Tony immediately took the comment the wrong way. Ziva, still not being fully educated in English, didn't realize her words.
"Wait, what?!" Tony nearly choked to keep from screaming. "What are you saying?!"
"Well I did not expect that reaction." She admitted.
"What DID you expect? It's been a DAY, Ziva. What changed?!" He was trying to keep his emotions under control.
"Wait you think... God, Tony. No! That is not what I meant! That is not even close!" She assured, turning to face him.
Tony's heartbeat slowly returned back to normal.
"Then what is it?" He relaxed.
"I hate to say it, Tony, I really do, but it's necessary." She started. He was worried again. She sighed, closed her eyes, and confessed, "You can't stop them from taking me away, Tony."
He shot up.
"What?!" Tony shot up and forced Ziva up with him.
Ziva almost teared up at the thought of never seeing him again.
"When we arrest criminals that have broken the law, they have no choice but to be taken into custody, yes?"
"Yeah..."
"Think of this situation like that. I have committed a crime, Tony. I must go with them." She focused her gaze on his shirt.
"And if you don't?" He asked, hopeful.
"They... shoot me." She knew they probably would anyway.
"Ziva I can't just let you leave with them! Can't I go with you or SOMETHING?" He tried, lacing his fingers in hers.
Her head shot up so fast her neck should have broke. "Tony, that is SUICIDE! They'll shoot you before you reach the car!"
Tony slightly tilted his head. His facial expression showed obvious pain. "How long is this going to take? When are you coming home?"
Ziva was silent.
"You are coming home, right?" He asked, tilting his head more. "Ziva?" His voice cracked and his eyes were contaminated with despair.
"I don't know." She confessed, once again interested in his shirt.
Tony squeezed her waist. "Ziva you're coming home. You have to." Now Tony was on the verge of tears.
"Tony, the chances of me getting off are slim. Either way I am likely to... die." She buried her head in his neck. Tony took a minute to hold her. He wrapped her in his arms firmly and squeezed his eyes shut to fight the tears.
"Ziva, explain everything. From the beginning. What's going to happen?"
She broke from his embrace and looked him in the eye. She noticed the glassy cover over his eyes. Thinking of him crying made her wish she never said anything. Now more than ever she just wanted to sleep.
"Well," she began, knowing he'd force it out of her eventually, "when we arrive at the headquarters, I will be lead to interrogation. There I will explain everything that happened with Ari. When I am done, an officer will place me in an underground cell. I will remain there until they decide on a verdict. If they believe what I did was unlawful or the slight bit unjust, they'll waste no time in killing me." Tony's heart started racing again.
"There's no way out alive?" He breathed.
"A small chance. I have never seen it happen, however. If they feel Ari was out of control and I had a good reason to shoot him, they will let me go. But by that, I mean leave me to get home on my own."
"Can't I just go get you?"
"How? A helicopter? Try explaining that. And they'll take my phone, along with pretty much everything else."
"What about a pay phone?"
"That costs money, Tony. I will not have any."
"What about a friend or a-" he tried to say.
"Wait, that's it! I never thought of that! I have contacts a over Israel I could stay with!" She kissed him in thanks. She tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let go. Tony wrapped his arms around her again, and pulled her in.
"So how are you going to get home?" He managed in between breaths.
"I will call you." Ziva breathed, "when I am safe." Another breath. "Borrow money for a plane." And again. "And fly back to DC." Ziva pushed him down onto the bed.
"And I pick you up there?" Tony felt her hand sensually glide down his side.
"Yep." Ziva intertwined her fingers with his as the kisses got more intense.
"And how long until you-" he groaned as she kissed his neck. "until you call?"
"A few days." Ziva breathed into his neck. "Three to five maybe." She kissed his jaw bone. Tony groaned again.
"That's a long time to be deprived-" his last word more stressed as he whimpered in response to Ziva pulling his hair. "from someone you love." He finished.
"Then take advantage of me being here now and shut up." Ziva breathed against his lips as she pulled the string on his hoodie. Tony whined.
Ziva slid her hands up his sweatshirt and yanked his shirt off so fast, Tony was stunned. She began toying with the strings on his sweats as she continued kissing him.
Tony flipped them over so he was on top, and dug his knee slightly into Ziva's side, making her breath catch. Ziva's arms rose as Tony pulled off her shirt -or his shirt since she was wearing one of his sweatshirts. Her free arms wrapped around his neck.
Ziva, as Tony was messing with her bra, flipped them back over and pressed her knees into the mattress. Ziva smirked at Tony's whimper.
She grazed his bare chest with one hand and grabbed the waist of his sweats. She ran her other hand through his freshly washed hair. Forcefully, she pulled Tony's head up as she dipped down to kiss him.
"Off." Ziva whispered against his smooth lips as she twisted the waist of his sweatpants. He produced a groaning noise mixed with his distinct whimper, and obeyed her. Ziva let him on top when he removed them.
"Yours too." He whispered into her ear. Ziva smiled, and obliged.
Tony's hand caressed her face. He took in every inch of her body.
Ziva smiled into his kiss. She ran her hands across his bare chest and pulled his body closer to hers. She could feel his warm skin against hers. A shot of heat took over her skin.
They breathed heavily against each other's lips. At this point, all their clothes remained motionless on the carpet. They ran their hands through each others hair while they continued pressing their lips together.
"I love you, Zee." Tony breathed against her lips.
"I love you, Tony." Ziva repeated.
