Gibbs/Ziva fic: Morning Routine

Humour/Romance

M Rating

Hehe Eli next! This chap is for Ishty... because I said so and for Zivacentric... she knows why *grins*

Jackson

Jackson Gibbs walked into NCIS with his bag, his son didn't know it yet, but he would be staying with him for a few days. The three younger agents looked up and grinned.

'' Hey! It's Boss Senior.'' said Tony, Jackson chuckled and Ziva got up out of her chair to meet him.

'' And it's...'Bubblebutt' I believe my son referred to you as.'' Tony grinned again and McGee laughed.

'' Hello Jackson.'' said Ziva. Jackson deposited his bag and pulled the Israeli into a hug.

'' Hello sweetheart.'' Gibbs looked up from his computer.

'' Hey Dad.'' Jacson let go of Ziva and took her chair as she offered it.

'' Son-'' Gibbs stood.

'' Dad, what are you doing here?'' Ziva watched the exchange between the two Gibbs', she loved Jethro yet she was incredibly fond of Jackson. She hoped Gibbs didn't hurt the older mans feelings.

'' I would stay with you a few days. That is, if you didn't mind.'' Gibbs was about to reply when he saw Ziva glaring at him, she'd never forgive him if he said no.

'' Sure, that's if you don't mind hanging around for a few hours.'' Jackson shook his head.

'' Not at all.'' Ziva smiled at Gibbs.

'' Coffee Jackson?'' The elder Gibbs looked at her.

'' Yes please sweetheart.'' Ziva giggled and Gibbs rolled his eyes. Ziva nodded and grabbed her jacket.

'' Black, two sugars.'' called Jackson. Gibbs shook his head and followed Ziva, but not before shooting a warning glare at his two male agents- if his dad was going to find out about him and Ziva, he'd be the one to tell him.

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'' You trying to get into my Dad's good books, you little suck up?'' asked Gibbs as the elevator began it's descent. Ziva chuckled.

'' No, I am just being friendly... Jealous?'' Gibbs scoffed.

'' No...'' Ziva flicked the switch and backed her lover into the corner.

'' So what is the problem?''

'' No problem.'' said Gibbs, Ziva rolled her eyes and she pressed herself flush against him, making him exhale shakily. Ziva rubbed her nose with his.

'' Want to try that again?'' she asked, resting her temple on his cheek.

'' What happened to our weekend of just us? Now we have Jackson to look after.'' They had literately been working cases back to back, without time to themselves. Needless to say Gibbs had snapped and demanded a weekend off, for rest and well, so he and Ziva could catch up, in more ways than one. The sexual frustration was driving them and everybody else mad, especially the Director, who had taken to hiding in her office when things got too bad.

'' Do not look at me,'' said Ziva moving back a little but still flush against him, ''I did not invite him, besides, he is your father Jethro. You cannot turn him away.'' Gibbs wrapped his arms around her waist and rest his chin on her head.

'' I know. Guess we'll wait-'' Ziva laughed, making Gibbs frown and pull his head back so he could see her.

'' Ok, try saying that again, I will not laugh.''

'' We'll wai-'' Ziva laughed again.

'' What Ziva?''

'' Please we are like hot dogs.'' Gibbs frowned again, until he realised what she was trying to say.

'' Randy dogs, you mean?'' Ziva waved it away.

'' Yes, that... It does not matter, the point is... we will not be able to stay away from each other.'' Gibbs kissed her forehead.

'' Really?'' Ziva laughed.

'' Yes, you are all over me like a dog is all over a bitch when it is in heat.'' complained Ziva, Gibbs chuckled.

'' You love it, me all over you, not leaving you alone...'' Gibbs trailed as he nipped her neck, making her moan.

'' Only if you are a good boy.'' said Ziva, ruffling his silver hair. Gibbs grinned then growled and attacked her neck and jawline, careful not to leave any hickies.

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Jackson's stay was almost over, he had enjoyed his few days in D.C. The days passed without any new stresses or bad events. He woke up every morning to the smell of coffee and the rhythmic sound of his son sanding in the basement. They went out, whether it was for a lunch in the café or a quick drink in the pub, he had spent time with his son, which was high on his list of priorities.

However Jackson noticed that as each night passed, the tension in his son grew. Did Jethro not want him there? No, he would have said by now, or at least as Jackson climbed the stairs to his room for the final time and Jethro went to the basement, Jackson was surprised to hear a 'g'night Dad' being uttered his way.

