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My Death, It Is Yours

MDIIY: Chapter One
MDIIY: Chapter Two
MDIIY: Chapter Three
MDIIY: Chapter Four
MDIIY: Chapter Five
MDIIY: Chapter Six
MDIIY: Chapter Seven
MDIIY: Chapter Eight

"Ziva, where are you going?" asked Gibbs watching her walk towards the elevator with her bag slung over her shoulder. She paused in her attempts to get home for the night and away from so much negative stimuli.

Turning and looking at Gibbs, she stood a little taller and spoke up, "Home, Gibbs. I am tired and we have no new lead at this point in place- eh, time." Her hair was in a tight pony-tail, having somehow managed for the day to avoid Tony's swiping fingers.

Gibbs shook his head as he watched her, "I don't think so, Ziva. I've got a safe house set up for you and Tony. You're both coming with me in twenty minutes."

Ziva debated a strong protest but her boss was already turning his back and going towards the stairs to the director's office. She was sure that Vance would love a visit from him in this mood. Gibbs had been on edge since the bomb incident in Tony's place. "Yes, boss," she muttered to his back and slunk back to her chair, flopping in it and dropping her bag next to her.

Turning on her computer she browsed the web for something to do mostly. She flipped through a Wikipedia page on the NCIS and couldn't help a smirk. Some of it was correct, but a lot of it was bullshit composed of what people had seen on television. She got to the end of the page and flicked her finger up and down the scrolling button, watching the page roll up and back downwards. Time consuming. That's all she needed, was something to consume the time she waited on Gibbs and Tony.

A warm hand on her shoulder had her pause and tighten her grip on the mouse so as not to strike out at who ever had decided to suddenly grab her. She turned her head enough to catch sight of Tony. "Dinozzo," she murmured. "Don't you know better than to sneak up on Mossad?" Her voice was smothered in a glare.

"Didn't know that I could sneak up on a Mossad Agent. Getting a little rusty, Miss David?" Tony asked placing his casted hand on her other shoulder and running his thumbs in small circles across the muscles of her back.

Ziva threw an elbow back around the chair and hit Tony just above the kidneys. "Next time, it will be on the kidneys, got me?" she asked as he fell back away from her with a grunt.

It actually hadn't been a hard hit and Tony had to chuckle. "Yes ma'am. I bet you can get very violent in the bed, huh?" he asked reaching around for the pen sitting on her desk.

"Do not stuff that down your cast," she growled at him. Her eyes swung over to him and watched carefully as he eased the pen back around her and down onto her desktop. "So, I am guessing that you know of Gibbs' plans for us," she stated.

The cocked eyebrow that Tony shot her gave it all away. He didn't know. At least Ziva wasn't the only one left in the dark. Ziva had to admit though, that she may have deserved the mistrust that placed her in the dark with Gibbs. She knew he could get very upset with people. "No…" he dragged out the word in a low timber of crescendo notes. "What plans?" Tony pushed resting a hand on the back of her chair once he'd drawn himself close enough again.

"He has us staying in a safe house. I do not know for how long or where the safe resides." Ziva huffed and leaned onto her forearms across the edge of her desk. She paused and looked back at Tony then bit the inside of her cheek. Tony didn't have much of a house to go back to at this time anyway. It was a tad charred. "I am sorry about your house, Tony. I was not thinking when I felt upset about this."

Tony shrugged his shoulders and pulled her chair out enough that he was standing in front of her. He crouched down so that he could look her in the eyes. "Don't worry about it. We've got bigger things to deal with," he said, hands resting on atop of hers on the arms of her chair.

The hint of a smile wavered at the corner of her lips and she leaned forward, inches from Tony's face. "You are cute when you are playing protective tough guy, do you know that?" she asked, brown eyes playfully squinted.

Tony's eyebrow jumped sky high and his eyes snapped wide, voice catching in his throat. She was so close, so tempting, not to mention hitting on him. He leaned in to steal a kiss from her seductive lips and came into contact with her finger.

"Eh! Uh uh, not in the office, Anthony Dinozzo." She leaned back with a playful smirk. It was nice to feel the tension rolling off of her as she teased and joked with Tony.

