Ziva awoke to the feeling of warm sun against her face and warmth surrounding her body. She groaned as she squeezed her eyes tighter together, silently praying that sleep would come back to her, that she would be able to go back into the dream of her and Tony passionately making hot and sweaty love on the bed. She turned her head and ran into his chest before her heart started accelerating to a thousand times a minute.

That wasn't a dream…

She bolted out of bed, stark naked, and grabbed a shirt out of what she thought was her suitcase when it was actually Tony's. She pulled it over her head as she quickly moved out of the bedroom and ran smack into Gibbs' chest. Startled, she stumbled back and looked up, pushing a curl that fell in front of her face away, "Morning, Gibbs." She nodded, looking up at him and trying not to act nervous, or like she just had sex with her partner.

"Is Tony okay?"

"Yes, Gibbs, he is." Ziva said as he started to try to move past her to walk into the room. She moved in front of him to block him, "He is still asleep." He tried to move past her again, but she moved in front of him…again. She finally put her hand up to stop him, "Gibbs Tony is a rather light sleeper, and I think he needs his rest. He was having a…bad dream last night." Lie. She angrily thought to herself, "Breakfast, yes?" She asked as Gibbs just stared at her. She wanted to break, right then, right now, but she knew that she couldn't. She just gave him a small, closed smile before pushing past him and starting down the stairs. She started into the kitchen, stopping in the doorway to say, "Good Morning!"

Everyone turned to look at her, taking in her appearance. She honestly didn't know what she looked like, and she honestly didn't want to know. However, based on the looks of Jack's, Abby's, and McGee's faces, she knew that she really didn't want to know. Abby looked up and let her jaw drop to the ground, McGee, who was chewing a piece of toast dropped his jaw as well, the half-chewed food in his mouth. Jack turned from the stove, where he was finishing up the eggs, the frying pan in one hand, letting his mouth drop a little and then smiling at her, "Ziva….you did not!" Abby suddenly exclaimed and Ziva shrugged her shoulders.

"What?" she asked.

"You look like you were just run over!" She giggled.

"….Why are you wearing Tony's shirt?" McGee questioned, and she looked down and noticed that the shirt she had randomly grabbed was his gray Ohio State shirt.

"Well, it doesn't matter." Jack said as he turned off the stove and put the eggs on a plate, walking towards the table and setting them down before starting towards the coat rack and pulling off a simple black jacket, "Eggs are ready."

"Where'ya going?" Abby asked, "Jack?"

"To run the store. Today is Monday anyways."

"Do you need any help?" Abby asked, excitedly, jumping up and down.

"After noon, Abby." He smiled, and she huffed.

"But Jack….!" She whined, and he just smiled again.

"Uh…pretty pretty Ziva, you wouldn't mind helping out with the store this morning, would you?" He asked, and she stared at the food. She wasn't very hungry, and, to be honest, she didn't want to deal with being around Tony today, so she accepted. After sneaking up to her room and realizing that Tony was still asleep, she realized that it would be easy to change. She locked the door and sighed as she stood in front of the mirror. Besides her unusually poufy hair, she looked semi-normal. Tony was still snoring behind her, and she knew that he was still very much asleep.

She could even feel her body ache for Tony, and she knew that what she did last night was very wrong. Where was her brain? She took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then pulled the t-shirt over her head, throwing it onto the floor before letting her arms drop to her sides.

Open up your eyes, Ziva. You need to know what you need to wear today. You need to know. You need to know how amazing he made you feel. She took in a deep breath and then opened up her eyes before she backed away from the mirror, automatically, gripping the bedposts as she couldn't believe that the woman that was standing in front of her was actually her.

She was little red marks all up and down her body, especially on her neck and shoulders as well as her stomach and a little on her arms. Oh god… she thought as she hurriedly moved over to her suitcase and flung it open, pulling out a pair of cargo pants, a brown belt, underwear, a bra, and looking around for something, some kind of shirt that would cover up her marks. Any evidence that said that she slept with him. Unfortunately, she didn't have a turtleneck sweater, and the only thing that she packed that was relatively close was a striped sweater. Sighing she cursed in Hebrew before pulling on her sweater and then grabbing her scarf and pulling it around her neck, making sure to cover up the red marks before pulling on her coat and buttoning it up. She pulled her hair back into a bun onto the top of her head before turning around and staring at Tony.

