Author's Note :
Thank you for the reviews and enjoy the next chapter…
Things are heating up…
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One night passed.
Then a second.
A third and even a fourth night passed…
And Gibbs …
He … didn't to anything!
Okay, that wasn't exactly true.
He did a great many things… like touch her… hold her … kiss her … everywhere… and of course engulf, overwhelm and totally consume all her senses, her body, mind and spirit as he made her explode more times then she could count.
But … he didn't do anything kinky.
And it was driving her crazy.
Oh Jethro… why are you making me wait so long?
What was worse, was that every time he looked at her, she felt blood race to her face. When he touched her, anticipation and expectation bloomed and she liquefied. But then he just proceeded to make normal though exquisite love to her.
Now, sitting at her desk in the bullpen, she could see Tony and McGee exchanging glances as they looked from Gibbs to her and back.
And why were they doing that?
Because, she, Officer Ziva David was blushing like a silly teenager... and that was something she never did before!
Argh! Jethro… you are driving me mad!
"You say something?" Gibbs' voice reached her and she jumped in her seat, turned to look at him and blushed.
"No." she replied quickly. I hope not. Are you reading my mind?
"Okay." Gibbs replied but his eyes moved from hers down her body in a lightening caress setting her already warm body on fire.
Without a word she pushed her chair back and raced out of the bullpen.
Gibbs smirked to himself and then caught Tony and McGee looking at him.
"Get back to work."
"On it Boss." Tony replied, throwing papers across his desk.
"Right, Boss." McGee started clicking away on his keyboard.
Gibbs turned back to his computer and smirked again.
When Ziva came back to her desk, she refused to look at Gibbs, Tony or McGee. Tony and McGee didn't know about her and Gibbs' relationship, but she knew they suspected something. They would have a field day when they found out that Gibbs had broken one of his own rules.
Gibbs looked at Ziva over the top of his computer monitor. She seemed more composed but he could see and feel the agitation, confusion and frustration radiating off her.
They managed to avoid each other for the rest of the day. Then at 5pm, he stood up and said, "I want those reports finished and on my desk first thing tomorrow morning."
"You leaving Boss?" McGee asked in surprise.
"Of course not, McGeek. Boss is going out for coffee. Am I right?" Tony asked.
Ziva just stared at her computer screen.
"I'm leaving." Gibbs replied.
"But, you never leave so early." Ziva couldn't help but say. You didn't tell me you were going to leave early today and now I have to stay and finish this stupid report.
"Do I need your permission, Officer David?" he remarked.
"No." Ziva replied quickly as the blush rose up from her chest to her cheeks. Permission… are you hinting at…
"Thought so." Gibbs replied just as Ducky and Abby entered the bullpen.
"Ah, Jethro." Ducky stopped him. "Glad I caught you."
"Yeah Duck?" Gibbs questioned.
"This is for you." Ducky said as he placed a fruit in Gibbs' hand. "And for you and you and you." He said as he handed the same fruit out to the rest of the team.
"Peaches?" Gibbs questioned.
"Yes. They are all the way from the UK. Taste it." Ducky insisted.
Gibbs smiled as he lifted the peach to his mouth and bite into it. Ziva watched him, sighed deeply, blushed, stood up and left the bullpen again.
"Is Ziva okay?" Abby asked concerned.
"Does she not like peaches?" Ducky asked. "Or is she coming down with something. She did look a bit flushed."
Gibbs didn't reply but just headed to the elevator.
Oh… My little spitfire is on… fire…
She's waiting for the game to begin and hasn't realized that it's already began…
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