Tony frowned deeply, lines creasing over his forehead. "Humph, I don't think that's fair Ziva," he said with the long emphasis on the 'I' he used when he was teasing her back. "You can't say I'm cute then pull away."

Ziva gave him a sidelong look of "oh yeah?", one eyebrow riding high and lips pressed in a thin twisted smirk. She folded her arms over her chest watching him as he backed up far enough to stand without bumping into her chair. "It would look like I just did and there is not much you can do about it," she chuckled softly.

The trill of laughter, the happy look that was washing over Ziva, the easy manner of their flirting had Tony excited and a little pushy. He had laid bare his heart to her and, while he wasn't rejected, was left waiting. Moving forward he quickly reached out and wrapped his arms around her. Her hands immediately went to his chest to keep distance and the strain put on his casted wrist was a tad painful but he wasn't in a caring mood. He saw what he wanted and he was going to have it. Heaving her upwards out of her chair, Tony pulled her close, noting she wasn't fighting back much for a Mossad agent. Though Tony was competent he could keep up with her, he knew she could give him a big run for his money. She wasn't giving him anything.

Sagging slightly in Tony's arms, Ziva felt male lips crush against hers in a flood of warmth and tingles. The taste of him was richer than she'd have thought being the end of the day. He had the delicious bitterness of a strongly brewed coffee dancing over his lips and washing across hers. His hands were, well one was, wrapped tightly around her, keeping her close. Flashes of being held up against the door by him flashed into her mind and she felt her body growing warm, taut, and achy.

"When you two are done, I'm ready to get out of here for the night," Gibbs' voice echoed around the bull pin.

Tony and Ziva yanked out of one another's arms quickly and Tony went into stuttering blushes. Ziva just grinned wickedly and grabbed her bag. She slung the thing in a manner that allowed it to smack into Tony's shoulder. "Come on Dinozzo, we have bigger things to deal with." Ziva didn't know she had it in her to strut so across the bull pin considering she wasn't in a dress but she managed and felt Tony's riveted eyes on her backside. She could also hear Gibbs attempting to stifle a laugh with the sleeve of his jacket.

The safe house was a set of apartment housing set together in a tight grouping. To Ziva's trained eye, she could see the two cops pretending to play house out on the front porch of one of the buildings. As they drew nearer that set of complexes, she also noted they were packing heat. The slight bulge at their hips gave that away.

Tony moved up and took the steps up the porch two at a time and stood in front of the two undercover cops. "If you hear any screaming, don't worry, it's just her in the throes of pleasure," Tony grinned and immediately felt a hard cuffed hand at the back of his head.

"Please, he is the screamer," Ziva said dropping her hand to the handle of the door and yanking it open. She disappeared within, leaving a stunned Tony on the porch. Gibbs chuckled and gave the two on the porch a short wave before following after Ziva.

Gibbs reached out a hand and touched her elbow, nudging her towards the elevator. "It's on the fourth floor," he said. "First floor is the couple outside, second is a pair of cops who witnessed a big murder, third is a witness in some special case for the FBI."

"Tony will be pleased to know that the feds could be in this building with us," Ziva smiled. "Hope we do not run into your friend Fornell."

Gibbs laughed. "Ah, he and I aren't that bad together." He pushed the fourth floor button just as Tony came into the building. The doors shut just before Tony could get into them and Gibbs snickered.

"Uh huh…" Ziva just smirked and folded her arms behind her back as she waited to get to her floor. Fortunately, Gibbs seemed in a better mood than she had predicted he'd be in. When it came to the care of agents, you couldn't ask for a better father figure than Gibbs, especially concerning Tony. Ziva was still figuring out the relationship there; sure she knew some details but the "how" is what stuck her.

When the elevator dinged and the doors opened there was a panting and bent over Tony standing before them. "Took the stairs, Boss," he said straightening up quickly and giving a boyish look. Nope, Ziva was no longer confused. Right there it was…he was such a boy…

"Have you ever seen the movie Peter Pan, Tony?" Ziva asked stepping around him close enough that their shoulders brushed.

