Is anyone else as peeved as me about the long glances that could change the possibilities in two seconds? I mean when I'm watching Bones or Stargate, they all have tons of eye-sex moments but they never act on them. Two seconds is all it would take! Two! A quick peck or... something!

But life sucks like that. Because if we got our two seconds the series would be over or the character would die. *sigh*

Disclaimer: I Own nothing. You would know if I did because everyone would be happy,Jenny would still be alive and Tony and Ziva would have done it against the wall already. :)

But alas, I do not and so she is reduced to her thoughts. Enjoy...

"It's my father bought for two zu-zeem. Jega-junk kunk kunk Jega-junk… how long have you been standing there?" Finally notices her figure.

"Long enough to see that you are well hydrated after your time in the desert." Matter of fact

"And the thinking behind surprising me?" Zip.

"I was not sure of what to say."

"Oh, you were sure it had to be said in the men's room." Washes hands.

Walks over and stands by the sink, back facing the mirror, "I was sure it had to be said…" Anger evident in his hand drying.

"When you shot Michael, I almost killed you where you stood."

"I wasn't standing." Frank, precise, Detached.

"No, you weren't. You were lying on the ground without adequate backup and completely violating protocol." Scolding.

"And double parked," she glares up at him.

"Yes…I noticed but that does not matter," shakes her head, "just like it does not matter how it worked out for Michael." His fingers on the sink spread.

"So what does?" Turns to him and places one hand in-between his. Just that much closer…

"That you had my back," red eyes, " that you have always had my back and that I was wrong…to question your motives," glances at her figure in the mirror, still not facing her.

Whisper, " So why did you?"

"I trusted my brother, Ari. I trusted… Michael. I could not afford to trust you." Nods and smirks in humorless acknowledgment. Finally turns to face her. She's uncertain, which is different for her, but not about this.

"I thought you weren't sure what to say?" Skeptical humor… normal. She glances down.

"I guess I had a long time to think about things." Tears at the corners of her eyes and she glances at him. He's pained by it.

"I'm sorry, Ziva." Cuts him off.

"No. It is I… who am sorry." Reaches up, chances a nearness to him, a thank you kiss to his cheek. He's in shock but he desires it. "Your instincts were right. You were a cop and I never should have faulted you for thinking that-" Hands clasp her shoulders. Eyes widen in recognition.

"I'm a cop," almost as if he just remembers. " I think like a cop."

He should hope so… he places his hand on her cheek. She has a flash of a moment under-covers, tension rising; happier times.

"You're a genius," he kisses her and exists to do what he does best, leaving her in stunned confusion.