Jen sat in silence as she waited for the door bell to ring, Ziva was at her side, running her thumbs over Jens hand.

"You think this is a good idea?" Jen asked for reassurance.

Ziva shrugged her shoulders and closed her eyes for a moment. "I'm not very sure, Gibbs is a very complicated man," Ziva said and Jen agreed. She was right; Gibbs was a very, very complicated man. Sometimes too complicated, and maybe that was what attracted Jen to the man in the first place?

The knock on the door seemed louder, it seemed more important. Jen and Ziva exchanged worried and plain glances before they both got up to answer the door together.

"Jethro" Jen said, just like she did when he pushed his way into her office at work.

He gave a simple nod to them both and made his way to Jen's kitchen. A surge of jealousy powered its way through Ziva as she watched Gibbs walk through her lover's apartment with incredible ease, she took Jen's had in her own to show herself who was with Jen now.

Jen looked at Ziva and squeezed her hand "Ziva?" she whispered her tone a little high pitched. She was asking a one-word question.

Ziva rolled her eyes "I'm fine with it, honest!" she said, her voice a little louder than it should have been.

Gibbs looked at the two from the sofa, he couldn't deny that the two made a very sexy couple, and he could deny that he was extremely jealous either. Jen and Ziva walked towards him and sat down on the sofa opposite him, the silence getting more and more awkward, someone needed to pipe up and say something a bit rapid or he would head for the door and drown in sawdust and a dim light.

"Well we can't really talk about work!" Ziva began with an out of character chuckle.

Jen backed her up and nodded. Then it happened, she silently and absent-mindedly locked eyes with the almighty Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

It was like a staring contest, Jen's glare was Just as fierce as his was. Ziva watched in hope that what she had with Jen wouldn't crumble. She had to say something.

"Gibbs, what is you're problem?" she blurted out, completely honestly.

Gibbs broke the contest and looked across to a obviously pissed off Ziva.

"What?" he said, putting on the defense.

Ziva stood up and walked over to him, her eyes portraying her anger.

"This! You've warned us, why cant you just leave it alone?" Ziva shouted, forgetting everything else and focusing on the fear of losing Jen to Gibbs.

Jen was shocked to see Ziva lose her temper at someone she had built so much trust with, she had killed someone close to her for this gray haired man, and now he was the object of her silent fear.

Gibbs was equally shocked, and it was strange for a man like himself to be shocked. But it didn't mean he was going to answer her question. So he sat in the silence, which fitted him nicely like a glove.

Ziva's eyes were still wide and her body was still frustrated. Her arms were still fixed in the air. She had given up; he wasn't going to say anything, so she retreated back to sitting next to Jen, resting her head on her shoulder. Not giving a damn if it was like her or not.

Gibbs got up and looked at the two. "I'm sorry" he whispered and left, the door slamming as he did so.

Jen and Ziva looked at each other. "Did he just?" Ziva asked, for all the time she had known Gibbs, and read his files. He had never seemed like one to say sorry! Heck, he would tell McGee off if he had ever said the word.

Jen nodded and shivered "Then this is getting to him a lot more than we thought it was" Jen said and brushed her fingers against Ziva's cheek, before placing a feather light kiss on her lips.

"I love you," she whispered. Doing everything in her power to reassure the Israeli that she wouldn't be going anywhere.

Ziva smiled softly and returned the kiss with more power and passion, leaning over Jen, her brown hair draping down and onto Jen. Jen broke the kiss for a second. She just wanted to look at the brown haired beauty in front of her, truth be told. She felt like the luckiest women alive when she was with this woman.

All her worries and fears seemed to be put into a box that could never be opened until she left.

Ziva looked at her lover. "You're worried, yes?" she asked, sitting on Jen's lap.

Jen nodded "The man cant handle himself Ziva, he lied to me about-" Jen stopped, no matter how much she told herself it didn't matter. It still did, Jethro never bothered telling her about his wife and daughter. Just because they were dead, it still mattered.

Ziva tilted her head. "What Jen?" Ziva asked, right now she was sick of secrets and she was too tired to go to sleep worried.

Jen shook her head and rolled Ziva over to the side so she could get up. "You're staying tonight?" Jen asked, doing everything to try and redirect the conversation.

Ziva grinned and got up. "Yes. And don't bother trying to change the subject Jennifer" Ziva teased, trying to turn this into something playful, easing the stress would be a good idea.

Jen giggled, she could see what Ziva was doing. She walked towards her room and got out a pair of shorts and a vest top, she walked out to the living room and began to undress. Automatically catching Ziva's attention.

Ziva stared, her mouth open slightly. Jen giggled and kicked off her shoes.

"Enjoying the show I see" Jen asked, whilst she unhooked her bra.

Ziva grinned faintly and shuffled so she was leaning forward on the sofa.

"Mhmm" she mumbled lazily, as she got up and unwillingly left the very entertaining show to seek out something to wear for the night.

The room was cold, Jen was holding on tightly to Ziva. It was perfect, Jen had forgotten about the days stress, being so close to the woman she loved did that to her. She smiled, and prayed that sleep would take over her soon.

And there we have it! Chapter 7 all done and ready to read, I'm not sure when I will be thinking about finishing this story or if the plot might change.. Hmm Ideas are very welcome! And I'd like to say a big thank you to all my reviewers, they help so much! So. Thank you!

Jodie xx