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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

There had been no leads beyond Ziva's having seen Mr. Hark leave the bar at 11:00 P.M., right before Ziva herself had left. She was now packing up her bag in frustration at the lack of evidence. She stuffed her NCIS hat in the bag and zipped it up, slinging it over her shoulder unceremoniously. The bull pen was alight by only her desk lamp and an annoying neon sign for a dinner that shined right in through the high windows. Ziva rubbed at her eyes furiously.

"Hey, Ziva, you need to talk?" It was Tony's voice and it came out of nowhere.

She jumped a little and looked back at Tony, glaring through clouded and red eyes. "No, Tony. I am fine." Ziva turned away from him, not wanting to get caught up in this with him. Not to mention she was now upset with herself for letting someone sneak up on her.

Just before the elevator doors shut Tony stuck his arm inside and they re-flung themselves open with a "ding". He eased his back against the elevator wall, arms tucked behind his lower back, watching her. It wasn't quite the intimidating "talk to me now" look that Gibbs gave on such an occasion but it had Ziva shifting her stance and staring with defensively squinted eyes.

"I'm just walking you to your car," Tony said shrugging off the action and looking up as the floors flew by in red above the buttons.

"That is not necessary," she replied in a flat tone.

Tony just left that little grin on his face and pushed off the wall when the elevator stopped. Sticking an arm out, he held it between the doors, allowing Ziva off first. She took off past him trying to move quickly and avoid this oncoming conversation she really didn't want to have. Sticking the keys into the lock she listened to Tony walk up to stand right behind her. Ziva was half-tempted to fling the door open and hit him with it. She resisted and turned around with a sigh. "I am not getting out of this, am I Anthony?"

Tony cocked an eyebrow at her, the puzzled look on his face more than obviously faked. "I don't know what you mean, Daviiiid," he dragged out the E. He had that cocky grin back on his face as he ran a hand through his hair and shifted his weight from one foot to another.

"Get in the car." Ziva climbed in waiting for Tony to listen to her. She might as well get this over and actually be a female- she needed to talk. The Italian man just stood outside of her car, gaping at her through the window of the mini cooper. His truly puzzled look turned into a frown as he moved around the car to get in on the other side.

"Uh," he looked at her as he put on the safety belt quickly. "I said I would walk you to your car, not home…" Then he smiled widely, flashing those straight white teeth. Ziva couldn't help but think how cute he looked when he smiled like that. "Unless of course you need some support back home. It could get awfully cold all alon-" Ziva's elbow connecting with his ribs made Tony wheeze out a breath and higher pitched groan. "Right, scratch that thought. Cold doesn't bother you anyway, does it? Your heart's a block of ice."

Ziva looked at him and there was a flicker of hurt in her eyes. She smothered it behind the hard, Mossad mask she wore. "Yeah." Her voice was soft as she threw the gears into reverse and squealed tires out of the parking garage. A large yet soft hand settled on her leg and Ziva tensed. She knew Tony could feel her body tighten but she remained silent.

"I'm sorry Ziva. I was joking around." He removed his hand and looked out of the window. Ziva looked at him then returned her eyes to the road and drive home. She had no idea why she was taking him home but something just yelled at her to not go alone. It had nothing to do with feeling unsafe but more that she didn't want to be alone. Of course, Tony would probably have it around that office that she and he slept together but she couldn't make herself care at the moment. She needed someone and he was there.

The rest of the ride to her place was quiet and neither of them seemed to mind that. The awkwardness of pulling into the parking lot and sitting in the silent parked car was what made the two of them squirm. Ziva looked over at Tony and then turned and got out of the car. She was sure he would follow and hopefully the awkwardness would break once they got inside and settled down with a drink and some t.v. or cheap conversation. He would more than likely leave after a few hours and that would be just fine.

Hearing the car door shut Ziva keyed herself into the large apartment building and headed up the stairs. She never took the elevator at her place, the stairs were better exercise. Tony, of course, complained immediately. "You know, they make those up and down things for a reason."

"Elevators Tony? It is normally your job to correct my English, is it not?" Ziva looked at him with a small smile twitched in the corner of her lips.

Tony gave her a funny look and rolled his eyes. "I was being a smart ass, thank you for ruining my fun."

