Chapter 1

For weeks rumors had been floating around the navy yard, about two of his team members. He had heard them, though he hadn’t acted on it he had suspected that something was going on. But he didn’t know if there was any truth to the rumors. He himself had not seen anything different but he had kept an eye on his team members.

Of course he had seen the surveillance video of the undercover op that Tony and Ziva went on and though he had doubted if what he had seen on the footage was fake or real. He had never noticed anything different between Tony and Ziva. They where acting like they always had and there had always been a sexual undertone in their jokes and pranks. As far as he could see nothing really changed.

Ziva knew the second they arrived at the scene that she was in trouble. She hadn’t been feeling well all day but the second Gibbs swung the door open in front of her and stepped inside holding his gun out and gestured her to follow him while they cleared the house. The foul stench of death and decay hit her nostrils. Her stomach turned, she desperately tried to breathe through her mouth as she followed Gibbs. She knew that she couldn’t leave because Gibbs was counting on her, just as she was counting on him to have her back when things went south.

They cleared the house, Tony and McGee joined up with them in the bedroom where they found the body of a Navy Petty Officer. Blood covered the body and part of the floor. Ziva quietly moved backwards as Gibbs kneeled down next to the victim. Both McGee and Tony where standing behind him, Tony grabbed his sketchbook to draw a sketch of the scene while McGee snapped some pictures.

She swallowed hard trying to keep her stomach contents down and rushed out of the house. She puked her guts out the second she was outside. She leaned down trying to catch her breath when she noticed something hidden beneath the plants. She pushed some branches aside she sighed deeply when she saw the knife that was hidden underneath.

“I never thought I would see the day that our local Mossad Ninja would have problems handling a death body. I thought that you didn’t mind the blood and gore.” Tony grinned, while he stepped out of the house; “Compared to what you Mossad people do … this …” He was silenced by the glare that Ziva sent him. She whipped her mouth before she stared at him.

“I found a knife, hidden under the bushes.”

“Sure you did Zee-vah, are you sure you didn’t loose your knife while you where puking your guts out? Did you really think I hadn’t noticed that little detail?” He said still grinning.

“I would recognize my knife would I not, Tony?”

“Depends on how out of it you are.” He said as he took a quick glance between the bushes. “Oh great Zee-vah you contaminated the evidence.” He whined as he looked down before he quickly backed up.

Ziva glared at him; “I have used my knife more then enough times to recognize it. And if you don’t watch it you might be the next person to see my knife up close and personal.”

Ziva spun around and walked away from Tony towards the NCIS truck. She punched him in the arm; “This is your fault to begin with.” She mumbled and retrieved a bottle of water. She rinsed out her mouth and spit the water into the gutter. She leaned against the van and breathed in an out slowly, hoping that her stomach would settle down. Knowing that it probably wouldn’t.

She watched Tony as he was standing outside, and to be honest she wasn’t at all surprised when he leaned inside and called for McGee. “Probie, can you please gather this evidence.”

McGee looked down to where Tony was pointing; “What, you want me to gather the stomach contents?”

“No, the knife Probie. I am pretty sure that I already know where the stomach contents came from.” He said as he gestured his head towards Ziva.

“Is she sick?” McGee asked a little stunned, as he looked at the woman who in his eyes seemed invincible.

Tony shrugged, he wasn’t sure. “I don’t know Probie, she blamed me.”

“She finally got ‘sick’ of you, Tony?” McGee asked knowing that he would probably regret making the comment, but never the less it was too good to pass.

Tony slapped McGee against the back of his head, the way Gibbs had done numerous times before.

Ziva walked back up to them, she snapped on a pair of gloves. “I am not sick, it must be food poisoning from that greasy hamburger thing that you brought me this afternoon, yes.” She stated before she leaned down; pushed the bushes aside and picked up the knife. “Could someone please hand me an evidence bag?” She asked as she got back up.

“Do it.” Gibbs barked as he walked up to both McGee and Tony looked mortified at Ziva who stood there holding the knife by the tip. He slapped them both against the back of their heads.

“Sorry Boss. On it Boss.”