Tony gave her first a confused look then a smile at the feel of her so close. She was very precise in every movement she made- the brush by was no mistake. "Uh, which one? Animate, play or new movie?"

Ziva turned half around, waiting as Gibbs unlocked the door to the apartment. "Any?" she asked not having actually known there was more than one. She'd actually only read it.

"Ahh, no," Tony gleamed and moved into the room after Gibbs.

Ziva followed suit, giving Gibbs a smile as he held the door open for her. The inside wasn't as bad as she guessed it would be. The floor only consisted of this apartment space so it was rather large. The living room, dining room and kitchen were open to one another, the former two blocked from the later only by an island counter. A hallway branching off of the dining room led to what she guessed was bedrooms and a bathroom.

Gibbs stood in the middle of the small entry way before the living and dining rooms waiting for his two agents' attention to return to him from looking around the place they'd be staying. "I'd like you to call in when you need a ride to work. Someone will pick you up. If you need food the fridge is stocked. Do not, under any circumstances, leave this building. Tony, you listening to me?"

"Me? She's here, too." Tony looked over Ziva and caught her look of raised eyebrows and a sly smirk. "Yeah, I hear you Boss," he said in a resigned tone. "So, do we get the day off tomorrow?" he piped up quickly, probably too hopefully.

Gibbs just laughed. "If you give me a call, I can come pick you up tomorrow." He tossed the keys of the apartment to Tony, dug into his pocket and tossed each agent a phone, then turned and headed out of the door. Pausing before he closed he turned enough to look over his shoulder and added, "I might even bring you coffee." The man disappeared before they could respond.

Tony beamed and Ziva started to relax. Maybe Gibbs wasn't as angry with her as she'd thought. Moving slowly around the apartment, looking at the windows, the lock on the door, the bedrooms Ziva subconsciously counted steps to different areas of the place while she flipped her phone around in her hand like a counter.

Stepping back into the main area, Ziva found Tony bent over looking into the fridge. "Anything edible?" she asked craning her head to glance around his body.

Tony stood up and looked over her with a look of slight disgust. "Abby might think so. Health food mostly." He turned, reached in and pulled out a round container. "This might be chip dip." His eyes were alight with hope. "What is hummus?" he asked popping open the lid and sniffing it.

"Health food…" Ziva had never enjoyed it even though Abby was convinced she should considering it was Middle-Eastern cuisine. As much as she and Abby were starting to get along again, they would always disagree on the term "edible".

"Yuck!" Tony exclaimed and slammed the lid shut, tossing the container back in. "So, no to answer your question." He stood up and shut the refrigerator door before looking into the living room. "I wonder what movies they have in this place."

Ziva chuckled and moved to the fridge to check for herself. The best she found was a container of OJ, of which she poured a glass and took a seat on a stool at the island counter. "You'll probably be disappointed," she said as he crouched at the entertainment center and popped open a cabinet.

He peered inside for a few moments then shut that door too and fell back on his rear end. "Yeah, big time. A couple Keanu Reeves movies, some chick flicks…" Tony shook his head. "This is going to be miserable. You think telling Gibbs that he needs to bring movies and pizza will get us killed?"

"It might get you killed," she said sipping at her orange juice. It was full of pulp and she wasn't sure yet whether she approved or not. Wasn't like she had much choice.

Tony shot his eyes over to her from where he was now lying on the floor, hands tucked comfortably under his head. "Why wouldn't it get you killed, Miss David?" he questioned.

"Because I would not ask him that," she said with a tight lipped smile. Decidedly, the orange juice was just fine and Ziva took another long drink from the glass.

"Hmm," Tony murmured and looked up at the ceiling. He had very precise structure to his face, defined lines, slightly higher cheek bones and a well curved neck that disappeared beneath his button-up. His skin was a warm tan, perfectly smooth looking. His lips…Ziva tightened her legs closer together as she thought of them back on her body. They had been soft and warm, traveling quickly then slowing at the most tender places. She'd not felt anything quite like his lips. Ziva didn't realize she'd been staring until she was looking too long into his eyes. Blinking, she found him grinning at her like a child. "What?" she asked in a rough tone.

