The sound of laughter in the bullpen made me tilt my head up. Ziva was sitting on Tony's desk. She was leaning in close and whispering in his ear. I swallowed the feeling of pain. Tony DiNozzo had been dating Ziva for months now. It really shouldn't have mattered to me. I knew that the two had undeniable chemistry. Had seen their looks when the other was in danger. The easy laughter and trust that came between them was natural. All this didn't still the fact how hurt I was.
***7 months earlier***
The room was silent. All I could hear was his rough breathing. I closed my eyes and pulled him closer. This was what I had always wanted.
"Boss?"
"Jethro in here Tony." I say to him, stroking his hair.
He laughs: "I guess so." He pauses and then turns over to look at me. "Did we really just make love?"
It is my turn to chuckle. "Well, I don't know DiNozzo. Seemed like it to me. I mean, is there another name for it? Perhaps, "adult", wrestling?"
He laughs again. Then takes in another breath. "That was amazing."
This makes me smile. I pull him closer and whisper in his ear: "I know, baby, I know." I continue to stroke his hair until he falls asleep, making content little sighs.
***Present***
I sigh with relief as McGee stands up with something. Something to pull my eyes away from those two.
