Holy shit guys! I haven't updated in a freaking month! I'm so SORRY! nut at leas this is a long chapter for y'all :D now that schools about done, I can finally start writing more! i had to rewrite this puppy a good 4 times, and then i had to do some ridiculous project for English. But anyways, I hope you like this chapter.
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Tony woke up wrapped in the warm, plush, white down quilt of the king-sized bed in his hotel suite. He was unsure of how he had gotten there. Last time he'd checked, he'd been whacked over the head and knocked out in the hotel's parking garage. He chose not to dwell on the thought for very long, and turned onto his side to check his cell phone. He knew Gibbs would chew him out for not checking in at a more convenient hour. When he flipped open his phone, he found out that he had three new voicemails and one new text waiting for him to listen to. But first thing's first, he thought, I gotta get me something to eat. Tony laid the cell phone down on the nightstand and opted for the hotel phone. He called down to room service and placed an order for whatever their breakfast plate was for the day and then got out of bed to slip on a pair of jeans and a plain black shirt. Once he was dressed, he grabbed his phone and sat on the ottoman in the main room and called the voicemail. He punched in his voicemail password 8-6-6-9 (his name in numbers) and listened to his awaiting messages.

Voicemail 1:

Hey Tony, it's McGee. The boss wants a SitRep as soon as poss—well he said that he wanted it yesterday, but you get where I'm coming from. I hope for your sake that you saw the perp, or the boss'll have your head

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Tony chuckled and shook his head. Typical probie, he thought. Tony then suddenly became worried. He hadn't seen Ryan Holtman at all last night, and Gibbs would be pissed about it. Tony quickly deleted the message and moved on to the next one.

Voicemail 2:

Tony, its Ziva. Look, I hope you made it out ok last night. I'm worried about you. Could you please give me a call back?

He was slightly shocked at what he'd just heard. Ok, maybe really shocked. Ziva David…worried? There was no way. But the proof was right there, recorded and playing in his ear. Tony then disconnected the call to read his text message. It too was from Ziva. We need to talk. Now. Now Tony was very nervous. Was she breaking up with him? They'd only seen each other for month! Why him?! Tony's worried thoughts were interrupted by three evenly firm knocks at the door. He sauntered to the door and opened it in a manner that would tell the person on the other side that Tony had been expecting them. When Tony saw who was on the other side, he couldn't stop his jaw from dropping.

Remy Schneider was standing in the doorway in a hotel uniform with Tony's breakfast.

"Tony?" Remy said.

"Remy! I didn't know you were an employee here?" He recalled her saying something about working at a hotel, but nothing very specific. He put on his friendliest smile, and Remy replicated the action.

"Yeah, well, it pays the bills. Especially when the businessmen are in town, they often tip very well. I thought you were staying at your friend's place?"

"Well, not really. It's more along the lines of afternoons there, nights at the club, and mornings here, in my bed." Tony let out a small chuckle at the end. Remy giggled too, and Tony couldn't help but replay it in his head a few times. He couldn't resist a girl's laugh. Especially cute ones like Remy's. What the HELL am I thinking? I can't be pulling this shit when I'm not single! And I'm dating a trained assassin for god's sake! Tony mentally scolded himself. Tony began to dig through his pockets and managed to retrieve a fifty-dollar bill.

"Here, take this, but don't go spending it all in one place, you hear?" Tony said jokingly. The smile on Remy's face widened as she gently took the money from his hand. Tony looked to see a taller and slimmer figure appear behindRemy. He saw that it was none other than Ziva David. When Remy realized that Tony was staring at something else, she pun around, only for her blue eyes to meet with a pair of darker ones. Every muscle in Tony's body tensed, ready to pounce on Ziva in the event that she would jump poor Remy. The silence was awkward and intense and to Tony's pleasant surprise, Ziva did not try to kill Remy. Remy then chose to break the silence with a friendly greeting.

"Hi, I'm Remy! I just work room service here. And you are…?"

"Ziva David. I'm Tony's girlfriend." Ziva said with a fierce tone. Remy did a half nod, signifying that she understood that she wasn't wanted there.

"Oh, well uh, don't mind me, I'll just get out of your way here. Nice seeing you again Tony." And just like that, Remy had placed the breakfast tray on a nearby coffee table, and scurried out quickly, closing the door behind her. Ziva and Tony were now alone. Tony was unsure of what was going to happen next. But he couldn't help but stare at Ziva. She didn't look creeped out by his staring. Maybe because she was staring at him too. Just when Tony was certain that Ziva was going to kill him, she bust out laughing.

