"You know we could write our own" Tony said suggestively, waggling his eyebrows. "Help McGee out. Agents Tommy and Lisa. One floor below. At the same time as Tibbs and Astrid. In a storage closet? Or maybe in the evidence garage?"

Ziva sighed.

"Maybe it's about time, I just - give in."

Tony straightened up a little.

"And by give in, you mean?"

"Letting loose. Doing what comes naturally to me."

"Yeah I thought I was picking up that vibe the first time we went undercover together."

"You were. In fact I almost did it the first night in the hotel."

"Um, really?

"But my father wouldn't approve."

"Because I'm not .. Jewish."

"Because he gets very angry when I KILL a coworker! And you are walking the path, Tony."

"But this is killing me" Tony whined as he looked back at the paper in his hands.

"If you do not shut up Tony, I will be the one killing you" Ziva said.

"What runs through your veins Zee-vah? It can't be blood because this is sizzling."

Ziva rose from her desk and plucked the piece of paper from his hands.

"This ends right now."

"Hey!" Tony said, lunging for it as she tried to tear it up.

"It is porn. Very very bad porn."

"You obviously have not watched or read any porn if you think this is porn."

"I have a life, Tony" she said as she rolled her eyes. "And I will not sit here any longer and listen to you read that .. thing one more time."

"But aren't you even the least bit curious?"

Ziva shook her head as she walked back to her desk.

"It is a piece of fiction, Tony."

"Doesn't mean she couldn't be right."

"She is fantasising."

"And I'm asking you to do the same. I want the woman's perspective."

"I am not fantasising about Gibbs. And I can not see Gibbs behaving like Tibbs. Nor can I see him saying the things he says in .. this."

"You can't see him saying things like this? You have been fantasising about Gibbs."

Ziva rolled her eyes.

"What I mean is that Tibbs is passive here. I do not imagine Gibbs to be passive in bed."

Tony looked at the paper.

"Tibbs is not passive" he said indignantly. "Astrid is being ... forward. She's reacting to his .. his ... obvious virility."

"Oh please .." Ziva said, covering her eyes.

"So how do you think he likes it?" Tony persisted.

Ziva wagged her index finger once.

"We are not discussing what Gibbs may or may not like doing when he is with a woman."

"Why not?"

"Becuase it is a violation of his privacy."

"It's never stopped us speculating about McGee's sex life."

"True."

"So you don't think Gibbs would respond to something like this make love to me like you've never made love to a woman?"

"Would you?"

"We are not talking about me, Zee-vah."

"You can delude yourself if you so wish. It is very clear to me that you are using this as your yardstick, knowing that Gibbs was the role model. You may have slept with women who flattered you that way. Gibbs would never find himself in that kind of a situation."

"You think Gibbs wouldn't have spur-of-the-moment hot monkey sex?"

"Which part of we are not discussing Gibbs' sex life did you not get" Ziva asked in frustration.

"Do you think he's more stoic than Tibbs?"

Ziva growled and held up a paperclip.

"Eighteen different ways, Tony" she threatened.

"So you think he likes to be in control all the time ..."

Ziva picked up the phone and dialled a number, keeping her eyes on him at all times – a smile playing on her lips.

"I'll see you in five minutes" she said sweetly.

"You're going to lunch?" he asked as she rose from her chair and grabbed her bag and coat.

"Yes" she said. "I am going to give you something else to think about. Something which is not as annoying as your sexual insecurities but will give you many hours of fantasising pleasure."

"Pray tell .."

"I'm having lunch with Hannah."

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"Mmmm .."

Gibbs smiled as the woman lying on her stomach beside him reacted to the feel of his hand trailing up her thigh and rounding her back. He replaced his hands with his mouth and she moaned against the pillow.

"Not done here" he whispered, stopping her as she tried to roll over onto her back.

Jen felt him press soft kisses to her shoulder blades before laving the area between them and then moving to nibble the base of her neck. When she made no more efforts to turn over, he angled her slightly. She heard him whisper something into her ear that she couldn't make out, because the sensation of callused hands sliding onto her hips and pulling her back against him obliterated everything else. He caressed her stomach as he pressed his lips to the side of her neck. But this time he dragged them up and down, leaving a trail of moisture behind. Instinctively she pushed back, her body pressing into him in a way that encouraged the hand at her waist to meander its way upwards. She gasped softly as it traversed her breasts before cupping one firmly and raising a nipple from the landscape.

"Jeth ..."

She turned her head towards him, looking for something, anything, to latch onto – but he didn't give her the leverage she needed to be able to kiss him properly. She sucked in a breath as his hand moved again; insinuating itself between her legs. Spreading her. Gyrating around her clit and keeping her firmly in place. It took her a moment to realise that the lips at her neck and the fingers wreaking havoc on her senses were keeping the same rhythm; but as those fingers made the internal pressure rise a notch she let go of that thought as well.

"That feel good?" he asked as her head fell back against him.

"Mmhmm .." she responded. "But I know what would be better ..."

Gibbs lowered his ear to her mouth and smirked against her cheek a few moments later. He flipped her back onto her stomach and stretched himself over her for a second – his lips finding a spot he'd discovered to be sensitive during their lovemaking the night before. She purred as he rubbed against her, and he was still nibbling at her jaw when he pulled her up onto her knees and slipped into her from behind. He wasn't sure whether it was the sounds she was making as he made a few lazy thrusts, or whether it was the inherent tightness, but it wasn't long before he felt his control being compromised. He withdrew far enough to apply pressure to his base, and dropped his face into the crook of her neck – seeking diversion amidst the reprieve. But Jen reached round for his hand and pulled it where she wanted it. Forcing their bodies back into their snug fit. She splayed her hand over his; guiding it, making it do her bidding.

"Jenny .." Gibbs moaned against her skin, the pressure within increasing exponentially as he felt the first flutterings of her contractions around him.

Her only response was to push herself back against him a little more forcefully – leaving him no choice but to grip her hips roughly and bring them both over the edge in a carnal blaze of ferocity and heat.

He lowered them both and turned her over gently. He pushed her hair out of her face; nuzzling her cheek with his nose before lowering his mouth to hers and kissing her. Jen raised a hand to his face and stroked his cheek when he lifted his head and looked at her. She opened her mouth to speak but Gibbs placed a finger on her lips and shook his head. He smiled and turned her back onto her side. He pulled the covers up over both of them, and spooned up behind her. He dropped a kiss to the side of her neck before tracing the lines of a square inbetween her shoulder blades.

"This mean anything?" he asked after a moment.

Jen drew a deep breath.

"My failures" she said slowly, surprised he had drawn it from her. She'd always lied to men before. "Losses on the job. People I failed to save."

"What's the heart?" he asked, pressing his lips to it.

Jen took a deep breath.

"Caroline Whidbey's nephew."

Gibbs tightened his hold on her and drew her closer. Was surprised when she turned in his arms and buried her face in his chest.

"Jenny ..."

"Just hold me" she said.

The stillness of the moment was shattered by his cell phone going off. Only disengaging himself slightly, he reached over and picked it off the bedside table.

"Yeah .. Gibbs."

He sat up as he listened, his face turning serious.

"What is it?" Jenny asked when he snapped his phone shut.

"Metro PD's found Melanie Murphy."