"Now, that is my job. And you are welcome." Ziva took the steps two at a time, reaching the third floor fairly quickly. To his credit, Tony kept up just fine despite his gum-flapping. Ziva was putting the key in the lock when Tony grabbed her upper arms and spun her around. Normally she wasn't the type of person to let someone else push her around but for some reason she didn't fight her coworker. Staring slightly up into his eyes she eased against the door to her apartment, the door handle rubbing against her side and making the quickly forgotten keys jingle.

"Come on Ziva, talk to me. Are you alright?" he asked, placing a hand on the door above her left shoulder. He was so close she could feel his breath across her nose and lips. His breath smelled of a mix of mint and some sweet alcohol. Looking into his eyes she saw he was nowhere near intoxicated. This was Tony, the regular old sober Tony she knew and loved to hate…or was it hated to love?

She looked down a little, very un-Ziva if you asked her. "I am fine Tony. The case is-"

"Why is it getting to you?" he asked leaning in closer, eyes brimming with concern. Now she could smell his cologne. Musky. Male. Delicious.

Delicious? Ziva what is wrong with you? She took in a deep breath to settle her nerves, but that just made it worse. He was overcoming her senses and Ziva could feel her body heading for an overload. "I- Tony…" her eyes were pegged on his lips and she felt her thighs quiver. Pulling her legs together to stand steadier, she flattened her hands against the door and tried to sag away from him. "Too coincidental, but the man I think did it is not capable."

"Gibbs doesn't believe in coincidence." Tony frowned, seemingly unaware of what he was doing to her. He shifted to lean on the other arm, giving her a good look at his profile. He was sculpted rather beautiful for a pompous ass. Maybe he was such because he had good reason to be.

"I am not Gibbs, Tony." She looked up at him like he was stupid for saying that.

"I know that. I wouldn't be this close if you were Gibbs." He smiled looking down at her and froze. He caught a look in her eyes, hungry, primal. Feminine. "Uh, Ziva, maybe we should go…" He took in a deep breath and caught her scent. There was nothing floral, no perfume or cheap sweet body wash. It was all Ziva- warm, fresh, like a hot sunny day. He cocked an eyebrow at the thought and felt his breath catch in his throat. What was wrong with him. "Go inside."

Ziva nodded and shrunk back a little more, practically starting to slide down her door. Her chest was constricting as she caught the tightening of Tony's arm muscles and the hungry look in his own eyes. "Yeah." Her voice was low and sultry though she wasn't trying to be such.

Leaning in suddenly, Tony captured Ziva's lips with his own. His body moved to pin hers to the door, one arm hooking around to hold her lower back and the other grabbing one of her wrists and pinning it above them. Ziva's breath raced from her lungs as she felt Tony's warm lips against her. When he grabbed her and pulled her closer she wrapped a long leg around his hips. He pulled her further into him, pressing them both up against the door and she kicked the other one up. Locking her boots together she was completely off of the ground, wrapped around Tony as he held her up. Her back was flat against the door, the wood hard and door handle hitting her hip but she ignored the pain, the exhilaration making it so easy to ignore.

She let her tongue slip out from her mouth and run a hot, wet trail over Tony's lips. He opened his lips inviting her forth and she delved her tongue inside his mouth and against his. She took the taste of his toothpaste and rich alcohol with the sharp tang of soda that was on her breath. Breathing in a deep breath their scents were mixing and her head was spinning. This felt good. She was thinking of nothing but her racing heart, the heat between her legs and the hardness of Tony's abs pressed between her legs. Too many clothes.

Tony's head was about to explode. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Let alone with Ziva. At the weight of her wrapped around him and the feel of her tongue, his thoughts became jumbled and all he could think of was the urging need pulsing through his body. He became hard quickly and the erection throbbed against his restricting jeans. He grabbed Ziva's ass and picked her up further, letting go of her wrist so he could work the door open. The hallway was just a bit too open and what he planned on doing with her would probably not fly with the other tenants if they were to walk out on it all. Pushing the door open he moved them inside, finding it rather easy to move with her wrapped around him even though she wasn't the tiniest of women.

