Jen sat on her bed, her silk nightgown draped over her legs as she took in another mouthful of ice cream, now she wasn't one to stuff her face but that 'argument' with Ziva had really bewildered her, Yes Ziva was a natural angry person but she had never seen it get so out of hand, and the thing which made this situation more annoying was she didn't know who Ziva liked or loved or whatever was making her work hell.

She stabbed the ice-cream tub with her spoon, it was melting slowly and she wanted to get a few more mouthfuls before giving in and calling Ziva to make sure she hadn't shot somebody in sheer anger, she looked out of the window the nights sky was painted a dark blue a few cars past her apartment from time to time but other than that things were strangely quiet but she wasn't going to dismiss it the silence was good for a extremely hectic day at work she rubbed her head and groaned, she wished she could connect the dots and help Ziva but it wasn't obvious for her, "lets go over the facts, She doesn't like Gibbs thank god.." she paused and grinned one off in Paris has seemed to had its affect "And its not McGee or Tony and I doubt it's the rest of them" she ran over things one more time then it dawned on her, like a bullet passing through your arm (which she was all to familiar with) "me?" she said jumping to her feet and nearly knocking the ice cream off the bed and spilling to the floor, she picked it up of the bed and used the walk to the fridge as an excuse to kick something over, Yes she was pissed, but not that pissed slightly confused a little shocked, but she didn't know for sure yet did she? Okay time to pluck up the courage and phone her, she dragged herself to the phone on the wall, which was rarely used she looked at the list of numbers on the side and dialed Ziva's number biting her lip and running her fingers through her hair

"Hello?" a dead sounding voice mumbled

"Umm hi Ziva, its Jen" she said her voice awake and confident

"Oh hi" Ziva said with a long sigh

"Look Ziva is it me?" Jen asked wanting to get to the point

"Yes" Ziva said simply her voice nearly going on the other end, she hung up and left Jen practically lifeless she slowly put the phone back on its stand, drinking in this new discovery she would have liked to talk about it, Jen moved into the bathroom and splashed her face with water, getting rid of the remnants of eye liner and the little eye shadow she used her hands gripped the rims of the sink she squeezed hard the stinging pain feeling good round about now, she gazed to the clock 11pm she should go to bed and sleep, easier said than done though isn't it? She looked at herself in the mirror, she was tired and she needed to sleep but her mind was wide awake and begging to think over Ziva, the truth was it wasn't like she hadn't thought over it once or twice, Jen had always found Ziva attractive and they had innocently flirted a couple of times but that was it, Maybe she just needed to think? But her eyes wouldn't allow it she slowly walked to her bed and crashed down not bothering with the covers not bothering with the light.

-Ncis the next day-

"McGee, you seen Jen?" Gibbs asked him as he darted in with his coffee and a rare worried look plastered on his face, Ziva looked up in slight shock did it have something to do with last night?

"I'll go check out her apartment" Gibbs said rolling his eyes, But Ziva rose to her feet and stopped him this was her problem, or at least she thought it was "No Gibbs, I'll go" she said grabbing her coat and taking the keys from Gibbs hand, he let her do so without protest, she was stubborn and would eventually get her way anyway he blinked hard and sat down taking random swings of his coffee whilst tapping at his computer, and keeping an eye on his team, Hmm 'his team' that would be a first wouldn't it?

The drive to Jen's was nerve racking the traffic was tremendous and some hobo trying to sell her old newspapers stopped her, she pulled up to Jen's apartment and got out of the car slamming the door behind her, she walked up the steps and to Jen's door, "Jen?" she called out but already preparing to pick the lock, she took a few glances then picked the lock, cringing as she caught her finger on something sharp, but the door calmly opened without protest she got her gun from her belt and brought it into position she cleared the main room, and bathroom and put her gun away she slowly paced to the room where light snoring sounds could be heard, Ziva leant on the door frame and grinned as she gazed at the red haired beauty laid out on the bed, a pillow tucked underneath her head, her hair messy but she didn't care the temptation to move into the cold room and join her was enormous, but the agent side of her kept her back until she fully realized that all she was wearing was a nightgown, her heart rate seemed to increase and the urgency to breath

, But still she tried to keep her cool until she nearly jumped out of her skin as Jen rolled over and a flicker of her colored eyes appeared, Jen groaned as the mornings light stung her eyes she rubbed them and got up, her back facing Ziva something wasn't right she could hear someone else's breathing, like they were trying to control it she the back- up knife from her bedside table and turned around, slightly shocked to see Ziva standing there quite red in the face, but of course reality dawned on her "Ziva what the hell?" she exclaimed and demanding an answer, her morning face enough to go by, Ziva grinned "Its 8am, Gibbs sent me to check up on you" she stared slightly but stopped sensing Jen was very, moody or something along those lines "Why would he? Oh never mind" she said running into the bathroom and turning the shower on then leaving it to collect her clothes for the day, a simple skirt and blouse "wait here okay?" Jen said using a tone you would use for a child, Ziva rolled her eyes and plonked her butt on the sofa she had only been in Jen's apartment twice and she had never had these thoughts in mind, her head turned from side to side, taking in Jen's decorating skills nothing to fancy or over the top just simple, she heard Jen get out of the shower and probably slamming her foot into something judging by the scream

"You okay in there?" Ziva called out her head tilting back in view of the Bathroom door, which was painted white.

"Yeah!!" Jen called out getting out her make up bag and starting up her hair dryer, Ziva waited another 30 minutes before she emerged looking as beautiful as ever, the temptation to comment was huge, But Ziva kept it in, after all she was a mossad agent.

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