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Rated T for this is a femslash afterall. Don't like it you don't have to read it. R/R please this is my first ever fanfiction i'd love to hear all opinions good or bad. :)

Getting Results

Ziva was frustrated. To the point she felt like stabbing Tony numerous times in the throat, while ripping McGee free of his sense of sight. It was a feeling she often got when Gibbs demanded she do desk work. Running up empty leads, and false claims, while tony and McGee bullied each other. All this, because she missed a lead in the case.

"Arrg" she punched at the computer keys repeatedly as the woman on the other end of the phone line asked her to hold once more.

Tony shot a look at McGee then back to ziva. "Mmm... Well, Miss David looks like that would be the fifth time and counting."

"You know computers weren't built to take that kind of beating Ziva." McGee smiled.

To which she replied by ripping the keyboard off her table and threw it at McGee. "Stupid, I should just shoot her. Yet you know computers do have a use after all McGee!"

"And that would be?" He asked hesitantly after nearly collecting her keyboard to the forehead.

"Stress Relief. "She smiled sarcastically I'm going to see if Abby can help me!" She stood brushed off her anger and headed for Abby's lab.

Tony looked to McGee, "Do you think she's in a bad mood?"

As Ziva entered the laboratory she breathed in the music that thumbed out the words she only wished she could scream.

...All Day I Dream About Sex....

"ZIVA!" Abby quickly flicked the remote, skipped the album and turned back to her computer screen. "Sorry I'm not supposed to play that song at work. Well actually I can just when no-ones in here..."

Although Abby was still talking Ziva just wondered how she had known she was even there. But figured after working long enough with Special Agent Gibbs you tend to know when someone is in the room.

"...It's just that last time I played that song the director payed a visit. Personally I think she liked it but I understood when she asked me to turn it off." Abby noticed that Ziva had only raised an eyebrow at the mention of Director Sheppard liking that particular song. "...Anyway what can I do you for Ziva?"

If only Abby really knew what Ziva wanted to reply to that. The long pause in Ziva's answer caused Abby to turn from analysing her lab results to look toward her co-worker. Ziva quickly looked at the floor. Abby only smiled.

"I was hoping you had a match for the prints we lifted earlier Abby?"

Abby spun on her heels to face Ziva who had now suddenly appeared behind her instead of in the doorway as she had been. Leaning just millimetres from Ziva's lips "You know Officer David. I promised I'd email those results ASAP when I had them." Abby Held her position "Is there possibly something else I could do you for Miss David?" Abby loved games. And this happened to be her favourite. Pulling nerves from those who dared to live life in control.

Abby's breath held Ziva for seconds. She knew how much this woman had over her. Crazily she loved letting her do this to her. "Now Abigail Scutio. Do you really think your breathing down my neck, and using your husky "I just had sex voice" works?"

"YES, I do Ziva." Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"We shall see Abigail." Ziva stood fast, hiding her hesitation under her beautiful mask of confidence.

Abby's lips brushed passed her lips to rest just below her jaw line and blew the lightest breath. Ziva controlled her skin's will to rise in goose bumps.

"Are you two done playing grabby arse!"

"Gibbs." Abby smiled brightly, while Ziva straightened herself. "We were just going over results.

"And..?" Gibbs eyeballed ziva. Looking extremely unimpressed. Pointing to the doorway Ziva understood the request and left to return to her desk.

"We'll Gibbs like I was telling Ziva I'd email those results." She smiled before Gibbs could speak. "But I do know the calls from the cell phone the victim was carrying are all from the same number."

"That's nice work Abby."

"I thought so." She answered with the cheekiest grin knowing she wasn't quite referring to the results. There was a pause.

"Am I going to have to ask Abby?"

"No boss, the number belongs to the victim's girlfriend." Abby paused and waited for Gibb's to pick up on her comment.

"What do you mean girlfriend Abby? She was married."

