A/N: First NCIS (Giva) fic. I'm excited so I hope you guys enjoy.
Summary: The Director sends Gibbs and Ziva away to extradite a suspect in a case. They have three days alone in the Bahamas? What will happend? (Bad summary) Gibbs/Ziva Enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of its characters.
As Ziva trotted quietly behind the man ahead of her, her oversized suitcase in tow, it was becoming more and more difficult not to stare at his backside. Since the large black duffle bag that was slung across his shoulder didn't serve as much of a distraction because it hung so closely to his hips, she settled for the back of his head. His short silver, grey hair was always a turn on to her. She wasn't usually attracted to men his age, but he was simply irresistible. His blue eyes were accented greatly with his darkened eyebrows, his thin lips which were almost all the time set in a grim line would always make her heat up whenever they held that smile of his. As for the rest of him, Ziva dreamed of the day when she would be able to explore his body freely without having to worry about Rule #12. Hiswell built body always caught her attention when clad in her favorite outfit and the way he sometimes walked with a swagger always made his rear end the prime target of her hungry gaze. Although she didn't know as much about his past as the others, she did know quite a bit about him and did have some clue as to what he was capable of on a more intimate level. She was curious, though, as to how he would react in a situation where the need to express his feelings for her was needed. What he would say, what he would do and how he would deal with it when whatever happens when it happens were all questions that left a lot to her imagination and often left her forcing herself to think about something else besides Gibbs or anything remotely related to him.
Nearly walking into Gibbs as he came to a stop in front of the room door, she watched as he reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out a thin key card. Sliding the strip of plastic down the metal slot just above the door knob, he pushed the door open, stepping back to let Ziva in. After she had gathered her things and walked inside, he ventured into the moderately lit room after her and with a sigh, turned to shut the door behind them. Gibbs made his way over to the far side of the room, since Ziva had already claimed the door closest to the door and placed his bag down next to his bed. In the spacious room there were, of course, two beds, a nightstand with a phone, lamp and alarm clock on it between them and small dressers on the opposite sides. There was a good sized closet with enough room for the both of them, a bathroom, a stocked mini fridge, and a pair of glass sliding door which lead out to the balcony.
Ziva, who had also set her bags down beside her bed, had gone into the bathroom to relieve herself. It was about a three hour flight from Washington to Miami then about a half hour from Miami to the Bahamas, with the addition of her having to wait and extra hour for Customs to clear her.
She still couldn't believe the two of them were in the Bahamas ... together … for three days. The thought was still fresh in her head and her excitement still had not yet died down. When she was done, she stood at the sink, gently lathering her hands with the decorate bar of soap that had been placed in its dish on the sink. Glancing around the bathroom, she noted that the modern design and sequential colours which composed the small bathroom were very and more appealing than most hotel rooms she has stayed in when she first arrived to America. Drying her hands on the fluffy white towel she had pulled from the rack, she examined herself in the mirror. She was exhausted; the rims of her tired eyes were pink and darkened and the fact that she had not stopped yawning since they got off the flight were all indications of her desperate need for sleep.
Right now she just needed to rest. She didn't have the physical, mental or emotional strength to worry about how she would manage three days with her boss. Ziva yawned, turning to head back into the bedroom. These next few days were not going to be a walk in the park.
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Gibbs placed his wallet and gun down on the small table which stood between their beds. Flipping his cell phone open, he dialed the number then waited for a pick up. After the third ring, there was an answer.
"Oh hello, Jethro. How was the flight? I take it you've made it there safe enough." Ducky said, his accent blending with the joy in his voice.
"Safe enough. How're things back in DC?" he asked, toeing off his boots and neatly placing them beside his bag.
"Well, Anthony and McGee are both doing okay. They're working on a rather difficult case; dead sailor framed for brother-in-law's death. It may seem simple enough, but the wife, teenage son and sister-in-law all seem to be involved."
"They can handle it." He said firmly. "What about Abby?" Gibbs smiled, wondering about her current state of mind now that he wasn't there. He hear Ducky laugh on the other end of the line.
"Poor Abby here has fallen into a state of withdrawal ..." he joked. "... McGee unconsciously called Director Vance "boss" yesterday and Abby nearly went insane. I bet Mc-"
"Ducky, is that Gibbs?!" He grinned when he heard Abby's eager voice approaching in the background. "Yes, well we were just-"
"Never mind that, let me speak to Gibbs" She chirped, grabbing the phone from him before planting a kiss on his cheek. "Hello Gibbs?"
"Yes, Abbs?"
"Oh my gosh! I thought I would never see ... I mean talk to you again! Are you okay? How are you and Ziva doing there in the Bahamas? Are you guys on the beach somewhere tanning and having drinks with little umbrellas in them 'cause I always wanted to-"
"Abby?"
"Yes, Gibbs?"
"We're fine."
"Fine … Really? I was expecting more of an 'Oh it's amazing! The beaches and the boat rides and deep sea diving are wonderful here.'"
Gibbs smiled, "Well I'm guessing you've been doing some research."
"You bet!" Abby beamed, "There's more; you can go horseback riding, and parasailing, and diving with the sharks, and dancing –you dance, don't you, Gibbs?"
"No, not really, Abbs."
"Oh, well I'm just letting you know. Anyway, I have to get back to work. Director Vance is looking for me. Bye Gibbs! We miss you! Oh, and tell Ziva I said hello."
"Will do."
"Gibbs?"
"Yes, Abby?"
"You didn't tell me goodbye" she pouted.
"Goodbye, Abby. See you soon."
