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Both Abby and Ziva had been in foul moods for two days now, and no one knew why. Ziva was snappy at everyone and cursing under her breath in foreign languages. Abby would glare at anyone and everyone, she would snap at anyone who irritated her the slightest bit. The entire team were sick of their foul moods, but had no idea what had caused them, so couldn't really do anything to improve the situation.

"Gahh!" Ziva yelled in frustration, slamming her fingers down on her keyboard.

"Ziva?" McGee said cautiously.

"What?" She snapped back.

"What happened?"

"My stupid computer is frozen!"

McGee hurried over to her desk, fixing her problem, "There." He smiled.

Ziva nodded, 'Thanks."

"Abby wants us down in her lab." Gibbs said, walking into the bull pen. The team followed him down to 'Labby'. When they got there, the music was off. Ziva frowned, boy had she messed up.

"I'm so sorry Abby!" She blurted out. The entire team looked at her in surprise, Abby how ever just scowled at her.

"Abby!" She sighed. It's not like she could talk freely with the team around; they did not know about their relationship, "I really am sorry!"

The team looked at them with puzzled expressions, "Care to explain?" Tony suggested.

"NO!" They both snapped at him.

"Abs, care to show us what you bought us all down here for?" Gibbs asked.

"Gladly." She said angrily, her eyes, still not leaving Ziva's, "The piece of paper I found in the victims pocket was actually I note." She said, placing the blue piece of paper on her table and picking up a hot iron, "See." She said, ironing the piece of paper. Then words appeared on it, reading 'One down, three to go.' "It was written in lemon juice and when you iron it, words appear."

"Great; a serial killer." Tony muttered.

"Thanks Abs." Gibbs said giving her a kiss on the cheek and walking out.

"So, you girls gonna tell us what's going on?" Tony asked.

"No!" Ziva snapped, "Now get out, I need to talk to Abby."

"No, you guys can stay. We have nothing to talk about!"

"Yes we do!" Ziva said, her voice slightly raised, "And if they do not leave, I will say it in front of them." She warned; she knew how much Abby wanted to keep their dating a secret; she did not want to bare the wrath of Gibbs.

"Ohh! Please do!" Tony said, jumping with joy.

"We have nothing to talk about, Ziva!" Abby yelled.

"Abby! I am so sorry! You have no idea! I just totally forgot! I was tied up in a very stressful case!"

"I waited for three and a half hours!" She snapped.

"I know, and I am sorry! I will make it up to you, I promise!"

"Wait!" Tony said, "Waited where? Forgot what? Make it up? How?"

"Get out!" Ziva snapped, and to her delight, McGee scurried off, and Tony sighed, "Fine." He slumped out.

"Abby." She said softly.

"It was our one year anniversary!" She sighed.

"I know, I know. I am sorry. I will make it up to you."

"How?" She demanded, though her voice was softer.

"Well, I was thinking we go out to a national park, take a picnic and some wine… Then stop off at the shops and get some whipped cream and melt some chocolate…"
"Whipped cream and melted chocolate you say?" Abby said, with a playful glimmer in her eyes.

Ziva smirked, looking her up and down, "Yes, and we can eat them, in a… interesting way." She smirked seductively.

Abby liked this idea, "When?"

"Tonight?"

Abby smiled, "Okay." She pulled Ziva close to her, with her hand on her waist. Ziva put her hands around Abby's neck, leaning in their lips met. Abby parted her mouth, allowing Ziva's tongue in enter. They stood kissing for a minute, before Ziva gently pushed Abby up against the closest wall, and traced Abby's spider web tattoo on her neck with her tongue.

"Ziva." She half gasped, half moaned, "We can't do this here."

Ziva looked up at Abby, "You're right." She sighed.

"You should get back to work, Gibbs will be wondering where you are."

Ziva nodded, "I'll see you tonight." She grinned.
"Yes you will." She winked, "Oh and by the way, you're forgiven."