That evening when Gibbs finally let them go, Tony practically ran to his car.
"Tony calm down." Ziva was laughing at him. "I'm eating dinner before anything else."
Tony tried to glare at her but couldn't keep the serious expression on his face. His lips broke into a smile despite his best efforts.
They didn't quite get to dinner. As soon as the apartment door closed behind them, Ziva pressed a kiss onto his lips. She meant to pull back quickly and begin making something for dinner, but instead deepened the kiss, pulling Tony closer to her. He pressed her against the closed door, running his hand down her side to rest on the small of her back. Her hands were toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.
He pulled her away from the door briefly to push her jacket over her shoulders, before pushing her back again. He broke the kiss, turning his attention to her neck. Ziva hissed when he made contact and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access. Tony kissed and sucked down her neck. He pushed the shoulder of her shirt to the side and continued across her collarbone and chest.
"You…" Ziva was almost too breathless to finish her sentence. "You are going to give me a hickey."
"I know." Tony paused to pull her shirt over her head. He thought back to their conversation in the observation room. "I told you I was going to bruise you."
Ziva pushed the jacket off his shoulders and loosened his tie, while Tony returned his attention to her neck. With his hands he pulled the knife out of the holster on her back and dropped it next to them. Much to Tony's annoyance, Ziva took her time with the buttons on his shirt. He knew that he'd be thankful in the morning that nothing was ripped, but in the moment he only wanted to feel her bare skin against his. They moved towards the bedroom, clothes leaving a trail behind them.
Afterwards, Ziva was staring at the ceiling with great intensity trying to figure out what the stain was and more importantly what had just happened. She felt great. Her guard was completely down, something that would normally worry her beyond all reason. That feeling of worry was not coming. And she could not understand why.
"What's up?" Tony asked. He tilted his head to look down at Ziva's expression. Her brow was furrowed and her lips were pursed. It was the same expression that she directed towards the cold case files at the office the first day at work.
"Relaxed." Tony cut her off and ran his hand down her side. "You're relaxed."
Ziva didn't reply immediately. After a minute, she inclined her head to look up at him. "It feels weird."
"Weird?" He pulled her closer to him.
"Yes, my guard is down. That is not good."
"It's not bad. You just trust me."
She turned to look up at him. "That is why it is not good. I barely know you."
Tony's hand stilled on her arm. She had a point. They had known each other only a few days and they barely knew anything about each other.
"What do you want to know?"
She just shrugged in response.
Tony gave her the shortened version of his life story, not bothering to avoid the tough subject of his parents. He figured that Ziva would relate well to his difficulties. He recognized that he may have gone a little overboard, but in the end more is better than less.
When he finished, Ziva stood up abruptly and pulled his shirt on, not bothering to button it up. Tony followed her out into the kitchen to find her sorting through the sparsely occupied cupboards and refrigerator trying to find some food. As much as he hated to admit it, Tony rarely had the time or energy to make his own dinner. If he wasn't at the office he usually got carryout on his way home.
Ziva still hadn't buttoned up the shirt, leaving a stripe of skin down her chest and stomach visible. He walked up behind her, aiming to give her a hug from behind but she noticed and stepped out of his grasp holding a can of beans.
She spun around to look at him. "Why is a can of beans the only thing in your cupboard?"
"I don't know! I don't even think I bought those." He furrowed his brow at the can.
"Hmph. I will think of something."
And she did. And it was surprisingly delicious. Tony knew he should have stopped being surprised by Ziva and her multi-layered talents, but being an amazing cook on top of all her ninja abilities was something that he hadn't expected.
The next morning, Tony woke up curled around Ziva, his hand resting on the exposed skin of her stomach. He could get used to waking up next to her every day. He knew that he shouldn't. At the end of the week she was leaving. He would probably never see her again. She lived half way around the world and the chances of them running into each other at the store seemed doubtful.
For that reason, Tony's mood that morning was as far from happy-go-lucky as he could get. If Ziva picked up on it, she didn't say anything. She still made him coffee before they left, but Tony noticed her looking at him out of the corner of his eye, as if she was studying a flighty animal, on the drive to the Navy Yard.
His mood did not improve that morning, mostly due to the outrageous amount of paperwork that had been stacked on his desk for him to complete.
He continued to glance up at Ziva every few minutes, trying to figure out what to do. She was absorbed in the cold case files, which were probably much more interesting than whatever he was supposed to be doing at the moment.
What was he supposed to do? He really liked her. He wanted to spend more time with her. He loved waking up next to her. And yes, he loved sleeping with her. But none of that changed the fact that he only had two more days with her.
Surprisingly, it was Gibbs who solved his problem.
Late in the afternoon, Tony ended smashed into the back of the elevator by Gibbs and Ziva. He wasn't sure what exactly he was expecting when Gibbs flipped the switch and shut the elevator down.
"So, Ms. David, how would you like to stay with us for a while?"
"Is that a job offer?" she asked.
Gibbs smiled and turned the elevator back on. The two of them had some sort of silent conversation that Tony couldn't decipher. The elevator doors opened back up at the squad room.
"Welcome aboard Ziva." Gibbs walked back to the bullpen, Ziva following at his heels. Tony stood, stunned, in the elevator another minute until the doors started to close. He quickly stepped forward, squeezing himself through before they could. Had that really just happened? He had no idea how Gibbs had managed to swing that. Ziva sitting across from him every day and working on the same team? That was as close to perfect as it cold get.
I'm going to end this fic here. I'm out of ideas and it seems right. I also tried really hard to write an actual sex scene but it went to complete shit so I ditched the entire thing.Thank you so much for reading this story, I really appreciate it!