The way Tony moved so easily with Ziva on him made her feel like a woman. She felt protected, craved and feminine- things she didn't often come across. The way he moved his mouth down her neck to nibble on her exposed collarbone had her tossing her head back and gasping for breath. She felt the world tilt quickly and realized Tony had found the couch and was laying her back on it. Ziva was sore to let him go and clung tightly.

"I'm not going anywhere, Ziva. Just let go one second," he breathed out huskily. Reluctantly she slipped from his grasp and lay back on the couch, catching her breath. She watched him above her, standing at the arm of the couch. He had that grin on that he always had when he was being cocky. It made her quiver with anticipation.

She frowned at him anyway. "I did not say you were leaving, Tony." She started to sit up and watched him quickly move to push her back down. Ziva grabbed his arm and held tightly.

"You don't have to be in control all of the time." Tony looked down at her, not wincing though she held his arm in a vice-like grip. "You can be out of control and still enjoy yourself." He smiled and she felt her heart skip a beat. He knew what he was doing, knew just what to say and knew exactly what was bothering her. She hadn't even realized it yet but he had.

"Damn you Anthony Dinozzo." She lay back though, watching with a glare as he pulled his arm back from her loosening grip. His fingers nimbly flew down the buttons of his shirt and it fluttered around him to the ground. He looked good, body tight from working out. He moved to perch above her, knees planted on either side of her on the large couch. His hands grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled upwards, taking the fabric from her and leaving her in a black satin bra.

"Mm, I knew you weren't a lace kinda gal." He smiled and leaned down, kissing the swelling tops of her breasts. Ziva wrapped her arms around his back, feeling the rushing fire move back in them with the sudden skin to skin contact. His lips were warm and talented, fluttering over his skin in a wet trail then adding nips and licks. She wasn't sure how it happened but very quickly the rest of their clothes were on the floor and his lips were back at hers, feverishly tasting and teasing.

Ziva pulled a leg up and around his hips again, pulling him down to nestle between her thighs. The hardness of him dragged through her warmth and they both shuddered at the too quick contact. She felt him roll his hips closer, nestling closely between her legs and rubbing his length along her most intimate parts. He was big and he knew just how to move. Dragging her nails down his back to grab his ass, she felt him jerk and she couldn't suppress a laugh. It was low in her throat and she barely recognized it. From the lighted look in Tony's eyes, he liked it. She thrust her hips upwards, trying to get him to enter her.

It was Tony's turn to laugh. Ziva's impatience amused him. Dipping his head down for another kiss he obliged her pushing and rocked his hips forward, entering her in a swift and smooth stroke. They both groaned into the kiss and rocked together, creating a quick pace. Their bodies gathered sweat between them and their breaths mingled hot and heavy in the close space of their kiss. Ziva stared up into Tony's eyes, mouth slightly open as she panted and gasped at the feel of him. Tony stared back, jaw taught with concentration as he worked to bring Ziva to climax. He came here with her tonight to make sure she was alright, and that was carrying through in the sex. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him, hugging her tight and kissing her neck, shoulders, lips and wherever else he could get his lips. She came gasping his name and he followed quickly after with a very male bark of appreciation.

Laying there, still entwined, Tony and Ziva said nothing as their panting breath mixed and matched in pace. Ziva's body felt numb and her mind comforted by his presence. She had imagined actually doing this ever since their undercover mission where they'd faked the sex. She smiled at the picture of him doing pushups above her. This was nothing like what they had faked. This had been better. Much better. She had her naked back pressed against Tony's chest and his arm was tucked around her, just under her chest. She felt safe here and even after she had gathered her thoughts, still felt feminine with him. It was something she was rather enjoying and hadn't yet found with a man. "Thank you Tony."

"Thank me?" He chuckled. "I think we both contribuated to that." His tone was still husky but getting back to the normal Tony. She rolled her eyes and nudged him gently with her elbow.

"Can't you, for once, just behave and be nice?" she asked absentmindedly running her fingers over the arm that was wrapped around her.

She could almost feel him frown at the back of her head. "But then I wouldn't be Anthony Dinozzo." He nestled his nose in her hair and kissed her head.

Ziva smiled and shook her head. "Fine, good night, Anthony Dinozzo."

"Good night, Ziva David." Tony yawned and pulled her closer, something he'd done a lot tonight. Ziva liked it.