It started after Cuba. Because it'd been in Cuba that, while trying to make a point about she couldn't even remember what, his graveled and angry tone had followed her right on into the craptastically tiny bedroom she'd gotten stuck sleeping in. And she'd just let him keep on rolling along as she'd swallowed down two pain relievers and her birth control with a long chugging from a bottle of water.
He'd been such an ass on that trip, spouting a stern line of Gibbs-Rules-Bull-Shit about DiNozzo and Cassidy and agents not getting involved with each other.
She'd been fairly sure that he'd been talking about way more than Tony trying to get into another skirt. Especially when earlier in the trip he'd nearly physically accosted the coffee pot while studiously ignoring the fact she was still wearing a whole lot of nothing under that jersey.
"You putting clothes on before we leave?" He sometimes used a tone on her that said it was her fault he found her as attractive as he did. Like she'd gotten Abby to hoodoo-voodoo his ass into liking her a little too much. "Or is this tanning day?"
Hypocrisy, thy name is 'Leroy Jethro'... because you're staring at my ass.
"You gonna leave the coffee pot in one piece?" She'd get coffee later. A bottle of water from the fridge was warmer than his disposition. "Because if you break it I'm pretty sure we have to buy it."
That was what she remembered.
That and thinking it was awfully ironic (mostly hypocritical) that later he'd so intently watched her drop the birth control case back into her make-up bag while she took another strong swill of water and just silently waited for him to make his point.
Irony looked delicious in his eyes when he blatantly looked at her like she was the only pretty little piece of fruit in the garden he actually wanted to taste.