Tony's POV in Under Covers.
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She hadn't been with them very long. A couple weeks at most.
And yet there was no one else I would have rather been on this assignment with than Ziva.
It had nothing to do with the fact that McGeek wouldn't have looked at where near as amazing in that green silk dress. It had nothing to do with the fact that she was beautiful and exotic and oh-so-deadly. It had nothing to do with the fact that if it weren't for her he would have been playing a very wrong game with the Probie that would have reminded him too much of the time he kissed the tranny.
In the short weeks since she had joined their team he had learned to trust her.
It wasn't Gibbs' infamous gut but the girl had instincts.
Kate had been one of a kind and he missed her terribly. She'd been a sister to him, the Probie his kid brother, Ducky the loveable but odd Uncle, Abby the childhood friend you never want to be with but finds a way into your family anyway through siblings, and Gibbs the reluctant father of them all. They had been a family and her death had left a hole no one would ever fill.
The taste of her blood and brain matter in his mouth still haunted him.
Ziva could never replace Kate even if they sat in the same desk. But she was quickly carving her own niche into their family.. He wasn't sure how he'd categorize her, though.
Maybe the distant cousin it wouldn't be illegal to take home and get cozy with beneath the sheets.
When she'd first joined she'd been a soggy puzzle piece, the cardboard wet and warped and unable to fit into the designated spot. But over the past couple of weeks the cardboard was drying and she had snapped into place. The fact that she fit with them was why he was glad to have her there, not because she wasn't McGee in a wig.
But the fact that she was a woman made it easier to enjoy the innuendo Sophie made for Jean-Paul. Made it easier to enjoy the warm press of her lips against his. Made it easier to grasp her soft curves with curious hands. Made it easier to pull her close and pretend to be a husband about to make love to his wife.
And it made it harder to remain professional when green silk pooled on the floor.
He tripped over himself trying to get out of his suit.
He froze in place when a lacy pink bra and panty set joined the silk on the carpet.
She seemed to have no qualms about nakedness and his mouth went dry at the prospect of keeping himself in check when he knew she looked like that.
He knew he wasn't supposed to be thinking about his coworkers like that. Gibbs had rules for a reason; number twelve- never date a coworker. When things went South, and they would because he was who he was and she was insane, they would still be expected to put their lives on the line for each other. Hard feelings had no place in their work environment but were unavoidable in a break up.
One knee onto the bed, then the other, until he was hovering over her with the sheet protecting their modesty.
She initiated the next kiss, pulling him in close enough to know that the sheet protected nothing, and he thought of anything he could to keep his blood from pooling in his groin. McGoo in a dress. The Autopsy Gremlin in a dress. Ducky in a dress. Gibbs in a dress.
He moved over top of her like he was Jean-Paul making love to his wife.
When the image of Gibbs faded from his mind he hardened. He told her it was his knee and forced Gibbs into a skimpier dress.
They were putting on a show just in case the room was already under surveillance and damn what a show it was. She make noises loud enough for microphones that might be hidden around the room and he had to up the ante. McGoogle naked. Jimmy naked. Ducky naked. Gibbs naked.
When she rolled them over to straddle him her curls hung down into his face, creating a curtain that momentarily shielded them from the rest of the world. He wanted to keep it that way but his hands itched to touch them. He reached up and tangled his fingers in the dark strands, lifting them up and gathering them at the back of her head.
It was as soft as he'd thought it might be.
She kissed him hard again and he wondered if that was how she imagined Sophie Ranier would kiss Jean-Paul or if this was Ziva David shining through. He hoped it was the latter even though he knew there wasn't a popsicle's chance in hell he would ever know for sure.
He forgot about Gibbs naked.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head for a moment as her knee connected with the erection that had returned full force.
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