Authors Note: With finals coming up this might be the last chapter for a while. I have a lot of projects due and need to get them done, before I do this. Please leave some feedback and let me know if it is even worth continuing. Thanks for reading in the meantime.

Chapter 4

Ziva looked at Tony, his naked body covered in sweat. "So?"

He grinned pulling the sheets over them and kissed her passionately on the lips. "You are one amazing woman David, you really are." He ran the back of his hand along side her cheek.

"What are you smiling at Tony?" Ziva raised an eyebrow in question.

"I'm smiling at how beautiful you are Ziva, you're gorgeous. How did I get so lucky?" Tony loved Ziva, but he was scared to tell her. What if it was too soon? What if she wasn't into what they had, like he was? What if it was just sex for her? Even before Tony got into the relationship with Ziva he knew it was more than just sex for him. He knew he had honest feelings for Ziva. Feelings that were so intense, they scared him. Unlike Jeanne these feelings weren't a lie. There was nothing about his feelings for Ziva that were a lie. He really loved her.

She smiled and stole a kiss. "I often wonder that myself. How did you get so lucky?" Ziva grinned staring into his eyes. "Because you really are very lucky Tony." In reality Ziva knew she was the lucky one. She had found an incredible person in Tony, one she loved very much. Ziva could see herself growing old with Tony. There was one problem, Ziva was pretty sure that Tony didn't see things that way. Tony was a manwhore, or that's what American's called it. While she may have been ready to tell Tony he was the one, and that she couldn't see herself with anyone else, but she was scared to tell Tony, Ziva was sure he didn't feel the same way back.

"We have to get up for work in five hours." Tony groaned as he leaned in and kissed Ziva. "I really hate mornings. At least there is one good thing about this. I get to see you when I wake up." The smiled from his face didn't fade. "Just try not to snore like a drunken sailor tonight." He playfully teased her.

Ziva returned the kiss and smiled, running her finger down his chest. "You do, don't you?" She grinned. "Well only if you promise not to snore either Anthony DiNozzo."

He pulled Ziva close to him, letting his lips meet hers. He loved how sweet she tasted, the smell of her shampoo. It had a fruity smell that he couldn't get enough of. He ran his finger along her muscular, toned arms. There wasn't a single inch on Ziva's body that Tony did not love. "I promise not to snore. With all your ninja skills there is no telling what you could or would do to me." He smirked. Tony was about to say something else when he noticed Ziva was sound to asleep. His beautiful girl was asleep in his arms. Not wanting to weak her up he carefully reached over and shut off the light. "Goodnight my beautiful ninja."

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Tim pulled up in front of Abby's house. "Your bowling team is, well interesting to say the least."

"Sister Rosemary is so awesome." Abby animatedly spoke.

"Yeah 65-years-old and she can still do the splits." Tim chuckled a bit.

"Sister Rosemary is definitely bitchin'." Abby's cheerful voice boom. "So are you coming in?" She raised an eyebrow. "Please?"

"Uh I don't know Abby. It's really late and I gotta work tomorrow?"

"So do I, please." Abby begged Tim. "Come in, you can spend the night." Abby coaxed him.

"I really don't know if that is a good idea." Tim retorted.

Abby sighed. "Fine then can you at least come in for a little bit and look at my computer? I think I might a virus or something." Stupid excuse but if it got Tim into her apartment it was better than nothing.

"You have the best security system on your computer, how could you possibly have a virus?"

She gave him a bashful look, "I don't know it's just acting all weird. Please."

Letting out a reluctant sigh Tim cut the engine off. "Fine, but if it's going to take long you'll have to wait until the weekend for me to fix it."

"Yay! Thanks Tim!" Abby cheered and quickly climbed out of the car. "Don't worry it won't take long at all, I promise." Abby knew that this was going to be her only chance to make her first move, to do what she needed to do to get the guy.

Once inside Tim slipped out of his leather jacket and hung it over the back of Abby's chair, before crossing the living room floor and sitting down at her computer. He allowed it to boot up to her home screen and started to search through it. "Abby I don't see anything resembling a virus on your computer, are you sure you have-" he turned around in his chair and stopped midsentence.

"Yeah I know," Abby stood in front of him, wearing a red and black gothic style, teddy. It reveled just enough. Smiling at him, she toyed with the red silk ribbon on the top. "I had to get you up here some how McGee. You weren't being real corporative." She took a few steps and enclosed the gap between them.

Tim blinked a few times as he stammered for words but only managed to say one thing. "Wow…"

"So does that mean you like it?" Abby asked taking the final steps between them, swinging her leg over his lap, she sat down facing him.

"I uhm, I uh…Abby's it's really late. I should probably get go-" he was cut off as her lips pressed against his hard.

"I think you should stay." She spoke in a s seductive voice, after breaking the kiss. "Please."

Tim looked back at her. "Abby I don't know, I mean…"

"I never stopped liking you Tim, I always have, and I want us…I want it to be like it was. I missed that. I miss you, I miss us Tim. I want to be us again."

"Abby you know we can't do that. Gibbs'-"

"I know rule number 12 never date a co-worker. But…" she thought back to what Katrina had said in her lab and smile swept across her face. "We aren't really co-workers."

"Huh?" Tim was confused.

"We aren't really co-workers." she slid off his lap and started to pace back and fourth, making a list on her fingers. "See we just work in the same building. You're an NCIS agent…"

Tim watched her walk back and fourth and swore she was going to wear a hole into her floor.