"Don't ask me what. You're the one staring." Tony kept the grin as he perched himself up on his elbow to get a better look at her. "And you're so far because?"

Ziva frowned at him and held up her nearly empty glass of orange juice. "Can a woman finish her drink before she is bothered?"

Tony laughed and remained on the floor, tossing one leg over the other as they stretched out. He watched her slowly finish her drink, rinse it slowly with hot water, and set it in the sink. She turned and looked at him for a long pause, slowly batting her eyes at him. Ziva's long legs strode slowly from the kitchen, around the island counter and into the living room to stand in front of him. She was smiling very softly, the edges of her lips having the slightest of upturned curves. It was sexy.

Reaching up he grabbed the backs of Ziva's legs and gave them a tug. She looked down at him and caved in, moving downwards to kneel next to him. "So, it is 6:00 on a Friday night. We have no good food and no good movies. What should we do, Tony?" she asked, reaching out and brushing at his bangs. This seemed like it was going to be a habit she wouldn't mind having.

The smile he gave her was a crude one and though she wanted to yell at him, Ziva felt her chest tighten in anticipation. "I'm looking at what I would like to do," he said.

"Well, that is awfully romantic, Anthony Dinozzo." Ziva shifted so that she was sitting more comfortably on the floor and not risking her legs going to sleep.

"I can do romance, if that's what you'd like." He chuckled a little and moved his hand up along her arm, fingers dancing around one another. They moved up her shoulder and Ziva held still, trying to suppress the chills running through her at his delicate touch. "You're beautiful, Ziva." It was a murmur, nothing forced, nothing fake, just a dispelling of feelings. It warmed her up hearing it. His fingers glided over her neck and up into her hair, pulling out the hair tie.

Ziva's hair rolled over her shoulders and around her in an airy tumbling. The dark mocha locks were quickly threaded by Tony's fingers and he pulled her down. She let her eyes fall to half-mast and expected her lips to connect with Tony's. Instead, a warm fluttering of breath pooled at the bottom of her neck where her collar bone made a sensitive dip. The warm wetness of a tongue trailed along the dip and across the bone ending in a light nip of teeth. She could not hide a shudder this time. "Tony," she breathed out and gripped at his shirt. He'd had the control last time and while it had been fantastic, there was too much out of her control this time.

Flattening her palms against his chest she pushed him back onto the floor away from her and stood up. "If you want to continue this, you will have to come get me." Ziva headed off for the hallway that led to the bathroom and bedrooms. She heard Tony scrambling to his feet and smirked, ducking into the largest bedroom. She gave it a quick look over, noting the large bed, a writing desk, a large dresser and tall mirror-doors on the closet. She was spun around by a rush of hands and laughed at the sharp, hungry look in Tony's eyes.

Grabbing his shirt she pulled him roughly to her lips, forcing them to open with an impatient tongue, and delved deep inside enjoying immediately the taste of him. She couldn't get enough of the coffee sitting heavy on his tongue. Pulling him closer to her she backed further into the room and her back found the sturdy closet doors.

Ziva felt Tony reach out and plant his hands on the mirrors of the doors behind her. The bracing of his arms tightened his muscles. Pulling her hands from the fabric of his shirt, Ziva began working on undoing his buttons as they dueled for dominance with their tongues. One of his hands moved from the mirror, down to her hip, slid along her thigh and hiked her leg. She pressed her hips into him and hooked her leg around his hip. She felt him lift his hand away as she pop opened the last button of his shirt and he tugged at the hem of her shirt. Moving her hands up she let him tug it all the way off.

The feel of Tony thrust slightly against her khaki-ed hips with his jean covered hips had her gasp slightly. Snapping her foot a little more around his leg she pulled them around, slamming him into the mirrored doors. He grunted but didn't fight back much more than a harder bite on her now bared shoulder. Ziva's mind was racing sky high with this. Moving her hands down she pulled at his button and zipper, then hers. They were too close though. The clothes were stuck, pinned between their subtly rocking hips. "Move," she growled at him.

