With every passing second I could feel more and more consumed into Ziva. Her eyes, her figure…everything about her. This was a good choice, don't screw this up Tony, he kept telling himself over and over between kisses. Of course she had her…flaws…but those were all on the inside. I loved her, no doubt, and that is a hard thing to admit. I didn't want to get hurt. Hell I don't want her to be hurt by my stupid mistakes…I have to man up to my feelings for once.
How long has it been? A minute? Thirty? I lost track after the first kiss. It didn't matter, Gibbs was still gonna have our asses when we got back. Especially considering it is so obvious to where we have been…
As Ziva collected her jacket, she looked up at me with a devious smile. "I wonder if we shouldn't have left Tim with all that work."
I smiled equally. "Oh Probie'll be fine. Its character-building."
We left the bathroom in the same condition in which we entered, or maybe even better. My memory fails me sometimes. Once getting back to the squad room, I could feel McGee's stare burn through my skin. "What's that matter with you?" I snapped at him.
He got up out of his chair and completely ignored my question. "Where were you two?"
"The bathroom." Ziva answered truthfully. "Yeah, probie McProbie pants. We human beings have to do that from time to time."
"Which one? Actually using it or the other thing all three of us knew you were doing in there?" McGee answered.
"Well, Tim. I would say both except you got it all wrong. We did no such thing."
"At least not here." Ziva added a split second before Gibbs entered the room. "Don't want to hear about it," He muttered moving to the big screen. McGee quickly scrambled towards him with the remote and put up a picture on the screen. As much as I tried not to, I couldn't keep my eyes off of Ziva. Which…naturally…led to me being slapped in the back of the head.
"Focus!" He hissed. I nodded, "Yes, Boss. The lieutenant's, um, boss-"
"Is being brought in for questioning." Ziva completed. "Good, any other news?"
"No," We all said at the same time.
"Good. Now actually get to work before I make it so that none of you can do those two things again."
We all wielded. Well…except Ziva. She didn't have to worry as much as McGee and I did. For the next three hours left at work, we actually did our work. In fact, we even got clearance to discover what operations the lieutenant was running. It was mostly terrorist cells being tracked down in Iraq however none of which was relevant to the case. Which sucked because I had a feeling this was getting nowhere.
Aside from that McGee uncovered our lieutenant's boss's past (or at least a bit off it) and it seems as if he has a motive too. Our little victim was sleeping with his wife, which is a classic motive for homicide. I mean, ask anyone who has seen any good cop movie. I could get into detail, but I was tired and I needed to get ready for dinner…with Ziva.
Okay, so it's not a dinner but its something.
"Ah Tony…you don't need to get me drunk to take me to your place," Ziva smiled coyly. She was so funny when she was drunk.
I propped up my head with my hand. "Who said I was trying to get you drunk? And who said I was taking you to my place?" I joked around.
"The fact that we have only been here an hour and we have already had a lot of drinks." She laughed, ignoring the last part of my question. She got up off of the bar stool and slipped her coat back over her black tank top before facing me.
"Then let's go," I smiled as I picked up my coat and extended my arm enough for hers to intertwine with mine. I haven't felt like this since…well since Jeanne and that wasn't even real. This…this is real. No lying involved (maybe a little), being able to be comfortable with each other (except her family), and to be able to make love without someone watching us (like when we were undercover). Finally there were no boundaries-no guidelines for me to follow. That's all that I wanted and now I finally got.
Once we got to her new apartment, she invited me in. "Make yourself comfortable." She told me as she went to the bathroom. It looked almost identical to her last except it felt…colder. Like something was taken from her during the explosion. Oh yeah…the explosion. I had almost forgotten about that…How could I forget when it was the sole reason for the burns on her skin? She had sacrificed so much and for her life to be taken away in a split second would have been horrifyingly heartbreaking. But I suppose she was right…it wasn't the first time someone was out to kill her. Or place a bomb in her apartment.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, which made me jump two feet off the ground. "Get the door Tony!" Ziva shouted from the bathroom. "No problem." I answered before getting up and walking towards the door.
I opened it quickly; shocked to see it was Gibbs. "Gibbs? Boss what are you doing here?"
He didn't answer. He just walked it urgently and made his way to the center of the apartment. Ziva came out of the bathroom and was too surprised to see him. Why was he here? He never visits us unless something has happened or will happen or if he couldn't get a hold of us, but both of our cells was still on. What could be bothering him?
"Gibbs? Why are you-" Ziva asked quickly before being cut off.
"The lieutenant was murdered because he picked a bone with a sleeper cell and now they are targeting us." He answered right away, "You two were at the top of the list."
"But how do you-"
"While you two were getting drunk and doing who knows what, Tim actually found time to not only find out what operations they were conducting but able to hack into one of the guy's computers. In a document or whatever was a new list of names…and at the top were Ziva David and Anthony DiNozzo."
My jaw dropped. Now WE were the targets in an act of terrorism? The hell? "But as he did more research into it he found out being a sleeper cell was only a cover. Our dead guy, his boss, and a couple of his co workers actually were planning to embezzle money out of the government and kill off anybody who stood in the way."
"So what's the problem?" Ziva asked, "Why haven't we arrested him yet?"
Gibbs gave her his stare before turning to me. "He is missing…so is his bank account and our dead guy's co workers. They are more than likely trying to find out how to kill us right now."
All I did was nod and grab my coat again. "So where to, Boss?"
Once again, no answer. Why had he warned us? Did he think something would happen to us? Never once has he came to my door…and why did he figure I would be here? Well…he knows about "us" but what if Ziva went to my place? Millions of questions followed those but as always I kept it to myself. To ask anymore would just break my concentration.
Gibbs drove us back to base speeding almost as badly as Ziva. He must have known something because he only acted this way if his gut was telling him something. "Gibbs watch out!-" I began holding onto the handles in his sedan, "Why are you so concerned?"
"Maybe he thinks the lieutenant's boss will try to bomb us on the road." Ziva suggested, not concerned with the driving.
Gibbs didn't answer.
"If the car was rigged we would be dead by now!" The car came to an abrupt stop in front of the NCIS building. Frightened from the drive, I stood still until I realized I was the only one in the car. Ziva opened my door and dragged me out quickly. "I can do this myself." I answered unbuckling my seatbelt. We were on base now…we had nothing to worry about. Although I wish I could believe that I knew it was wrong.
Right when I thought I was finally getting my life back on track…