Author's Note: MAJOR SPOILERS for S10 E22 "REVENGE"! You are warned! This is a brand new story for Zibbs! For those of you who are waiting for the last chapter in the "To Leave To Return" story, that will be posted soon. :) Please leave your reviews for this story, I haven't decided yet how long I want to make it. :) :) :) Thank you for reading!

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Summary: Ziva is close to finding Bodnar and Gibbs is worried.

Rating: T (Safe, just a kiss!)

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He had been worried for weeks.

Weeks.

They had been romantically involved since the bombing on the NCIS building. As Ziva had said, 'enough is enough'.

The discussion of their feelings had gone well.

As had their relationship so far.

But this was different.

Bodnar had been proven to be the one responsible for Eli David's death and Ziva hadn't taken that well.

Though Gibbs didn't blame her.

She and Tony had gotten into the accident and when Gibbs saw her in the hospital, he had to admit-he was glad she was her usual self.

Eager to get back to work before she had even been officially cleared by doctors.

Their living arrangements went casually, and the time was split pretty evenly between both.

Though after the accident and the trip to Berlin, it went without saying that Gibbs wanted her with him.

At his place.

And Ziva didn't complain.

Though she had always been a tough woman, she did like knowing that Gibbs wanted to keep her safe.

And they both knew he could if it came down to it.

When she had gone to his place after she spent practically the entire night at the NCIS gym trying to regain the strength in her arm, Gibbs was worried.

That night, Ziva walks in through his front door, still slightly out of breath from her work-out.

Setting her things by the door, Ziva goes to the basement and finds Gibbs sitting in the center of the room at his table. His project seemed to be small now and required more attention..

Descending the stairs, she leans on the railing, looking at him. His body language said he was not relaxed:

"You seem tense."

His hands stopped and he looked at her.

Walking away from the still in-progress project, he sets a rag down and stands directly in front of her. His voice is low and non-threatening:

"Pushing yourself too hard."

That was why he was tense?

Didn't he know that this was the way she handled things and had done so for years?

"I am trying to get my strength back. That is always a hard process."

Ziva knew he cared.

Gibbs knew she was trying to get back to normal.

Even if she wouldn't say it:

"Trying to get back to normal usually is,"

Gibbs knew she was being strong, Hell she WAS strong.

But right now, with her breathing back to normal, he had to make sure Ziva knew she was not alone.

Taking his left hand and gently running it down her right arm that was casually hanging by her side, his fingers brush over her hand.

Seeing Ziva's slight flinch, his face turns a puzzled tone and taking her hand in his, he sees why:

"Should I ask what the other guy looks like?"

Ziva gives him a real smile, glad she didn't have to fake one. She knew Gibbs well enough to know that beneath his comment was real concern. Of which, she addressed:

"It was just a punching bag. I need to my body back to the way it was."

Gibbs smirked and carefully lowered her arm:

"Never complained about your body."

She smiled shyly, she was always concerned if she was who he truly wanted. Ziva knew Gibbs could do a lot better, especially if he started dating. Finding a response, Ziva's tone is small:

"I do not know why. You could do much better. But I know this conservation will lead us nowhere,"

She pauses and looks up to see his slightly concerned face.

Ziva continues:

"I am going to take a shower and order some dinner for you. Okay?"

Gibbs' mind isn't on dinner, or the fact that she said order dinner for him, or that he wanted to join her in the shower, though the latter sounded quite nice:

"You okay?"

Her smile was tender and her eyes held more than enough emotion for Gibbs to see:

"Yes."

Gibbs knew that was not the right answer.

Taking his hand and gently cupping the side of her face, he lovingly brought his lips to hers. The kiss wasn't overly passionate, nor was it rushed. It was slow and tender and full of care. And it left them both breathless.

Ziva's arms go around him and hold him closer, feeling a hop of joy when his arms do the same to her.

When the kiss reaches its natural close, Gibbs pulls her into his arms and is pleased when she holds him back.

After a moment he lets her go. She smiles at him warmly and turns, rising to go upstairs. They both know the conservation wasn't over.

But it could and would wait a little while.

Besides, Gibbs had a plan up his sleeve anyway.

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