He was lying on his stomach, half of the pillow off of the bed, his head lying on it, his mouth slightly open. One arm was off of the bed, and half of his leg was hanging of off of the bed as well. She sighed and walked over to him slowly, staring down at him. She didn't want to deal with him today, she didn't want to deal with the unexplainable sexual tension that would surround them in a cloud today. Slowly, she bent down and gave him the lightest kiss on the cheek before she started out of the room and down the stairs where Jack was waiting. He opened up the door for her and she smiled at him.

"Thank you, Jack." She said as she stepped out into the cold. Jack closed the door behind him as he joined her and their walk to the store, "I see that you fixed the door." She said, smiling a little.

"Yep. Got Leroy to get up there and put new hinges on it. Just like new. Leroy's a good little builder, that boy is."

She smiled as she looked down at her feet, watching her shoes dig into the white snow below, "Yes, Gibbs is."

"Did you sleep well last night?" She suddenly snapped her head up to him and stared at him as if he knew something. As if he knew that she slept with Tony.

"Uh…yes, I did. Thank you."

"Good. I was afraid you were gonna get too cold." He said, "I mean, with the door busted and all." I wasn't too cold…nope, I had Tony's sweat to warm up my body. She inwardly shuddered. She had given in so quickly to him… "Something on your mind, Ziva?" He asked as he fumbled for his keys in his pocket before unlocking the back door and letting her in.

"Nothing, Jack." She replied, "I was fine last night."

"Good. Well I just got a new shipment of cans today, which need to be marked, you wanna help me do that?"

"Sure." She nodded, "Where are the cans?"

"In the backroom. I'll go get 'em for ya. In the meantime, just sit tight out here." He said before disappearing through a door that Ziva didn't know. She walked over and flicked on the lights before walking over to his wall of photos. There were some of Leroy and his Dad catching fish, however, there was one in particular that caught her eye. There were two boys, around the age of fifteen, maybe sixteen, who were grinning next to a flashy car. One of them she recognized as Leroy, but the other she didn't. He was very similar to Gibbs, except maybe a little younger, about one, maybe two years younger, his eyes, like Gibbs, the most striking feature on him. She heard the door reopen and Jack stepped out, smiling to himself as he set down the box of cans and a strange object that Ziva didn't know on top of it on the counter.

"Jack?" She asked.

"Yeah, Ziva?"

She pointed to the picture, "Where was this taken?"

He walked over to her and nodded, "Oh. Just on this street here, actually. Some famous race car driver or somethin' came by with that fancy car of his and Leroy wanted to take a picture with that car so badly…"

"Who is the other man?"

"Oh." He said, sighing, and Ziva noticed the look of pain that crossed through the old man's face. She recognized it instantly, her father often showed that look, Gibbs often showed that look, especially Tony showed that look. The look that shows that you really don't want to talk about something; too many painful memories. He looked down, "That's Leroy's brother." He mumbled before walking around the counter, brushing past Ziva and slipping his key into the cash register.

She furrowed her eyebrows together, "Gibbs does not have a brother!" She exclaimed, and then paused for a moment, and she realized that Jack didn't want to talk about it, "That he has mentioned." She said, quietly, adding on, "What was he like?" She knew she shouldn't pry, but she wanted to know.

"He and Leroy were pretty much best friends. Look, I don't want to talk about this."

"Why not?" She asked, and she mentally slapped herself. Idiot. Why are you pursuing this?

"Well," he said, not looking up at her, "I don't ask you about your relationship with Tony, do I?"

She seemed shocked by that, and she backed up, "What do you mean?" She asked, and Jack laughed as he looked up at her, his laughter almost calming her before she was thrown into mess again.

"Ziva, we know that you two had sex last night. I mean, between the moaning and the groaning and the screaming, and the squeaking of the hinges on that damn bed, it was a wonder that the police didn't come to arrest you two of 'disrupting the neighborhood'!"

By the way...Gibbs really does have a dead brother! : ) It's supposed to be revealed as to how he died and who he was in 'Broken Bird' : ) I can't wait! Review?