"Mmm, she was! But turns out she was having an affair Gibbs. I've printed off the text messages which are pretty explicit." Abby's smile just grew. She finally had something Gibbs did not.

Gibbs smiled back "Nice work Ab's".

Leaving her Caf-Pow on her desk he left to return the squad room. Winking to her as he left the lab. Abby wasn't sure if that was to do with her investigative skills or Ziva. Gibbs did send out mixed messages to her, and that wink was definitely one of them.

Abby slouched back in her lab chair, and breathed a sigh of disappointment. Every time she'd be millimetres from finally getting Ziva to kiss her, there was some interruption.

First time McGee was dropping in evidence from a crime scene, lucky he was reading his notes as he entered and gave the girls vital seconds to step apart from each other. The second time was Ducky two weeks later, though he was so engrossed in his story he hadn't even noticed Ziva in the room until she excused herself and left. Now it was Gibbs turn to ruin the moment, but this time Abby had been caught red handed seducing her co-worker. However Abby took take some comfort in the fact it had been Gibbs and not Tony. Considering he always had a knack for posting everyone else business on the work bulletin board.

Ziva flopped at her desk, head resting in the palms of her hands wishing she could just disappear. When she heard the elevator doors open she felt the glare stabbing her in the back like hot daggers. Gibbs's eyes never left her as he sat at his desk and asked Tony for his update. Tony shot a look to McGee and then to Ziva.

"Boss the calls that are on the regisister are all from the same number..."

"Yeah it was her girlfriend!" Gibbs noted without taking his glare from Ziva's which now matched his.

Tony stood there gob smacked, baffled as to how Gibbs had known before him. "..Ah ha.. You've spoken to Abby?!"

It was then Gibbs tore his attention from Ziva to Tony.

Clearing his throat and cracking under Gibbs stare he hastily continued, "Well Boss, her name is Kelly Dershon..."

"Here's her address." McGee cut in handing Gibbs a post-it note with the information scribbled on it.

"Thanks McGee" Tony snarled. While the probationary officer just grinned back.

"Tony gas the truck, McGee get your gear." Gibbs said as he leapt from his desk and paced towards the elevator doors.

"What about me?" Ziva shouted to Gibbs, Turning on his heels he pointed at her desk.

"Fine! Guess I'll run up empty pointless and endless leads." Ziva punched her fist start through her brand spanking new keyboard McGee had just finished installing. Drawing attention from everyone in the squad room, especially the director's. Who was looking down from the M-TAC doorway.

"Miss David" Director Sheppard demanded over the bullpen. "My office NOW!"

Ziva glared back and headed toward the director's office, ignoring the stares from the other agents.

It had been a ten minute power grilling session from Director Sheppard on the importance of self control, since Ziva had closed the doors to the Director's office.

"...And on further note, it had not gone unnoticed that this wasn't your first misuse of a keyboard in one day! Damn it Ziva, I've stuck my neck out on far too many occasions for you, do not make me have to write you up!"

"Yes Director." Ziva stood firmly at attention as if she was again at military boot camp. Eyes fixed dead ahead.

This action was hard not to be noticed by Director Sheppard, who realised she may have been a little too hasty in her conviction. "Ziva, is there something that's bothering you, you're normally in control?" Jenny asked in softer tones, noticing Ziva had now finally slackened in her posture and dropping her eyes to the floor. Jenny was more than confused, wondering just what could possibly have gotten to Ziva's nerves this badly, considering things had been running smoothly between NCIS and Mossad for months.

"It won't happen again Director."

Deciding not to push the matter any further, Director Sheppard dismissed Ziva for now. As the office door closed behind the Israeli, Director Sheppard thought to herself "There's only one person I known who can push someone's buttons like that.....Gibbs!" Deciding this had got to be dealt with. Having years of experience with Gibbs. She told Cynthia to call Gibbs and get him in her office.