“Too late DiNozzo, Probie already got it.” He looked at Ziva; “If you are sick you should go home. We can’t have you contaminating the crime scene even more then it already is.”

“Look Gibbs, I can work. Besides I ran outside, I can’t help that the perpetrator threw the knife into the bushes, can I?”

Gibbs contemplated what Ziva said; “You are right, Ziva but if you’re sick. I order you to take time off.”

Ziva snapped off the gloves, looked up at him. “I am not sick.” She said firmly, before she turned around and stepped back into the house. She swallowed hard when the stench once again hit her nostrils. But she continued to work, she knew that she had the will power to make it through the day.

Gibbs followed her inside and kept a close eye on her. But not before he heard Tony comment to McGee about him being faster to hand Ziva an evidence bag. Then he heard the distinctive sound of a slap and McGee protesting.

He sighed sometimes it was as if he was working with a bunch of 6 year olds who all tried to please him. They all tried to be the teachers pet; “I heard that, DiNozzo.” He called outside before he concentrated on the scene, but not before he send a worried glance in Ziva’s direction.

He had not expected her to go home unless he ordered it, and even then he wasn’t sure that she would go. Maybe if he threatened her by saying that he would revoke her rights to work as a Mossad liaison officer in the US. He glanced at her once more, she seemed fine – or at least she acted that way. But then again this was Ziva, you never really knew what she felt or thought if she didn’t want you to know. Or until she reached her breaking point at least. He decided to not comment on it again but he would keep a close eye on her. He knew that something was going on but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. And he had the feeling that it was something obvious, something that should be clear to him but he wasn’t able to see.

Title: Never quite discussed
Author: nepeace
Fandom:  NCIS
Pairing: Ziva David/Tony DiNozzo
Challenge: ‘And a baby makes three’ This challenge involves a couple and a baby somehow. Only Het pairings are allowed, you can add the baby into the story in any way you like.
Ratings: M

Never quite discussed

Don’t you want to know

what happens when

we start at the start.

Before it becomes that thing

that broke my heart in two.

We’ve been here before

that place where we dwell until

we find we both want something more…

So let’s pretend that for a moment

we have never loved before.

Touch my skin

and I will kiss your lips and

we can both ignore

that feeling of wait,

what happens in time…

I know that you loved me a lot

but it was never quite discussed.

– Terra Naomi – Never quite discussed

Flashback

/Under Covers/

He asked if she could give him a good back rub, and before he knew it she told him to turn over, she straddled him. Her hands working on his shoulders. He tried to stay in his role, while he moaned softly at her touches. ‘Oh wow and to think my mother thought I was too good for you.’ He mumbled softly. He immediately regretted the comment even though he didn’t mean it and it was just part of his ‘undercover act’ when he was slapped against the back of his head. Nails dug into his skin, she worked on his muscles roughly. Though after a while her touches became gentler again and she leaned down. Her lips touching the red marks her finger nails left on his shoulders before she told him to roll over. He did so carefully as to not throw her off of him, seeing how she was still hovering over him in her straddling position.

When he was facing her she leaned in and kissed him, he could feel himself harden. For a second he was afraid that she would do exactly the same thing she did last time. But something had changed between them over the course of the weekend. Ziva looked down on him from her position hovering above him. He was already bracing himself for the pain that was about to hit ´Big D´ but Ziva just smiled at him with a devious smile, dragging on the inevitable longer then needed.

But nothing remotely like he expected to happen, really did happened; Ziva leaned down and kissed him passionately. Her hand moved down his body, getting closer and closer to his midsection. He hissed when her hand went down his boxers, but her touches where surprisingly gentle. Not at all what he had suspected. He couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped from his mouth when Ziva repositioned herself on top of him and slit down his length to his core.

He looked up at her stunned by her actions, a question formed on his lips. But he wasn’t able to ask form the words when she stopped him. Her lips colliding with his in a rushed kiss filled with passion. “It’s okay.” She whispered between kisses. Their movements where rhythmical, flowing together, becoming one. She arched her back, her long black curly hair flowed down her naked skin. The silk sheets clinging to her hips, she quivered when they came together. Before she eased herself down next to him, her head resting on his shoulder.

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