This is why I eat take out. Tony was trying in vain to prepare a dinner that Ziva would like. He'd cooked a chicken and gone to the trouble of microwaving broccoli in cheese sauce. Some how, cafeteria food looked better. The smell of burning food brought Ziva into the kitchen; she had just gotten a whiff of something that smelled suspiciously like charcoal. Upon her entrance, she saw smoke rising from the pans on the stove. "Ouch!" Tony swore and stuck a burned index finger in his mouth. "Run it underwater." Ziva turned the faucet on and ran his hand under the cold water.
She coughed through the smoke and surveyed the damage. The chicken looked like a meteorite and broccoli and cheese looked like solidified rubber.
Tony turned and caught sight of Ziva standing in the doorway. He gave her a sheepish smile and shrugged his shoulders.
"Do you see why I don't cook?"
"Yes, Tony." Ziva couldn't help but laugh. "I'm beginning to understand. OK, I'll help you. What else do you have?"
"Whatever's in the fridge and freezer, help yourself."
Ziva walked to the refrigerator and began to survey its contents. She wasn't surprised to find it basically bare save for eggs, milk and beer. She opened the freezer and found basically the same situation. A few frozen pizzas, of course, frozen fries and waffles. Well, that certainly narrowed her choices, didn't it? She thought for a moment.
"Well I'm not eating pizza again, so I guess it will be waffles and scrambled eggs." She announced.
She pulled out the waffles and a few eggs and laid them on the counter, then turned towards Tony.
"You do the waffles and I'll handle the eggs. You do know how to warm these in the toaster without burning them, right?" She couldn't help teasing him.
"Yeah Ziva, I think even I can manage waffles in the toaster." Tony replied good-naturedly.
Together they cooked and ate in comfortable silence. Afterwards, Ziva stood and stretched. She stifled a yawn, "I'm meat."
"Beat?"
"Whatever. Let's go to bed. No funny business though. I'm not done being pissed."
X
Ziva lay quietly for a while, and then she began to snore lightly. She waited for Tony's breathing to even out to let her know he was sleeping. Once she was sure he was asleep, she waited a few more minutes, then slipped soundlessly from the bed. She made her way into the living room and once again pulled out her cell phone. She dialed Namir who gave her the information she had been hoping for.
Ziva dressed quickly then made her way out the door. She walked down the hall and rode the elevator down to the parking garage, walking through the rows of cars until she found Tony's Mustang. Ziva pulled out her lock picking kit and went to work on the lock. Just as she was about to open the lock she heard a voice near her ear.
"Want the keys?"
She whirled around to face Tony with her knife in hand.
"Tony, it's not smart to sneak up on me. I could have killed you!" She exclaimed.
"Just where do you think you're going, Miss David?" He questioned.
"I'm going to pay a visit to the people who are trying to kill me." She snapped, angry at being caught.
"Well, there's no way you're driving my car, so get in the passenger side and let's go."
"What? You're not going with me. This is my problem, Tony and I can deal with it on my own. I don't need your help."
"First of all, don't kid yourself. You might be good, Ziva, but you're not good enough to take on a whole Hamas cell single handedly. Second, either I go with you or I take you back upstairs and tie you to the bed, which might actually be fun."
For a moment she just glared at him. Tony's gaze remained steady and finally, with a frustrated growl, she walked around to the other side of the car and got in. She slammed the door with a bit more force than necessary and smiled wickedly when she saw Tony wince.
Tony got in and started the car.
"Where are we going?" He asked as he drove out of the building. He knew Gibbs and McGee would be trailing them along with a few other NCIS agents. No one had expected Ziva to sit and wait. They knew her well enough to know that she would make a move when she thought they were least expecting it. Gibbs had ordered Tony to call him as soon as Ziva left the apartment and Tony had made that call on his way down to the parking garage behind Ziva.
Ziva gave him the directions and named the location.
"An abandoned warehouse? How cliché. Can't these guys think of anything new?" Tony commented.
They arrived at their destination a few minutes later. Tony parked the car behind a warehouse near the one they were looking for. It was obvious which building it was, it was the only one with lights on inside, although they all appeared to be dilapidated. They walked around to the trunk where Tony pulled out their gun belts and weapons loaded with full clips.