Ziva fell back into her chair at her desk with a small thud. The other office staff passing by were extremely curious to know what had happened in the Director's office but didn't dare to make eye contact with the assassin let alone confront her about it. So they passed her by and as a collective thought passed each of their minds, 'Tony will tell us anyway.'

She went to pick up the phone and once again start running down the numbers from her list Gibbs' insisted she "investigate". Wishing she could just go downstairs to Abby's lab, push the dark forensic scientist against the cold steel examination table, and have unrestrained passionate sex. Till she felt every ounce of energy drain from her soul and then let it happen all over again. Pushing her heated desires aside knowing full well if she didn't complete this punishment task assigned by Gibbs she'd never be back in the field. Little did she know in a lab a little lower down then her office was a bored and frustrated ponytailed co-worker.

Abby sat on her lab stool elbows resting on her keyboard with her chin rested in her palms as music thumped a low seductive beat. "Dam it." Letting out a huff Abby stood and checked her results one more time trying desperately to push her dirty thoughts out of her mind. All afternoon Abby kept dreaming the same thing. She would strut out of the elevator doors to where the dark haired Israeli would be talking with the Tony in the squad room, grabbing the shorter woman clearing her desk with a swipe of her arm and forceful throw her down on her desk. Holding the assassin down with one hand and ripping her clothes off with the other. Biting at her breast leaving her breathless and blood stained, while straddling and grinding her aching pussy down into Mossad officer's hips, pulling her back so she would arch her body into Abby's. Putting on a show of complete smut in front of anyone who dared watched. "That would stick it to Gibbs."

"Would stick what exactly to Gibbs?"

Abby jumped and spun around to see the Director standing behind her, with an intriguing smile on her face.

"Director! You have defiantly been hanging around Gibbs too long." Abby smiled back hesitantly.

"So what are you sticking to Gibbs?"

Abby cringed, and not thinking of a lie quick enough, spat out the truth before she could stop her lips from moving. The director's jaw fell closer to the floor with every word that spilled form Abby's mouth. From when she first thought Ziva was slyly dropping hints, to every time they had almost been caught to when they pretty much had been caught. To the extremely erotic dreams she couldn't get out of her head.

Abby shrugged innocently "Wow, sorry director just got a little ahead of myself there. And yes, I know the unwritten law about hooking up with a co-worker, but dam it."

Shaking the vivid picture Abby had just painted from her mind, the director soon came back to reality. Abby enjoying the obvious mental struggle the director was just experiencing.

"Abby. Are you saying you like Ziva?"

Abby laughed loudly "No Director, I'm saying I like pineapple with bananas."

"Abby." She warned

"Sorry Director, yeah I think I like her."

"That explains a lot."

"What?"

"Well Abby, Ziva had a small outburst in the squad room today." Smiling as she recalled the incident and now being able to put a story behind it.

Raising an eyebrow in question, Abby was curious to say the least. Ziva has never lost her cool calm collective persona in front of anyone; she had always showed more self control then anyone Abby had ever known. "You're kidding?"

"Wish I could say I was; she had a small incident involving keyboards and a fist."

"Hmm" Abby pondered the image for a moment. "So Director, what brings you down here?"

"Well you actually answered my question. I had noticed Officer David losing her temper quite a lot lately and I was going to ask if you had heard anything, since she wasn't forthcoming with me."

Abby laughed "So you came to me?" The Director just nodded "I thought you would have just asked Tony."

"I already did."

"Ahha. I see. And what did Tony say?"

Smiling the Director turned and exited the lab "He said to ask you."

Abby thought for a second, before she realised. "Wow, Tony knew!"

Ziva dialled the last number on the list. After a few minutes of dealing with an outraged ex girlfriend of a convicted criminal, She hung up the phone. "Pointless." She leant back into chair. Desperately trying to rub her headache away.

"Ziva, you finished that list yet."

Ziva jumped to attention. "Yes, and no good Gibbs every person had an air tight alibi."

