Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. If I did, I'd pay Cote all the money in the world (and probably do anything she asked of me) so she would stay… or I'd make Ziva hook up with Gibbs before she leaves… yeah, that probably :D

Copy rooms and sexy times.

Ziva couldn't remember the last time she had had to use this particular copy room. The whole office usually shared the nearest copy room, but one of the copy machines had been broken for days, having people line up outside the room for what seemed like miles.

Tony had of course been standing in the line for about ten minutes and he hadn't gotten much closer, while more and more people started queuing behind him. Ziva David was smarter than that. While McGee was still trying to convince Tony to copy his stuff for him, as getting in line would take him a lot longer, Ziva had made a more rational decision.

There must be another copy machine somewhere in this building. She thought as she wandered through hallway after hallway in search for that one magical piece of electricity that would multiply the papers in her hand without taking years to do so.

Finally, after about 5 minutes of searching – and about a million texts from Tony, complaining about how many copies that one guy needed and how long that other guy took to copy just one page and how stupid some people are when it comes to technology – Ziva had found another copy machine. She found herself in an abandoned hallway, far away from any other agents, in front of a door labelled 'Copy Room'.

Opening the door, there was nothing. The lights were dim and the room seemed about as empty as they come. She stepped inside to see if there was actually a working machine in there, or if the room had been abandoned like most of the offices in this hallway. However, as she stepped towards the only machine in sight, she could hear steps coming down the hallway – steps she undoubtedly recognized as those of a certain Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Turning around, she waited for him to step into the hallway.

'Hey, Ziver. Thought no one knew about this thing 'cept me…', he said, pointing at the copy machine and smiling a surprised, yet still totally Gibbs-ish smile.

'I did not know about it. I merely found it by surprise. This whole situation with the other copy room is just…', she stopped as her phone vibrated yet again, '… ugh. The second copy machine broke. They have to make do with the one that's left.'

'Well, we're not telling them about this one, are we? Once Tony knows, every single person in this building will know.' Gibbs said, as he stepped towards her slowly.

'So this thing actually works? I thought maybe it would be just as broken as the rest of them, seeing as no one actually comes down here, right?' Ziva was surprised to see her boss smile again.

'I do. It's always a lot more quiet back here than in the other room, and the machine is a bit older and easier to use. Not too many settings I don't need.' He explained, while he kept smiling.

He himself wasn't sure why he felt the need to smile so much in that moment, but he was fairly certain that it had a lot to do with the beautiful woman standing in front of him.

The room had been his sanctuary for a while when he had just started working for NCIS. No one really let beginners do more than just paperwork and the occasional fax. This room had always been his own little domain. Most of the older agents never knew how to use those machines anyway, which – in retrospect – seems a little ridiculous, since he had now become one of those older agents who are far from ever understanding newer models of those damn things.

In recent years, however, this room had become the oldest copy room on the navy yard. They didn't even teach new agents how to use the machines in here and only a select number of older agents even remembered this room, let alone used it. Gibbs was one of the very few, who used this room every now and then and somehow, he had become the only person who used this room for every single copy he needed.

While Jethro had seemingly gotten lost in a daydream – which Ziva was not used to, but found to be quite adorable and even a little sexy, with the smile and all – Ziva had turned around and tried to start copying her papers. Of course, considering the machines age and the fact that it had most certainly only been used by Gibbs over the past few years, the machine appeared to be a little cranky.

*ruff* *rrrrrrrrrrrr* *grrrrrrrrrrrffffff*

Ziva looked at the machine, then shot a confused look at her boss.

'It gets like that every now and then. It needs a strong hand, or sometimes a kick… Old machine…', Gibbs supplied instantly.

The machine definitely had a temper not much different from his.

Ziva turned back to the task at hand and tried to find a button or something which turned the cranky machine into one that actually worked. She almost didn't notice that her boss had come to stand behind her, his chest almost touching her back, until his right hand hit the upper right side of the machine with a loud thud, almost like a louder, more forceful version of the headslap he gives Tony.

*ruff* *ruff* *ruuuuuuuuuuffffff*

And suddenly the machine was working perfectly.

Gibbs had not stepped away from his agent yet, even though the machine made somewhat normal noises now and Ziva could definitely start copying now. However, Ziva had not moved either. For a second, both of them were still, breathing slowly and carefully, or at least trying to.

He was standing extremely close behind her, trapping her between him and the machine – not that she had any problems with that. She enjoyed having him close and the fact that he was still standing there meant that he must at least feel a bit of it, too.

She was so close. Close enough to touch her. Close enough to smell her perfume. Close enough to make him feel a little light headed from the sheer rush of finally having his Ziva in his personal space – right where he had wanted her for years now.

The copy machine stopped making noises, going on standby due to lack of usage at this moment. They could hear each others breathing, sped up and shallow. Ziva wasn't sure why, but she felt the sudden urge to turn around and face him, accidentally dropping her papers in the process. While her work scattered all over the floor, Jethro just stood there looking at her, mesmerized by her beauty, and suddenly the whole world seemed to stop around them.

TBC

A/N: Muhaahaahaahhaaaa… I know I'm evil, stopping right there, but I'm at work right now (Internship. Boring. Boss got now work for me, or at least not enough. So yeah, fanfiction…) and my workday is almost over. Since my wifi is kinda dead at home, I thought I'd post this while I'm still here… alone… in the office…

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