They heard footsteps approaching and turned to face Gibbs, McGee and five more NCIS agents. Ziva shot Tony a look. Great, not only did she have to deal with Tony, but Gibbs and the others as well. She had wanted to handle this problem on her own. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off before she could begin.
"I don't want to hear it, David. Either we do this together or Tony can take you back to NCIS and the rest of us will handle these guys." Gibbs said.
"Gibbs, this is not necessary. It's my problem; let me take care of it." She argued.
"Ziva, you helped me out when I needed it and I'm here to pay you back. Even if I didn't owe you, you're a member of my team and none of my team members go into something like this alone." He replied.
"But Gibbs-"
"It's not a request, Officer David. It's an order. Got it?" Gibbs was starting to get angry. Damn but she was as stubborn woman.
Ziva looked like she wanted to continue to argue, but she wisely held her tongue. Gibbs began to go over their plan of attack.
"OK, we're going to surround them. DiNozzo, David, I want you to take the back entrance. Henderson, Michaels, you two cover them from behind. McGee and I will take the front door with Jacobs and Watson as back-up. You three," he pointed to the three remaining agents, "take the side door on the left side of the building. On my signal we go in. Stay low and alert. We have no idea how many are inside or what kind of weaponry they have. Understood?"
They all nodded. McGee handed over two com-links for Tony and Ziva.
"Round up as many as you can. I want these bastards, but don't do anything stupid. No unnecessary risks, got it, David?"
"Yes." Ziva agreed.
"OK, let's get into position. Remember, wait for my signal."
They separated and the agents took their positions, anxiously awaiting Gibbs' signal to enter.
Gibbs waited a moment, "Everyone in position?" he asked.
"Affirmative" he heard from the other two teams.
"OK, on three. 1…2…3! Go, Go, Go!"
Then there was a cacophony of sound as all three doors were kicked in and the agents stormed the warehouse.
Shouts of "Freeze, Federal Agents!" and "NCIS, don't move!" Came over the radios.
They had surprised most of the 10-12 members who were sleeping; two stood guard armed with police issue M-4s and they opened fire on the agents. However, there were too many agents for them to shoot at once and they were quickly taken down, even with the high powered semi-automatic weapons. But as all of the agents focused their attention on the two armed men, most of the others were able to slip away. Two were left and they took off in opposite directions. One ran for Ziva. She braced herself for the attack and grinned. She was itching for a fight.
The man lunged at Ziva with a knife. Tony watched in fascination as she smoothly stepped to the side and grabbed his arm propelling him forward as she shoved her knee into his groin. As he gasped and crumpled in pain, Ziva used her other arm to ram her elbow into his neck, and just like that, in less than 20 seconds, the man was down and handcuffed. He had tears rolling down his cheeks. Tony almost felt sorry for him, except for the fact that he had been trying to kill Ziva.
"Damn, remind me to never point a knife at you." Tony said in awe.
Ziva just grinned. She loved a good fight.
Gibbs and McGee came over with the other suspect in tow.
"You two ok?" He asked gruffly.
"Yes," They replied.
"Alright, good work. The others might have gotten away for now, but two are down and we've got these two, as well. We'll take them in and see what we can get out of them. McGee, call Ducky and tell him we need him out here to pick up those other two guys."
"On it, Boss." McGee replied and pulled out his cell phone.
Gibbs turned to Tony and Ziva. "You two go home and get some rest. Don't argue, David. Tony will bring you in to the office tomorrow morning. Now go." He ordered.
Tony and Ziva had no choice but to do as he said. As much as Ziva wanted to follow Gibbs back to NCIS and have a go at the two suspects, she knew better than to argue with him. Besides, it was late and she really was tired.
They drove back to Tony's apartment in relative silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable.
As they walked back into the apartment, Tony groaned.
"Man, I'm tired. I'm so ready for bed."
"Me, too." Ziva agreed with a yawn.
They quickly got ready for bed.