Ziva couldn't figure out his complacency to the orders and dominance she was radiated. There was something underlying in it, but her head was too muddled with shocks of warmth and lust. When he was moved enough, Ziva yanked at both of their pants and found Tony had decided to go commando today. A crude grin spread over her face. She was left in a light blue thong. Even Ziva needed to feel like a pretty girl every now and again. The feel of a hard warmth pressing at her stomach had her quickly discarding the cute panties.

Putting a hand on the mirrored door they were resting on and an arm around Tony's neck, Ziva hiked herself up onto Tony's hips, mirroring their previous encounter in her apartment. Tony's lips moved along her neck, his arms wrapped around her waist to help hold her up, and he pressed himself into her core drawing a delicious murmur from both of them. He rocked his hips along with hers, tossing his head back against the mirror and closing his eyes.

Ziva's fingers dragged against the mirror and drew her eyes to it. She had to let out a gasp at the heightened eroticism of seeing herself riding Tony. His back was taut with the muscles straining under the exertion of the position, her hair was flowing around them, bouncing with each thrust of their hips and she was arched into him just right creating a beautiful curve of her body. She had never felt more beautiful-

No, that wasn't true. Ziva had most felt flattered, girly, sexy, whenever Tony gave her a smoldering look hovering inches from her lips and breathing out her name. "Tony," she breathed out trying to get his attention.

"Hmm?" he mused opening his eyes to look at her.

She leaned in to lightly kiss his lips, across his jaw and to nibble on his ear. "Keep your eyes open. Look at me. Let me watch you," she said and clenched her thighs and inner muscles around him.

Tony gasped and fought to keep his eyes open, his mind steady, his body upright. "All right," he said and looked back into her eyes.

It wasn't awkward. There was a connection as they thrust together. Staring into his eyes Ziva could feel what he'd expressed to her at the hospital, the love he was willing to give and take. If she could only put that into words for him. She felt him move one hand to drag along her thigh, nails first. It sent shivers through her, drawing out a gasp. The heat was building in them both. Their eyes were glassing over and Ziva leaned in again, seeking his lips. Their glances were still locked on one another and Tony's hips bucked faster, his hands gripping at her wherever they could. They moved rapidly, randomly, over her body as if he couldn't get all of her at once and needed to.

Ziva moved her hand into his hair, keeping the arm wrapped around his neck. She tugged at it, pulling his head back and biting at his neck. With a harder thrust, she felt him pouring into her and his harder kick of the hips sent her over with his name pouring from her. The feel of Ziva tightening and fluttering around Tony in orgasm had him crying out her name and together they crooned to each other of the pleasure they were drowning in.

Somehow they ended up in the bed and not sprawled on the floor. How Tony had the strength to do all of this, Ziva wasn't sure but she also wasn't complaining. Wrapped in his arms she felt sated, comfortable and at ease. His nose was buried in the back of her neck, her hair wrapped up in a messy bun out of the way. They were both naked, of course, and warm. She was running her fingers over his arm, noticing a few scars and watching the hairs rise in goose-bumps at her tendings.

"Ziva," Tony spoke up softly.

"Hmm?" she echoed back to him, pausing only briefly in the movement of her fingers on his arm.

Tony took in a deep breath and pulled back from her neck. "Do I have your heart yet?"

Ziva froze. No, she didn't want this conversation right now. She didn't know what to say to him, didn't know how to say it to him. This was too perfect, why did he have to do this? God, she couldn't do this right now, she was panicking. "Why did you have to do that? This was nice, right?" Ziva pulled away, getting out of the bed and looking at him.

He had a hurt look on his face, hand laying open on the warm indent where she'd just been. He watched her pick up her shirt and stuff herself into it. "I was just-"

"Stop, I cannot do this right now, Tony. So much more is going on and I do not know what to say to you." It was breaking her heart, watching his face fall further and further, watching him collapsing in on himself and the bed. She grabbed her pants, disregarding the panties and slipped into them. Turning away Ziva took off out of the room, out of the apartment and to the stairwell. She couldn't leave- Gibbs would have her head. But she needed distance.