The Next, Next Part, That Came After The Other Bit.

(Like my use of nouns?) So after the way that I ended that last chapter, I supposed you are all a bit annoyed at the way I ended it, don't worry. I would be annoyed too.

I OWN NCIS, AND THESE CHARACTERS. (I don't really, but I wonder if someone has actually ever done that apart from me...)

Ziva was in her apartment, and after a long day of avoiding being blown up and avoiding Gibbs, she had finally sunk into a nice, warm lavender bath.

With a book, a glass of red wine, jazz playing in the back ground from a record player somewhere, and the bath, Ziva began to feel a little sleepy. Just as she was about to fall asleep, there was an impertinent knocking at the door.

Damn and crap. What person decides to come and annoy me this late, she thought glancing at the clock. Eleven o'clock, I mean really? Who comes over then? Ziva pondered as she wrapped herself in a towel and pulled her hair up in bun, trying to look presentable.

The knocking at the door became more impatient sounding, the person consistently knocking for some time now.

'I'm coming! Just give me a minute!' she yelled at the front door.

Ziva ran to the door, splashing little drops of water on the floor as she went. Now impatient herself, she ripped the door open, and came face to face with Tony poised in half knocking position.

'Howdy,' he said with a smile, all of his stress melting away when he saw Ziva in her towel with little drops of water clinging to her body and hair.

'Shalom, Tony. What brings you to my apartment this evening?' she asked, gesturing for him to come in.

'Why are you wearing a towel Ziva?' Tony said shrugging his coat off and draping it across the back of a chair.

'Well, if you must know I was in the bath actually,' she said shutting the front door. 'You still didn't answer my question,' she said, walking back into the bathroom to get her wine glass. 'Wine?' she offered holding up two red wine glasses.

'Sure, I'd love some. And, ah I was curious. Do you have any pictures of you in your costumes for A Chorus Line?' he said.

'Actually now that you mention it,' she said bringing over their wine. 'I still own mine. It's in the storage cupboard,' she continued looking over her wine glass before draining what was left. Ziva effectively wanted to get so drunk that if she and Tony had sex, she wouldn't remember, and really, then they weren't breaking any rules.

'Really? The actual costume?' he asked, taking a sip of wine.

'Really really,' she shot back. 'Would you like to see it?' she asked, feeling his eyes trying to penetrate the towel.

'Ha! Would I like to see it she asks. Would I like to see it? Yes, that would be a yes,' he said, looking a little nervous.

'I'll go get it then,' she said, turning on her heel and heading back down the hall to the storage cupboard.

Feeling the comfort of the sequins on her skin, the scent of the hairspray soaked into the fabric, she slipped the garment easily over her head, the leotard bringing back so many memories. She couldn't find the original high heels, so she just slipped on a black pair of stilettos and pulling out a plain black trilby as a feeble excuse for the real hat that was framed in her fathers house.

Getting a little nervous, she walked back out to the lounge, where she found a bored Tony, on his second glass of wine inspecting her DVD selection.

'All of these movies are...mother of God Ziva. Did you warn me?' he asked, the DVD he was holding falling out of his grip and onto the floor.

'Did I need to?' Ziva asked back, putting her hands on her hips.

'Well, yeah I would have thought so. Have you seen yourself in that lately?' he said, his jaw dropping at his rhetorical question.

Ziva was wearing a tight gold leotard, the sides running all the way up to her waist. She had a sparkly gold cropped jacket and tight dancer's stockings. She had a hat perched on top of her careless bun and she was also wearing stilettos.

'No? Should I be worried?' Ziva asked, walking over to the mirror, acting as if she hadn't already done an inspection of her reflection. Tony came and stood behind her, subtly smelling her hair, which smelt of lavender and Ziva-ness.

Ziva knew what Tony was trying to do, and to up the ante, she asked questionably herself, 'I wonder if I could still stretch in these?'

Then she bent down at the hips and touched her toes. Not only was she enjoying the stretch, but she was also enjoying the fact that she could feel Tony growing behind her. Her hips were directly parallel to Tony's, and her arse was right in her view as she touched her toes.

Ziva groaned slightly as she straightened herself out. 'Wow,' she said looking at Tony behind her in the mirror. 'I haven't stretched like that in a while I used to ask my friends to help me stretch,' Ziva dropped in subtly as she poured herself another glass of wine.

'What do you mean, you would get your friends to help you stretch?' Tony asked with obvious lust in his eyes.

'Well, it would work like this,' she said walking to stand in front of Tony. 'You put your right leg up so it's on your partner's shoulder, and they do the same to you,' she said.

'I don't get it,' Tony said, sounding like a child as they stood face to face.

'I'll demonstrate,' Ziva said, her voice nor expression giving a single thing away.

Ziva lifted one of her legs and rested it on Tony's shoulder. Then she gripped Tony's lapels and pulled herself closer to him stretching her leg out more. But the more she stretched, the more it hurt. As she got into kissing distance, she pushed her leg into Tony more and gasped at the immediate strain in her hamstrings. Ziva chewed at her bottom lip, the pressure not getting any better.

'Tony, I'm not seeing any other solution,' Ziva said in a strained voice.

'What? Do you need me to lift you up?' he asked.

'No, this is not going to hurt, well you anyway,' she added at the last minute before Tony could protest. She pushed them both over so she flipped her leg off Tony's shoulder and Tony fell painlessly to the floor. Tony was lying on his back and Ziva was standing above him, her legs on either side of his head.

She fell to one side and regained her balance, but not soon enough and she ended up sitting high on Tony's chest.

'Well Ziva, if you wanted to all you had to do was ask,' he said with a thousand watt smirk.

'Just too much wine is all, too much wine Tony,' she said leaning on her hands on either side of his head.

'Yes too much wine Ziva?' he asked sceptically.

SORRY FOR THE CRAPPY ENDING, AGAIN. BY THE END OF THAT I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I WAS WRITIN. MY FINGERS SEEM TO HAVE A MIND OF THEIR OWN. VERY SHORT CHAPTER, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT'S ABOUT. REVIEWS WILL SPURR ME ON THOUGH, REST ASHORED.