Tony sat on the edge of his bed rolling his neck back and forth. He had a bit of a crick in it that was bothering him.
Ziva walked in once again dressed in his old t-shirt. He would never be able to look at it again without picturing her wearing it. Hell, he would probably give it to her, it looked much better on her.
Ziva saw Tony rubbing his neck and walked over to sit beside him.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"I've just got a crick in my neck that won't go away." He rubbed it some more.
"Let me see if I can help." Ziva said.
She crawled behind him on the bed and scooted close to his back. She placed her cool hands on his neck and began to rub gently in the spot she had seen him rubbing.
"Here?" She questioned softly.
"Umm..Yes," Tony managed to get out. He bit back a groan. She had magical hands.
Ziva continued to massage his neck for a few minutes before moving her hands up into his hair to work on his scalp.
When she did this, Tony couldn't help but groan. "Ohh.." Her fingers on his scalp were sending waves through him. He shivered.
"Feel good?" She whispered in his ear.
"Oh, yes." He was in heaven and her scent was beginning to drive him crazy as was her close proximity to his body.
Ziva leaned forward and placed a feather soft kiss on Tony's cheek. He turned his head to face her. He looked her in the eye for confirmation that this was what she wanted. Ziva just smiled and kissed him again. This time on the lips, a gentle brush.
Tony reached behind him and pulled Ziva around to sit on his lap.
He kissed her softly, tasting her as he had wanted to do for so long; especially after their undercover assignment.
Ziva eagerly kissed him back, pushing her tongue into his mouth and twining it with his. Tony gripped her hips and squeezed. She moaned, deep in her throat.
As they continued their assault on each other's mouths, Tony ran his hands up under Ziva's shirt to her breasts. He was reliving their dream sequence from the previous day. Her skin was so soft, like silk. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples eliciting yet another loud moan from her.
Without breaking contact with her mouth Tony stood and turned so that he could lay Ziva down on the bed and straddle her body. He pulled her shirt up and over her head then stepped back a moment to survey what he had uncovered. She was so beautiful and strong. God, he wanted her.
Tony leaned down and slowly ran his hands up the insides of her thighs until he reached her center. He stopped there and stroked her through her underwear causing her body to buck. He teased her for another moment before removing his hand and beginning to place kisses along her stomach, making his way up to her chest. Once there, he kissed one breast while taking the other in his hand to caress it. Tony ran his tongue in circles over her breast before closing his lips over her nipple to suckle it. Ziva screamed.
She reached down and grabbed a handful of his t-shirt, pulling his face back to hers for another kiss. Her hands traveled over his back and she found the hem of his shirt and began to pull it up his back and over his head, briefly losing contact with his mouth. Ziva threw the shirt to the floor before claiming his mouth yet again. She rubbed her hands over his muscular chest and trailed them down to his waist where she began to work on removing his pants. Once she had them unzipped she started to push them down his hips. Tony joined her in her efforts and had soon kicked them off.
Ziva then removed his boxers. After all barriers were removed she gripped him in her hand. This time, Tony was the one to groan. She ran her hand up and down his length until he could take no more.
"Ziva?" He gasped out, the question in his voice.
"Yes, Tony, now." She answered.
He reached down and removed her underwear before entering her slowly. She felt so good. Tony kissed her she wrapped her arms and legs around his body. He began to build a rhythm and slowly increased his pace until he sent them both over the edge.
Afterward, they lay together in bed. Tony had Ziva pulled close to his body her back to him with his arm around her waist. He pressed a kiss into her hair and spoke softly in her ear with a chuckle.
"You weren't lying."
"What do you mean?" Ziva asked.
"When you said you were a screamer. You weren't lying." Tony smiled in the dark.
Ziva let out a soft laugh. "You didn't believe me?"
"Oh, I believed you, but now I know for sure."
"Yes, you certainly do." Ziva turned to kiss him. "Goodnight, Tony."
He tightened his grip on her. "Goodnight, Ziva."
They slept.
TBC….
Chapter End Notes:
Now, did anyone really think Ziva was just going to sit around and let everyone else have all the fun? Pshaw…Of course not. Tony didn’t think so either.