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FORTY FOUR | mile high club

"Stop making out with me, DiNozzo."

"Stop making me want to make out with you, Giudice."

Tony pins me against the elevator wall, his hand pressing against the back of my hand. My hand trails up his chest, the other tugging his hair.

I sigh out of bliss as his lips move down. "There's gonna be plenty of angry agents if they find out we're hogging the elevator."

"I'll be sure to send a muffin basket." He somehow pulls me even closer. "I swear, I could just hike up that skirt and —"

"Save it." I pull away, my body begging for air. "We already joined the mile high club. Can't join the elevator. . .whatever club."

He leaves one more kiss on a bruise near my collarbone before buttoning me up.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

"We should do it again."

I run a hand through my hair to fix it before releasing the emergency button. The elevator resumes its normal path and opens.

"Oh, you're home, you're home, you're home!"

Abby squeals ecstatically, launching herself onto me like a flying squirrel. We fall back onto the ground as she peppers my cheeks with kisses.

"Wow. Even Copper and Todd weren't this excited to see me."

She helps me back up onto my feet before attacking Tony. Although, her energy has begun to wear off as she just hugs him.

"Did you guys have fun? Did you get to go to the cool bar in Dusseldorf?"

"We-We tried, you know. But, uh. . ." Tony clears his throat. "The security conference kept us pretty busy."

My teeth latch onto my bottom lip. "Among other things."

"Oh, those things were very nice." Tony chuckles smoothly, to which McGee responds with a look of disgust. "She's talking about the chocolate-covered strawberries and champagne the hotel kept serving us. Thought we were newlyweds."

"Well, you weren't complaining when they upgraded us to first-class seats."

Catching him off guard, Tony clears his throat.

"Gather 'round, people. We come bearing gifts."

He pulls each gift out of the shiny black bag, passing it to its rightful owner. However, he comes empty when Agent Lee approaches.

"Where's Ziva? I've been meaning to call her, but I got. . .caught up."

"She's over an hour late, ma'am." Lee follows behind me like a lost puppy.

Well, more of a teacher's pet.

"That's unusual, even for her."

I run a hand over my face, closing my eyes at the nickname. "Lee, you're older than me. I don't think Tony meant it literally when he said I'm his second-in-command."

"Oh, but you are." His arm curls around my waist. "Although, the whole ma'am thing is a little old school, you know."

"Mm-hmm."

No matter how many times the three of us try, Ziva still doesn't pick up or call back. Cellphone, home phone, even her pager.

I pace up and down the aisle, biting on the ends of my nails. "Alright, fine. Maybe we need to start worrying about her."

"I'm sure she's alright." McGee glances back at me.

"Well, if she were alright, she'd be here. Right now. With us."