Ziva David lay uncharacteristically in tears, with her vulnerable side showing, as she lay on her bed on a cold winter's night.

It was a week after Jen's death, and whichever way she looked at it, she blamed herself, she went over every slight detail in her head, again and again, trying to work out why she had died.

The only reason she could think of was that it was her fault, maybe she was cursed, because everyone she got close to died.

She had met Jen before joining NCIS, back when she was simply a Mossad agent, and had saved Jen's life, truth be told, Jen saved her life by getting her out of Mossad and into America, and she would be eternally grateful for that.

She shivered from the cold, not bothering to pull the quilt over to cover her self, as she lay in only a towel as she had only just gotten out of the bath, and she was still wet.

The room was in darkness, and the only sound was her heart-wrenching sobs.

She hadn't been laying there long when the sound of the phone rang, it rang and rang, but she didn't even get up, when it stopped ringing someone banged loudly on her door, but still she didn't get up.

She heard the sound of the door being unlocked, and opened, then footsteps coming towards the bedroom.

The light shone brightly into the room, as the silhouette of Jethro Gibbs walked through the door, and made his way over to the sobbing Israeli, her eyes, pink and puffy from the tears and her body shivering from the cold, and the intensity of her cries.

He sat on the side of the bed, gathering her up into his arms, and she clung to him tightly, crying.

He held her, and ran his hands through her hair softly, "What's wrong?" he asked gently.

She cried harder, "It was all, my fault"

He rocked her gently, "No, it wasn't. There was nothing you could've done, she dismissed you, it was something she felt she needed to do alone"

Ziva calmed slightly in his arms, "Why are you here?"

Gibbs held her, with his head resting upon hers, as she rested her head on his chest, "You didn't answer your phone"

Ziva smiled, "Then why did you call me"

He smiled, "Wanted to see if you were okay"

Ziva smiled up at him, causing their lips to be millimetres apart, and she glanced down at his lips, before she crashed hers against his, urging him to lay above her, and as he did she lay back against the pillows, with her arms around him, kissing him passionately.

He pulled back slightly to look her in the eye, "You sure you want this?" he asked softly

She smiled and nodded, "I've always wanted this"

He smirked, "Oh really? Now, I know you are lying, you are far too beautiful to want an old man like me"

She smiled seductively and wrapped her legs around him, and kissed him before answering, "It is true, I" she stopped herself before she said anything more.

He looked curious, "You what?"

She looked down, "I fell in love with you"

He cupped her chin, and forced her to look at him before attacking her lips in a searing kiss, "I love you too"

She grinned and tore his shirt from him, rolling him onto his back with a smile, as her towel came down around her.

The night they made love wouldn't be the only time, they loved each other more than anything, and they would spend all the years possible, showing each other how much.

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