Title: Children
Author: CaleumChibi
Rating: Mature (Rated)
Fandoms: NCIS
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS. I do own a perverted mind ;)
Warnings: sexual situations - Lemons
Summary: "Do you ever want to have children?" Gibbs asked Ziva once. When Gibbs loses control where will it all lead to?
Status: Part two Unfinished

Children: Chapter 2:

He lowered himself on top of her, closing the distance that had been between them. Whilst she struggled to push him away from her, she had to hand it to him that he was no match for her. Her strong resistance only seemed to arouse him even more. She felt his hardness pressing against her thigh. He had gotten a hold on her wrists, capturing both her wrists in his strong hand.

Instinct told her that what was about to happen was a bad thing and she raised her knee but he blocked her kick with his free hand.

"Hush, Ziva." He breathed heavily. "I need to concentrate." She sighed in defeat, knowing that the 'concentrate thing' was the real Gibbs trying to stop himself. She also knew that a lust-potion was stronger than a human being. Gibbs was losing his inner battle by far.

Suddenly he buried his head in Ziva's hair, his cheek was touching hers and he was groaning.

"Gibbs." Ziva tried to stay calm as she said his name. The grip on her wrists remained as Gibbs locked her legs between his. His free hand sneaked up to her breasts and began to massage them through the fabric. Ziva's jaw dropped at this and she couldn't suppress a small moan.

'He has a strong grip for sure.' She thought to herself.

"Boss." Ziva's attempt to make Gibbs regain his senses was to no avail since he had already lost from the poison that was running through his veins. He began to lick her neck, slightly nipping at it before sucking hard making Ziva gasp. She didn't even notice his hand sliding down and before she realised it he had tugged down her pants and undergarments.

'No!'

She wanted to yell at him to stop but he was too quick. He pushed forward and entered her hard. From the position Ziva was in she couldn't see if he had fully entered her yet, but it certainly felt like that to her. She bit her lower lip in order not to cry out in pain. It had been a while since the last time she had sex and she never had someone as big as Gibbs before. He pushed in even further and she arched her back, digging her head in the floor and noticing her boss giving her a small peck in her neck before sitting more up straight.

She looked at him through her eyelashes.

His gaze, filled with lust and mixed emotions, was fixed on hers. Droplets of sweat were running down his face as he kept penetrating her at a steady pace. He had released the grip from her wrists and now kept a firm hold on her thighs. Low sounds began to escape from the back of his throat. He looked like a wild animal that had finally captured his prey and was enjoying eating it.

He licked his lips.

Ziva felt the throbbing member growing even harder inside of her with every movement.

She hated herself at that very same moment. She hated that her body was betraying her, that her walls were clamping down on him and that she gave into him.

She hated the fact that her boss felt so good inside of her.

Ziva lifted her head from her desk.

The memory of what had happened in the past 24 hours kept repeating itself inside her mind. Especially what had happened between her and the boss. He had forgotten what had happened.

'Of course he had.'

The lust potion does that to people, making them have sex and then erasing their memory of it. Ziva knew this and that's why she had decided to forgive Gibbs and more importantly that's why she had decided not to mention what had happened to anyone ever.

Bad thing however was that she had felt ill afterwards. She suspected that she could be pregnant but it was too early to tell. After all, they hadn't had safe sex and Ziva knew stories of women who could tell immediately after their lovemaking whether they were pregnant or not. Her mother had been one of these women.

Ziva buried her head in her hands and her hair immediately fell in front of her face. She wanted nothing more but to hide from the memories.

Her phone-cell rang and she flipped it open. She wasn't answering the call yet but she was curious about who would call her.

She had called in sick and thus she suspected it to be a worried Abby.

It was.

Ziva contemplated for a moment whether to answer the phone or throw it in the dustbin at the opposite side of the room. She pushed the green button.

"Hi Abs." She greeted.

"Ziva!" came the overenthusiastically reply from the other side of the phone. "Jeesh, you really sound like you're not feeling well."

"Thanks Abby, I'm indeed a bit grumpy."

"Was it because of the whole terrorists' thing from yesterday?" Abby asked but she continued before Ziva could even answer. "Well, it was a hard mission indeed. I'm so happy you all stayed alive in there. With all those men! How many again?"