"I am a Forensic scientist who just happens to work in the same building, so really we aren't co-workers. I mean just because we work in the same building doesn't mean we are co-"

"Abby." Tim smiled and took her by her arms in the middle of her pacing. "Abby," he didn't stop smiling as he leaned in for a kiss. "It's ok, it's ok. I get it." He did like her, and he always had. Tim really never could figure out why they broke up, but if she was willing to give it another try he wasn't going to say no.

Abby deepened the kiss, pulling Tim closer to him as she lead him to her sofa and pulled him down on top of her. Not breaking the kiss she started to unbutton his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Soon his pants and boxers followed. It was close to 1a.m. but neither of them would be sleeping tonight, and for once Tim didn't care.

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"So…" Katrina was sitting in the lab with Abby. "Was that all that happened?" She asked in an eager tone.

"Well yeah, I am not giving you the play by play if that's what you're asking." She turned around and faced Kat frowning. "That really looks like it hurts."

"Ew, God now. That's gross. So then I take it you two are like a couple now or somethin'?" Katrina shook her head. "It's really worse than it looks I swear."

"You should have Ducky take a look at that."

"Have Ducky take a look at what?" Gibbs asked walking into the lab.

"Kat's black eye. She got it playing basketball at the firehouse."

Gibbs stopped and looked at Katrina's eye saying nothing.

"An elbow made contact with my face an' my face lost." She joked. "One of the guys went up for a jump shot an' on his way down, BAM!" She laughed nervously.

Gibbs peered at the black eye a little closer. "Abby's right, you should let Ducky take a look at that."

"It's jus' a black eye. Isn't my first an' I doubt it will be my last."

"You really don't have an option Anderson." Gibbs said in a firm voice. "This way."

Kat sighed a bit, "I'll see you later ok, and maybe we can have lunch together?"

"Yeah that sounds good, sorry about your eye." Abby spoke in an apologetic voice.

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Ducky leaned in closer and pressed gently on Katrina's eye socket. "Playing basketball huh?"

Katrina winced as he pressed down. "Yeah the guys wanted to have a three-on-three game. I really wanted to get home, but it's hard to play three-on-three with five players. Plus they looked really sad an' pathetic when they were beggin' me, I couldn't say no."

Ducky cracked a small smile. "Well nothing looks broken, and there doesn't appear to be any damage to the retina. Just put some ice on it for the swelling, and take some aspirin for the pain. You'll be fine my dear girl. I do not suggest that you play any basketball for a few days though."

"Thanks Dr. Mallard." She smiled back at him. "A'd don't worry I won't be playing basketball in time soon. My days of pretending to be like Mike," she used air quotes around like Mike, "are done. It's a little too much for me." She turned to Gibbs. "May I go now agent Gibbs?"

Gibbs nodded. "Sure." He started to follow her out the door when Ducky called for him.

"Jethro, may I have a word with you?"

Katrina stopped and turned towards Gibbs.

"I'll meet you upstairs." He nodded his head towards her.

"No problem." She smiled and walked away through the automatic doors.

Ducky waited until he knew Katrina was gone. "I don't think she got that black eye playing basketball, Jethro. Someone hit her, and whoever hit her; they hit her hard."

"Are you sure Ducky?" Gibbs voice didn't waver, but he was definitely worried. He wasn't going to just sit back and allow a man to hit a woman, especially a woman who was working for his team.

"I am almost positive. There was a slight impression, a marking of sorts, below her eyes right on the bone. I could only make 'out of 1999'. It looked to be that of class ring. A male's class ring. Whoever did this to Katrina, was wearing a ring. She got very lucky that nothing was broken and no serious damage was done to her eye."

Gibbs took a sip of his coffee. He could feel his blood boiling. He was beyond pissed.

"The way she was acting, I am sure this isn't the first time that someone has hit her."

"Thanks Duck." he said with a firm nod and headed towards the elevator.

Katrina walked into the bullpen and smiled at McGee. "Mornin' McGee."

"Ouch your eye." He commented making a slight worried face. "it looks really painful."

McGee's word's caught Tony' attention. "Whoa who'd you piss off Sparky?" He asked popping a corn chip into his mouth. "Did you forget to take out the trash and the boy toy beat you around a bit?" He smirked laughing a bit.

"Yeah I was playing basketball at the firehouse and took an elbow to the eye. No big deal." Suddenly her body language changed and she shot Tony a hard stare. "Shut the hell up DiNozzo!" She shook her head. "Listen," her voice was suddenly cold and distant, "tell Gibbs I will be back in ten minuets, I'm gunna go across the street, and get some coffee." Without another word she was gone.

"Where is she?" Gibbs asked walking off the elevator and into the bullpen.

"Ziva?" DiNozzo asked. "Stuck on the beltway, there was a pile up." She had really gone home to shower and was running late.

"Not Ziva! Katrina! Where is Katrina?"

"She went across the street to get some coffee Boss, that's a pretty nasty black eye she had there, musta been some hell of a basketball game." DiNozzo looked up at Gibbs as he spoke.

"It wasn't from a basketball game DiNozzo, someone hit her." He replied turning around and heading back towards the elevator.

"Damn it!" Tony said slamming his fist on his desk. "Me and my big mouth." He gave himself his own Gibbs slap. "I REALLY need to think before I speak."

"You didn't mean it Tony, sure it was a stupid comment, but you didn't mean it. I am sure Kat would understand." McGee was trying to reason with him.

"I should have known Probie. I've seen it before, I should have known better."

"Everyone makes mistakes, it's really not a big deal."

Tony stared at McGee, "last time I made a mistake like that, some guy beat his wife to death in front of their 5-year-old kid; so yeah McGee it is a big deal. I won't be making that mistake again."

McGee didn't even know what to say to Tony, all that he knew was that he was now worried for Kat.