Okay so I realize now after watching Broken Bird that Gibbs doesn't have a dead brother…my bad. I read the promo wrong. BUT! In this story, Gibbs does have a dead brother. I will name him later. Enjoy and sorry for the long wait!

Tony DiNozzo had been more than happy with the outcome of the past evening. He could almost feel her still on top of him, her body moving with him, his lips against hers….he groaned, completely aroused and flipped over, so that he was on his back instead of on his stomach. The warm sun was shining through the window and he could feel the heat on his lower abdomen…which wasn't helping at all.

"Ziva…" He groaned, turning his head and nuzzling around, searching for her. He wanted to feel her, her beautiful curls against his face…he moved closer, still not being able to locate her. He moved a little bit more before his body collided with the hardwood floor in one loud boom, the covers that were wrapped around his naked body with falling with him, "Aw damn it!" He cursed loudly, his voice booming off of the walls in the house before he started to stand up when he fell back down again. He shoved his arms and legs every which way, but the sheet kept getting stuck before he finally made it to his feet, after running into the bed and the wall multiple times in a row.

Abby, who was still eating her breakfast downstairs, looked up at the ceiling before sharing a concerned look with McGee and then turning to Leroy, "Gibbs." She said, but he didn't answer, he just sipped his coffee and turned a page in his newspaper as if nothing had happened, "Gibbs." She said again, and he still remained unfazed, "Gibbs," She persisted, poking his newspaper loudly.

He groaned, "What, Abs?"

"You think Tony's okay?"

"It's DiNozzo. Is he ever okay?" He smirked before Abby groaned.

"Well I'm going to go and see if he's all right." She said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

"Yeah uh…" McGee said as he stared after Abby, who shared another look with him as she started up the stairs, "I'm going with her."

"Go." Gibbs said one word as he took a sip of his coffee. McGee hurried out of the kitchen and followed Abby up the stairs. They got to the top before Tony and Ziva's bedroom door quickly opened up, DiNozzo falling out in the process, half dressed and sporting a horrible case of bed head. He stopped short when he noticed McGee and Abby standing there, staring at him peculiarly. The white sheet was in a pool at his feet, and their bedroom smelled deeply of sex.

"Morning, Tony." McGee smiled, "Whatcha doing?"

"I was tryin' to sleep. Fell out of bed. Where's Ziva?" He cursed himself mentally for her name being the first thing out of his mouth.

"She went with Jack to help out at the store today." Abby smiled, bouncing back and forth, "Why?" She asked, smiling larger.

"Just wonderin'. She's my partner. Now move, Probieson. I gotta take a shower." He muttered before cutting through the two, brushing against each of their shoulders and heading towards the bathroom. He closed the door and Abby fanned her nose, smiling still as they stared after Tony DiNozzo.

"You smell that?" Abby asked, and McGee shook his head. She rolled her eyes, "Timmy!" She exclaimed as she grabbed his arm and pulled him over to Tony's room, opening up the door and nearly shoving him in. His face started to scrunch up.

"What is that smell?" He coughed, quickly stepping out of the bedroom.

"Aw, come on, Tim! Tell me that you've smelled that smell before."

"I don't understand…Abby, tell me!" He demanded, and she moved her lips close to his ear, her warm breath tickling him.

"That, dear Timothy McGee, is the smell of sex." She smiled before skipping merrily into their room, humming a tune as well. McGee stood rooted in the same place, unable to understand what he had just heard from the forensic scientist.

"Oh Tony and Ziva didn't…" He trailed off, talking to himself now before he stuck his head in and sniffed again. He shied away from the smell and then shook his head, staring at the bathroom door that was closed, "They did…not...did they?"

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Ziva finished shelving another box of cans. Jack was sweeping the floor, getting ready for opening when the door to the store opened. Jack spun around, "Hey! You can't-" He started but then realized it was only Jethro, "Oh. It's just Leroy."

He just gave a half-smile as he closed the door, "Morning, Ziva." Gibbs nodded.

"Morning Gibbs." She breathed, trying to act normally, but how come her heart beat uncontrollably around Gibbs now? It was almost as if she was afraid now that she slept with Tony that she was going to get caught.

"So Dad," Leroy said, leaning up against the counter, "You need any extra hands around here today?"

"Could always use extra hands, "He shrugged, and Gibbs nodded, giving a half-smile before standing to his full height again, not leaning up against the counter as he was before.

"Great. When DiNozzo's finished with his shower, I'll send him over." He glanced at Ziva for one moment and could immediately notice the pure terror that went through her face at the mention of her partner. He knew something had happened, and if something did happen, they'd have to figure it out themselves…deal with it. Ziva pretended to look busy with something when she realized that she wasn't going to be able to face her partner. At least not today…or tomorrow…she quickly turned around. She needed something, but she couldn't figure out what it was, "Something the matter, Officer David?" He questioned, feigning the fact that he didn't know that something was going on. What it was, he honestly didn't know. Did he want to know? Yeah. Was he going to regret knowing when he found out? Probably.

"Nothing's wrong Gibbs." She said, quickly, before turning back around and starting towards the supply closet, "I will find more cans!" She called.

"But Ziva we don't need any-" Jack started, but was cut off by a slamming of the supply closet door, "…More." He ended his sentence, sharing a look with his son, who just gave him a half-smile and then started towards the back door.

"I'll get DiNozzo down here. He should be done with his shower by now." He said as he left the store.

"Ziva?" Jack asked once he was sure that Leroy couldn't hear them with his bat hearing. He started towards the door, "Ziva, you okay?" No answer. He walked closer, figuring that she couldn't hear him, "Ziva?" The door suddenly burst back open and Ziva appeared with a box of cans. She scurried past Jack and then started pricing them before shelving them. Jack watched her work quickly, and then scratched his head, "You okay?"

"Fine." She quickly said, almost too quickly. She continued to stack, and he shrugged his shoulders before grabbing the handle to the broom again and starting to sweep up the floor.

That was not supposed to happen, she wasn't supposed to have felt that good, she wasn't supposed to have given her body away to him. To Tony DiNozzo, lord of commitment failure. He was so scared of commitment, it almost scared her. But he had just felt so right…him inside of her….his body against hers…her lips against his…his sweat mixed with hers…she didn't understand. How could something so wrong feel so right? And how could she have given in so quickly? She had just let him have her…without a fight! Without even a little argument! She just ripped off his shirt and let him take her, right there. She hated herself for it.

The door opened, the bell ringing, rebounding through her skull, announcing his arrival. She didn't dare look up, but she knew that she had to. Sometime. Just not right now.

"Hey, Jack." He said, his voice suddenly changing into a murmur. She remembered that voice vibrating against the side of her face, causing immense pleasure and a moan. "Zeeevahh…." She loved the way he stretched out her name, "Gibbs said you needed help."

"Yeah, sure. Help her shelve cans."

Oh no, he was coming this way. She needed to act normal. He stopped in front of her, and she looked up at him. His hair was wet, no products at all, just natural. He was wearing jeans and a white button-up dress shirt, and he looked dashing. Handsome. Sexy. Hot. He leaned up against the side of the rack she was at, one elbow on a shelf, the other hand on his hip, "Hey, Ziva." He said, and he flashed her one of those famous DiNozzo smiles.

She had let him take her last night. She had let him make her feel that good inside. Better than she'd ever felt in her life.

How could she have made such a mistake?