"Good job. Tony take Ziva down to interrogation I want you to keep an eye on our guest Miss Kelly Dershon. I'll be down in a minute."

"Finally." Ziva sighed "I was beginning to think I would be glued that chair for the rest of my career."

"If that was the case Ziva you wouldn't have a career." Tony smiled, while Ziva gave a playful glare. As they got to the observation room Ziva's phone rang

"David."

"Ziva, its Abby I've got your results."

Hanging up the phone "Abby's got something, let's go."

"Ah slight problem with that, suppose to be watching the woman." Tony pointed toward the young blonde sitting in interrogation. Smiling Tony could see the anger quickly rising in Ziva. "Now Miss David do you really want to piss Gibbs off again by running off to get evidence after orders to stay here."

"Well Special Agent DiNozzo, would you rather sit here and watch a woman who can't go anywhere and miss evidence that could be vital to this case?"

"I'd rather do both. Go see Abby and report back here." Tony had a way of throwing his seniority around that absolutely annoyed Ziva, however this time she wouldn't argue with him, and left the observation room and headed to the elevator.

The elevator doors had barely opened before Abby had her pinned against the back of the elevator without taking her eyes off Ziva's she leant back and hit the elevator doors closed and hit the emergency stop button. Leaning back into Ziva she pressed herself against the shorter woman's body. "This couldn't wait any longer." Ziva's eyes shot opened wide as Abby captured her lips in an extremely passionate kiss. As the intensity between them grew, Ziva felt herself letting into her desires. Abby slide her hands underneath Ziva's shirt. Teasing and groping her breast. Ziva was breathless by the time Abby's lips left hers and made their way down her neck. Ziva could barely believe what was happening. Abby was driving her insane it felt like her hands were everywhere and the heat between her thighs was begging to be touched. Ziva pulled Abby's lips in hard against her own. Smiling into the kiss Abby continued "the fingerprints match." And without another word she again passionately kissed Ziva back, letting her fingers slide down her stomach and behind her belt buckle till rested just above Ziva's aching pussy. Catching her breath Ziva said one thing she wished she didn't have to.

"We can't keep going here."

Abby paused in her assault. "Don't you want this?"

Looking into Abby's playful eyes Ziva only answered, "Oh Abby you have no idea how much I want this. But I can't screw up at work again. I got to get your results to Gibbs. He has Kelly in interrogation right now."

Abby finally agreed and slowly gave one last push against Ziva's clit before removing her hand and giving the Israeli a light slap on the cheek. "Looks like you owe me one. And I don't have that much patience's." With that Abby pushed the button again and seductively waltzed out of the elevator back into her lab. Ziva watched her exit still not believing what had just happened. Pressing the button the doors closed and she returned to the observation room a little too happily in Tony's opinion, she noticed Gibbs had yet to appear in interrogation. Tony took a sideways look and then went back to watching the woman sitting in the other room. "Nice lipstick." He smiled to himself.

"Dam it Abby" Ziva thought, wiping quickly at her lips to remove Abby's favourite black lipstick. Gibbs entered the observation room just as she removed the last of the lipstick from her mouth.

"Missed a spot." Was all Gibbs said before turning to Tony. "What have we got?"

Still smiling, Tony finally took his eyes away from the interrogation window. "Nothing yet boss, I sent Ziva to get the results from Abby."

Nodding at this Gibbs turned to Ziva. "And Officer David, what did we find out."

Looking nervous as hell Ziva answered "Prints are a perfect match Gibbs."

"Anything else to go with those results Ziva?" Tony asked smugly

"DiNozzo." Gibbs warned slapping him in the back of the headed Ziva smiled triumphantly back before earning a slap in the back of her own head. Gibbs just growled in her direction before leaving observation and entering the interrogation room, slamming both doors and still growling through the mirrored window to where Ziva was standing.

"You don't suppose he can see through that glass?" Tony asked hesitantly

"No Tony."