A/N: Hey guys. I'm so sorry that I haven't updated anything in so long. The sad thing is that there isn't even a rational reason for my absence. (could say university kept me busy - but we all know that I'm just a lazy idiot) So I guess I'll attribute the whole thing to writer's block. I failed my literary studies II term paper half a year ago, so I kinda lost confidence (and by kinda I mean I was an emotional wreck). I passed on second try, but that doesn't really change the fact that I still feel like a complete failure.

Anyways, I'm really sorry that I kinda abandoned my 'Insomnia' story. I WILL finish it soon, I promise!

But on to the task at hand. This is me procrastinating.

Btw: My spellcheck seems to be broken, so, if you find any mistakes, just leave them in the comments and I'll change them^^ (same goes for grammar mistakes. I feel like I'm still too stupid for that... that's not spellcheck's fault^^)

Denial.

Ziva did not know what was happening to her. She had been feeling weird lately, somewhat depressed. Getting up in the morning was getting harder and harder. There just was nothing to look forward to anymore. Her days were filled with paperwork, Dinozzo's immature babble, interviewing victims and staring at Gibbs while he was working his magic with the suspects. That used to be something for her to get excited about - Gibbs' very own way of convincing a suspect that admitting their crime would be a good idea. He was a very attractive man, one way or another, but in the interrogation room he was irresistable.

That must have been the problem - Gibbs' effect on her paired with the knowledge that she could never act on it.

Feelings like these had never had this kind of influence on her life. A crush would normally ask for a few moments and would only progress further, if she allowed it to. Early in her life, had she learned to control her feelings, as Mossad preferred their operatives to be emotionally cold and distant.

Gibbs, however, seemed to be her cryptonite. Cold and distant just would not cut it anymore - not with him. Ziva could only hope that nobody would notice. A crush on her boss would not exactly shine a good light on her and she was almost completely sure that Gibbs did not reciprocate her feelings. You never know, when it comes to Gibbs. - she told herself, but that thought was quickly pushed aside.

It would never happen. She had to accept that.

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He couldn't believe he had just finished building another boat. It usually took him a lot longer to work on one of his projects, because, between work, nutrition and sleep, he barely found any time to sand the tiniest part of a boat. Now that Ziva was single again he couldn't focus on anything anymore. Working in the basement, he could let his mind wander to all the moments she had spent standing next to him throughout the day and how difficult it had been to keep himself from staring at her for too long. He started to spend more and more time building one boat after another - sleep was overrated anyway.

To his discomfort, Ziva seemed to be distancing herself from him. They had become friends over time, they had shared memories that nobody else knew about. Some nights, she had come to his basement and sat on his workbench reading a book or telling him a story about her childhood, while he was sanding his boat. He liked listening to her - No, he loved it. Her stories seemed to give him a complete picture of who she was as a person. At work, he had only gotten to know her as an officer.

Ever since she had started dating CI-Ray - a very catchy nickname, coined by the only other man who seemed to share Gibbs' dislike for the spy - his Ziver had become increasingly distant. It bothered him that he didn't know why. Of course she wouldn't come over to his house anymore, since she surely wanted to spend some time with her boyfriend, but even at work, her behavior towards him had changed. Sometimes she would even go out of her way to avoid being alone with him on the elevator.

When Ray was finally out of the picture, Jethro had hoped Ziva's behavior would change again. He had missed her.

Sadly, her behavior stayed the same. If he was right, it had even become worse. Now she wouldn't even look him in the eyes anymore. Stubborn as they are, staring each other in the eyes had sometimes been like a game between them. If they had a disagreement, he would always try his characteristic Gibbs-stare on her, but, due to her training, she would never give in. Nobody had ever dared to simply stare right back at him. It made him furious - in the best way possible.

He missed those little moments.

He missed her stories.

He missed her smile.

He missed her.

To be continued...

A/N: Aaaand just like that I have another unfinished story. Great. *sarcasm*

I have a feeling those were too many commas btw, but (again) if you find anything wrong: leave a comment and I'll change it :)

And while you're leaving a comment already - tell me how you like the story and if it is worth continuing^^

Now I should really go back to studying... bye ;D