Chapter 7! Huzzah! And thank you so much Junee, Camry72, Gottahavemyncis for the reviews! As everyone knows, authors loooooove reviews. I'm no exception :) Some of the reviews have even helped influence where my stories go, so have at thee!

WARNING: Language, Sexual Situations. That's why this is rated 'M'.


Ziva was calming down. Maybe it was the cold air. Maybe it was the warm coffee in her hand. Or perhaps it was that the coffee shop where she'd gone was playing the same type of jazz that McGee loved. As she walked, she smiled to herself, remembering the drunk night so long ago. When she and McGee had first made love.

As it was in any new passionate night, the two had entangled softly, carefully even. As clothes had come off and they explored each others' bodies, there was no insecurity. Both Ziva and Tim separately had their share of lovers (Ziva more than McGee), but the first time with each other was something different than all the others from the past. They hadn't worried about how they looked, or what sounds they made, or even what they personally preferred in the bedroom. Their first time had been filled with utter and complete comfort and trust. And that's why Ziva knew it was right. And that's why she had been so mad.

She knew that the men that McGee was involved with, were the type that she had gratefully and thankfully left to the past. She did fear that he would become like them, but this was McGee. McGee would never change. But, as Ziva knew full well, when men and women entered the type of work that was indicative of Mossad and The Agency, they often changed drastically.

She made her way up the steps to the apartment, worried slightly about what she'd find. She knew McGee could handle stress, but from previous encounters, her boyfriend was terrified when she was upset. It wasn't a 'whipped' type of fear, but a genuine guilt for upsetting his goddess. Truth be told, when Ziva was in the wrong, McGee told her so. Maybe that was what made this relationship so unique. All others who even had hunch of her past life, would fall, tail between their legs, at her anger. But not McGee. He knew who Ziva really was; a woman who wanted love, past life aside.

As she opened the door, she smiled at what she saw. McGee was still in the same spot he had been when she left. His face was in his hands as he sat on the couch. He turned slightly upon hearing her, and he frowned.

"Hey." he whispered.

"Hi." She replied, and moved over to the couch, took a seat against him, and curled up against his chest. He sighed deeply as he wrapped his arms about her. He kissed her cheek gingerly and whispered a sincere apology in her ear. She nodded.

"I am still a bit frustrated." She confessed. He nodded against her hair.

"But, I had some time to think about it. And I understand. Tony and Gibbs… and even I have put you down over the years. Tony and Gibbs are… what they like to think as the alpha-males of NCIS, no? They've never given you the full credit that you deserve, or allowed you to show how brave and… masculine you can be. I understand. But I want you to know, that you do not need to prove anything to me, yes? I've known you for years, Tim. I love you for who you are. If I wanted something other than what you are, we would not be together. But I want you, and only you. I know people may see you as the computer nerd, but that does not matter to me. I know what... who you are, and I want that." She turned to kiss him.

McGee kissed back, breathing a sigh of relief. How, on God's green earth, did this happen? She's amazing.

"But, McGee." She pulled away to look at him, a stern expression on her face. McGee gulped.

"Just because I have forgiven you, does not mean I will not punish you." She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

"Oooooh reeeaallly?" he replied as he pinched her butt. She gave out a little yelp, then pulled him to his feet as she led him to the bedroom.

"But remember, I am still frustrated with you. So it may be a little… rough wake up sex." she squeezed his hand as she pushed him onto the bed.

"Make up sex, Ziva. Make up-" He was shut up by Ziva throwing her shirt in his face. He grinned like a fool, but was still a bit worried about the toll that Ziva David frustrated make up sex would cause on his body.


"I think I pulled a muscle."

McGee spoke quietly as he looked at the scratches that Ziva had left on his chest. He shook his head as his lover snored quietly beside him. It was mid afternoon already, and he watched as snow continued to fall outside the window. I swear to god she almost drew blood. McGee softly ran his fingers over the deep red marks on his chest from Ziva's 'frustrated' clawing. And I think I'm going to have bruises. Ziva stirred, and they locked eyes. She blushed sheepishly as she saw the scratches she had made on his skin. He just shrugged.

"I think… we should get in more arguments." he joked, and she hit his arm, then snuggled in closer to him.

"What do you want to do today, McGee?"

"Well, David, I think I just want to spend time with you. We could stay in, maybe watch a movie, just hang out you know? Or I could get you mad. And then we could-."

She pressed her mouth to his to quiet him.

"I do not want to be mad at you again. But… with how… amazing that was, maybe I'll just pretend to be mad sometimes. Or get mad about something else, and take it out on your-"

"So how does coffee sound!" He cut her off, and she giggled, holding onto him as he slid out of bed. She let her arms flop onto the mattress as she watched his bare chiseled physique head out to the kitchen. You did good, Ziva. You did good.

The rest of the day and evening was spent in a very uneventful fashion. Uneventful, but not without passion or joy. They laughed together. Even cried a once or twice (though Ziva would never admit that). They teased each other, and at one point, Ziva chased McGee around the couch with one of her knives as he laughed. But in the end, as the moon rose into finally clear skies, they sat cuddled on the couch, jazz flowing in passionate ebbs and flows, their forms wrapped intricately about the other as they simply were. The candlelight cast smooth tones upon them, their only focus was the other. And all was perfect.

Because they both, with unspoken words, understood that come a week from now, McGee may not be coming back.


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