"Man! I intimidated the hell out of her, didn't I? And you should've seen the look on your face! Priceless!" Ziva stepped into the main room from the doorway and scanned her surroundings.

"Nice place you have going on here, DiNozzo. Dianna down at finance will have your head for this one." Ziva was referring to the woman who generally was in charge of paying the expenses agents had used for undercover purposes and whatnot.

"Yeah, well, Dianna can kiss my 5 star ass. I—" Tony started, only to be cut off when he noticed what Ziva was doing. She was sauntered back to the main door and slipped off the "Do Not Disturb" tag, and placed it on the outside knob. He raised his brow as he watched Ziva shut the door with her hip and made her way back to him. She placed her arms around his neck and pulled him up to her. Their lips met, and Ziva felt the high feelings that she always got when they kissed. Her lips began to part, and Tony suddenly broke off the kiss. His hands shot up to get a grip on her shoulders and pushed her away. He held her far away enough to be able to get a good look at her whole face. His eyes bore into hers.

"Ziva, why the hell are you here?" Tony inquired. He was livid. She knew better than to pop up in the middle of an undercover op. she could have easily blown his cover, and gotten the two of them into deep shit. He awaited her reaction, half expecting a 'fuck you' kind of insult or maybe even an apology. Instead, Ziva chuckled and simultaneously rolling her eyes, as if the answer were blatantly obvious.

"Gibbs gave me orders to come and join you in the hunt for Holtman. He grew impatient awaiting your call, so he contacted the owner of the Dante's Inferno, only to find that Holtman hadn't shown all night. He gave me the address of where you were going to be and said that a second agent down at Norfolk would speed things up." Tony let out a deep sigh as Ziva grabbed his wrists from her shoulders and forced the back to her waist, bringing him closer to her. "Now, where were we?" she purred. She lifted herself up to his face and kissed him. She closed her eyes, once again getting the high feeling. She was starting to believe that Ke$ha wrote "Your Love is My Drug" just for her. Her hands ran up his back and locked together at his neck, feeling the slight tickle of his hairline against the side of her palm. Her lips once again parted, and her tongue gently touched his lips, which opened in response. She felt her temperature rising as their kiss got more and more intense. Tony moved one hand from her waist to the back of her head, making it easier for her to slide her hands down his chest and abs down to his belt buckle. She realized that she had been slowly moving to where she assumed was the bedroom. She found herself amused that Tony had the same thing on his mind that she did. Then again, Tony always had sex on his mind. Ziva then focused back onto his belt, which she found was rather difficult to undo when she had her eyes shut.

After she undid his belt, she felt her heel make contact with the bed frame. Right before Tony was about to make his move, Ziva grabbed his shoulders and flung him on the bed with her on top. She broke off the kiss and said, "Like I've said before, I like to be on top." She began to gently rake her fingers though his hair when she felt a strange, warm liquid on her hand. Sweat? No, it can't be... I wonder…she slowly withdrew her hand and studied her palm. What she saw was definitely a turn-off. She tore her gaze away from her hand to the mattress by his head it was beginning to turn red.

"What's wrong Ziva?" Tony asked. He was really worried. He was starting to feel kind of dizzy. He dismissed it as merely adrenaline combined with ecstasy. He noticed that Ziva's hand was shaking like a leaf. He went for her wrist to steady it, but it fell back onto the mattress, unable to move. He was now nauseous, and couldn't bear to move. Ziva slowly turned her hand over to show tony what she found. He saw that it was stained with red, and then the reasoning behind his dizziness suddenly became clear. The dizziness and nausea became overwhelming, and his normal vision became tunnel vision, similar to how his dreams always ended.

"Z-Ziva, I…I lo—" was all he could choke out before he saw nothing but pitch black darkness.

When Tony came to, he noticed that he was no longer in the hotel. He never was. The whole thing with Ziva was just a dream. He felt over the back of his head. Yep, the head injury was most certainly real. He lay where he was until he was stable enough to actually sit up some. He sat up only to notice that there was nothing to see. It was a bland, musty and dark room with no windows and a heavy steel door that only opened from the outside. He saw the door open, accompanied by a loud screechy noise that was even louder thanks to his head wound. A big husky man stalked in, wearing all back clothing, including a ski mask that only showed his eyes and a teeny portion of his mouth. When the man spoke, he had a big booming voice that made Tony's head pound so bad that he wanted to cry. "Hello, Agent DiNozzo. I hope you had a good sleep, because you're in hell now."

Awh, fuck.

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