Emotions can't be hidden forever.
It was only when his hand began to hurt, that he realized how long he had been sanding the boat. Remembering that he had left his watch in the living room, he looked at his phone.
-3am-
Normally he would have stopped working on the boat at least two hours ago, but this week doesn't qualify as normal.
The P2P-Killer had striked again only this time his victim had been one of them.
Mike hadn't only been a mentor, but also a friend. It was hard to push aside all the emotions, but working down in the basement helped.
So he kept on sanding, not giving a damn about his hurting hands or that he had to go to work in a few hours.
He only concentrated on his boat, which was also the reason why he didn't hear Ziva coming down the stairs.
"Gibbs."
Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
"What do you want, Ziver?"
"I needed to check if you are alright. You seemed tense at work today."
That made him realize she probably hadn't slept either. Turning to face her, he stopped sanding and gave her his full attention.
"Yesterday, Ziver. It's 3am."
She had dark shadows under her eyes, her makeup didn't do a very good job hiding them and she was shaking a little, probably due to the lack of sleep.
"Ziver."
He didn't need to ask the question. She knew. Are you alright?
"I am okay, Gibbs. I just couldn't sleep and... I did not want to be alone."
"You are not alone. You can stay here, if you want. I have a guest room upstairs."
"Thanks."
Then she hugged him, because she needed the comfort and she knew he did, too.
He took her into his arms, bringing her closer to him, burying his nose in her hair. It felt good to have someone here and he started to feel a little more alive than in the moments before.
Her hair smelled like mango, a smell he could get addicted to. Running a hand over her back, he tried to comfort her a little more.
She had her arms around his waist and rested her forehead against his shoulder, taking in his scent. He smelled very masculine with a hint of wood. He made her feel save like no other person ever did.
The hug seemed to last hours. They just didn't feel like letting go.
When Ziva lifted her head off his shoulder, but didn't move her arms from their position around his waist, she looked into the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen.
Of course she had seen them before, but never like this, never this close, never full of emotions. She just couldn't stop looking into them.
When he brought one of his hands up to run it through her hair, he could feel her leaning into him a little more. Slowly they closed the gap between their lips.
But before they even touched, they heard a noise coming from the living room.
In less than a second they pulled apart, their training making it possible to be prepared for anything even though they were tired and full of emotions.
TBC...
A/N: I can haz reviews? Please? 8D