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Ziva emerged from the bathroom. Out on the balcony she spotted Gibbs who had his back turned to her and his cell phone pressed to his ear. He spoke softly; his hands running over his hair then down to briefly massage the base of his neck before moving to cover his mouth as he yawned. His jacket had been tossed over the edge of his bed and the sleeves of his light blue and white striped shirt were rolled up just below his elbows. His hair had been ruffled a bit and he stood with his elbows resting on the metal railing of the balcony. She smiled lovingly at the unfamiliar sight before her. Something as simple as removing a few pieces of clothing game him a demeanor which resembled one of the perfect domestic husband. Her eyes trailed slowly over his form. The light breeze outside tussled the wrinkled fabric of his shirt and short hair, and the view provided a great opportunity for her to check out his ass.
Ziva removed her coat, tossing it on her bed then sitting down at the edge to remove her shoes and socks. Allowing herself to fall back onto the cool soft comforter, she lied there, lidded eyes staring at the ceiling. She yawned, turning her head toward the balcony to see if Gibbs was done talking yet. Her heart fluttered and its pace sped up when she saw him turn to come inside. Immediately sitting up, she took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm her nerves. It wasn't working. She needed to calm down. Glancing at the bathroom, she quickly got up to reclaim it. Before she could get there, despite her proximity, she felt was Gibbs' hand wrap around her wrist, stopping her from getting any further. Ziva turn her head to look at him. Surprisingly, there was a smile on his face.
"Mhmh … it's my turn, Ziva."
Stunned, she looked down at his grip on her wrist, the warmth of his hand seeping into her skin. Before long, he removed his hand, his fingers trailing across hers and he walked away and into the bathroom. Ziva sighed, running her fingers through her long dark hair then making her way out onto the balcony. Gibbs had gotten them a room racing the ocean. It was astonishing. The people who were staying here at the hotel could be seen going about their daily lives. There were people relaxing in the pool which ran along the hotel and, near the end, divided through large columns of rock. A large structure resembling a castle housed a big waterslide that spiraled down into the deeper part of the pool. Near the end of the paved ground just before a few steps which met with the sandy beach, there was a shack that, from what she could see, sold food and drinks and offered towels to those on the beach. Ziva shifted her gaze onto the beach. There were people sunbathing, others playing games with their families, walking their pets, and heading to and from the water. Ziva was in utter amazement at how clear the water was here and couldn't wait to head down to the beach.
She promised herself that she would enjoy herself whether Gibbs approved of it or not.
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Gibbs stepped into the bedroom. He was still unsure as to why Director Vance chose him to go on this trip with Ziva. They were only here to attend court and extradite a suspect charged in a case. So why not send Tony or McGee?
He glanced out onto the balcony to see Ziva leaning warily over the railing. She seemed to be so engrossed with something downstairs and he smiled when he saw her gasped in amusement and the words 'Oh my god' escape her lips. He stealthily made his way over to her. Leaning onto the frame of the sliding doors, he watched her quietly. Her long, dark tresses were being gently tossed around by the wind and the faint 'oohs' and 'ahhs' of her enjoyment could be heard.
Ziva defined that word beauty. Her dark brown eyes, darker hair and eyebrows contrasted beautifully with her light skin and pink, fuller lips. Despite her downfall when it comes to the English language, he loved the way her words seem to just roll smoothly off of her tongue. Shannon and Jenny, among others, did offer him his fair share of mixed emotions, but Ziva is the only woman who has ever left him clueless and confused him about his feelings. He does know that he is in love with her, but he doesn't know if it's real, or how to deal with his feelings. Truthfully, he's terrified of losing the most precious thing in his life. At first it was hard for him to accept, but he truly does love and care for her and these feeling of his may only serve as nothing but destruction to their relationship.
He can't risk all that.
His head tilted to the side, his eyes falling to her waist where a strip of her tanned skin caught his eye. Thanks to the way her pants hung low around her hips he had a nice view of the two dimples just about her ass. His tongue ran over his bottom lip before he bit into it, fighting the sudden urge to hold her. Quickly looking up, Gibbs tried to focus on another part of her body. He couldn't slip up, not right now he would have to look and try as best as he could to not touch her. Gibbs cleared his throat, pulling Ziva out of her trance; he took a spot beside her. She smiled genuinely at him as his eyes swept across the beach then back to connect with hers. He was the first to speak.
"Abby said to tell you hello."
"You spoke to Abby?"
"And Ducky." He smiled.
"Well, what did they say?"
"Abby is going crazy, McGee and Tony are working a case, and Vance's doing his job. Don't worry, we haven't been gone long enough for this so go bad around there." He grinned.
Ziva returned the gesture, her gaze shifting to rest over the shimmering ocean. "Why do you think ...
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"... Director Vance chose to assign me to this case instead of DiNozzo or McGee?"
She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Yes ... But, how did you know I was goin ... "
"Because I asked myself the same question." he said.
Nodding, Ziva's eyes lingered over the ocean once more before focusing on his. As his eyes danced between hers, for a moment, she thought she saw it. He had just allowed his eyes to drop to her lips. That look in his eyes was unmistakeable. It was a look of desire and lust; need and want and although it was instantly hidden the second he'd let it show, she'd remember it clear as day.
When Gibbs saw her expression change, he knew she had noticed what had just happened. He cursed himself for allowing her to see; for being so weak. Surely he could survive three days with Ziva, so why was he slipping up?
Ziva smiled when she saw him blush slightly. "Well, I had better hit the hail then" she said, deciding to spare him the embaressment.
"That's the hay, Ziva." he corrected as she headed back into the room.
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