Ziva opened her mouth to answer but Abby had continued again. "Sixteen? Fifteen?"

"Something like that." Ziva tugged a strand of hair behind her ear.

"And there were just the four of you! And so many dangerous terrorists, and you got the wrong coordinates at first. Oh, and with Gibbs falling ill after being jabbed by that dirty needle." Ziva kept quiet.

"Did you know that the drugs made in the building opposite of the terrorists base wasn't just any normal kind of drug?" Abby kept babbling.

Ziva put a hand on her forehead, a bad feeling rising in her stomach as she suddenly felt incredibly sad.

"They had made a serum of a lust-potion! I didn't even know such a thing existed for real!" Ziva could hear Abby clap her hands in excitement.

"Then who told you it does?" Ziva asked.

"The computer!" Abby cheered back. "You see, after you returned from the mission I checked Gibbs to find out what kind of drugs had infected him. And guess what?" Abby kept quiet for a moment.

"Lust serum." Ziva mumbled softly. She was starting to have a headache now too.

"Indeed! Gibbs had been infected by the lust potion. But it was already fading. I think there hadn't been a lot of it on the needle anymore. Or the effect of the serum must have been reduced by an antidote. Which of course only could have been, well, you know?"

Ziva decided to wisely keep her mouth shut. Abby was making small noises at the other end of the line indicating that she was trying to think of something less uncomfortable to say.

"Tony has called in sick too today, did you know?" she tried.

"That's fine Abby." Ziva whispered back.

"Yeah, he caught a cold again when he and McGee tried to elope using the drainpipe, which snapped."

"Hmm."

"You really aren't feeling well, are you?" Abby asked concerned.

"I'm sorry Abby. I'm indeed not feeling very well."

"And that's why you called in sick this morning, right?"

"Yes, Abby."

"Then get better soon. Take a good nap. I hope to see you back again soon Ziva. It's much more fun when you're around. At least I won't be the only girl on our department when you're back." Abby paused and Ziva guessed that the Goth was pinking away a tear. "Bye Ziva. See you soon."

"Bye Abby."

Ziva kept staring at her mobile phone for a while. She felt horrible. She wasn't sure what to think or what to feel. Her emotions were confusing her. Quietly, she stood up from her desk chair and walked to her bed. She was still wearing her pyjamas and thus she decided to roll into bed and try to get some sleep.

"I'm so confused!" she cried out before she grabbed a pink bunny plushie and hugged it close to her.

At the other end of the line a gothic girl pushed a button and broke the connection. "I don't know, Gibbs." She said "She sounded so tired." Concern spread on her face.

Gibbs stood at the other side of the lab, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"A bit sad even." He added.

"We are working with half a team. If she's just tired she could have come to work anyway." Abby said, suggesting that indeed something was wrong with Ziva.

Gibbs puzzled her. He had come in precisely at the moment that she was about to call Ziva to ask her how she's been doing. They had discussed the outcome of his test and he had ordered her to mention this outcome to Ziva over the phone. Gibbs was Abby's great and strong hero. He wouldn't hurt Ziva. He was stronger than poison. Surely Gibbs wouldn't have harmed her. But the fact that he couldn't remember everything that had happened one day ago frightened her.

Gibbs, still standing on the other side of the laboratory, stared in front of him, an unreadable expression on his face. He had grown hard again when he heard Ziva's voice over the intercom though that wasn't a strange thing because Ziva always had aroused him. That's why he didn't want her to join his team when they had just met. Somehow, Ziva managed to stir feelings that he'd normally only got from redheads in bikinis. He had been alone with her for a considerable amount of time yesterday. Yet, he only remembered climbing a balcony and the next moment he was shooting at the terrorists and arresting the remaining few. Something was missing. A memory had escaped him. His gut told him Ziva had been the one to release him from the lust potions' grip. That meant they've had sex. The question was, had she submitted to him willingly or?

"I can't blame her though." Gibbs broke the silence.

"So something has happened between the two of you?" Abby wondered out loud.

Gibbs turned around and left the lab without saying another word.

He secretly wished his gut feeling was right as always.