moved forward her face mere millimeters away from his.

Tony growled something unintelligible and pulled her to him. His lips pressed against hers and his tongue warred with hers. Years of pent up desire roared through his veins. Her hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers massaged his head. She returned his kiss with equal ferocity and vigor.

Tony loved the taste of her. She was wild in her desire and she spurred him on taking and giving back as their tongues danced and caressed each other. His hands roamed over her back freely. He loved the feel of her shapely muscles and the heat radiating off her body. In his wildest dreams he never imagined that she would want this as much as he did.

Ziva moaned and gasped as Tony kissed her divinely. She had known it would be powerful but nothing had prepared her for this intensity. His hands roamed across her body sending goose flesh racing across her skin. She wanted to feel his skin against hers. She reached down to his shirt and undid the remaining buttons before stripping it off his body.

Tony reached for the clasp on her bra and undid it. Ziva, panting pulled away from him as he slid her bra down her arms. In the merger light she saw Tony's eyes gaze upon her naked breasts. She felt her breasts swell and her nipples pebble as desire raced deep into her core.

"God, Ziva, you are beautiful." Tony whispered. His hands moved up her waist and cupped her supple flesh, squeezing and kneading. Ziva moaned out arching backwards and Tony growled as he took first one and then the other swollen bud into his hot, wet mouth. Ziva held his head close, and cried out at the delicate torture he put her through as his tongue lavishly flicked across her highly sensitive flesh. He practically worshipped her breasts and made her feel more delectable then she ever had before. She moaned his name over and over again. Her body arched and rocked with each flick of his tongue.

Tony felt her raw need heighten. She was reaching a crest and he was going to make it as sweet as he possibly could. This was their first time together and he wanted her to totally and utterly surrender to the sensations he was giving her. She moved more frantically, her fingers dug into his shoulders and the back of his head, he hips rocked and her moans became louder.

"Tony… Oh …Oh … Oh …" she panted.

"Let it happen… Let go … Ziva… Let go…" Tony whispered between suckling her. Then he surprised her by closing his teeth firmly around her swollen bud and biting down. His tongue flicked hard and wild and she cried out as a powerful wave of ecstasy vibrated from deep within her core and radiated through her whole body.

She panted, gasped and rubbed herself against Tony, tiny shivers racing across her skin and making her feel so sexual, so womanly, so desirable. No one had ever made her feel this way before. She leaned forward and took Tony's face in her hands and she kissed him deeply, longingly, devotedly.

Tony moaned his body tense and pulsating.

Ziva drew back and purred, "That was amazing. Now it's your turn…"

"Oh God … Ziva!"

Author's Note:

Let me know your thoughts….

And should Tony have a turn?