'' Night son.'' Jackson went into his room and sighed in content as the comfy bed he had just settled in encouraged a good night's sleep.

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Jackson jerked himself awake, he opened his eyes sleepily and was about to go back to sleep when he heard a low rumble which he identified as his son's voice.

'' Oh God, who could he talking to at this hour?'' he cursed to himself. He was surprised to hear a female voice reply to him. Jackson strained his old ears... luckily the walls weren't too thick, not that he was a gossip or anything.

'' I can't wait anymore-''

'' Jethro, your father is in the next room.''

'' Trust me, he'd dead to the world.'' Jackson heard a giggle.

'' You speak as if you have done this kind of thing before.''

'' Maybe... Ziver stop teasing me-'' Jackson spluttered and listened as the other two went silent.

His son with that gorgeous Israeli? He really was bloody charmed... then again, it must have been those blue eyes he passed onto him, that was partially why he won over Jethro's mother after all.

'' Is he alright?'' asked Ziva in a hushed voice.

'' Yeah...'' Jackson heard Ziva giggle then man. He heard the bed creak and then a pair of hands hit the wall. Jackson closed his eyes.

'' Hell no Leroy.'' he muttered, he heard another moan and was that material ripping?

'' Someone has been eating his vegetables.'' he heard Ziva laugh after a gentle thump on the floor, probably the piece of clothing he ripped from her.

'' Only 'cause you cook 'em... now shh! I gotta tell you something.''

'' What?''

'' I really, really, really want you.'' said Gibbs. Jackson rolled his eyes as Ziva giggled.

'' Do you now?''

'' Oh yeah.''

In Jackson's room, all that could be heard was wet kisses being plastered everywhere and anywhere and more pieces of clothing hitting the floor. All went quiet until he heard Ziva moan.

'' Jethro...''

'' Mmm?'' Jackson closed his eyes, trying to block out the noise.

'' Oh God...'' Gibbs chuckled then Ziva let out a long moan that ended with a high note. Jackson heard panting and more kisses.

'' That alright?''

'' Yes... Oh that was worth the wait.'' Jackson heard his son chuckle.

'' Wasn't it? And we aren't even finished yet.'' Jackson cursed under his breath.

'' I am glad... it is going to take more than your tongue to sort me out, I am not that easy.'' Gibbs chuckled and Jackson shook his head.

'' Jet?''

'' Hmm?''

'' Are you sure this is ok?''

'' No!'' thought Jackson.

'' 'Course it is, why?''

'' Because your father is in the next room and he might wake up.''

'' Too late sweetheart.'' thought Jackson. He heard the bed creak and a sigh.

'' Alright, I'll check.'' Jackson froze. What should he do? He heard his son walking across the floor and stopping outside his door. The door opened slowly and Jackson closed his eyes, he would have words tomorrow. He heard his son sigh and step into the room to pull up the covers around his dad before leaving, closing the door behind him.

'' Told you... out like a light.'' said Gibbs before closing his bedroom door behind him.

'' Actually you said 'dead to the world'.''

'' Same principle.'' The bed creaked and a kiss sounded. Jackson sighed, blocking out the noises.

'' Jethro?''

'' I know Ziver, we'll leave it. Your sanity is worrying me.'' A gentle slap echoed and then a chuckle.

'' Thanks.'' said Ziva. The bed creaked as, Jackson guessed, the two cuddled.

'' Ziver?''

'' What?'' Jackson smirked as she sounded annoyed.

'' I love you.'' Jackson could have sworn he felt his heart stop. Another kiss.

'' I love you too Jethro.''

'' Always?''

'' Always.'' confirmed Ziva. Jackson smirked.

'' Goddamn kids.''

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Gibbs kissed Ziva's knuckles as they descended the stairs together.

'' I don't think Dad's up yet.'' said Gibbs.

'' Does it matter if he is?''

'' No, I'm just saying. It means we can have coffee before we go to work.'' said Gibbs, putting his arms around her waist, walking behind her.

'' Without any interruptions?'' said Jackson as the two stepped into the kitchen. Gibbs took his hands off of Ziva but it was too late... way too late.

'' Dad-''

'' Please tell me this isn't a casual thing.''

'' It is not a casual thing.'' said Ziva, watching as Jackson sipped his coffee.

'' I hope not, because you are a very sweet and beautiful woman and you,'' he said looking at his son '' deserve happiness... you both do.'' The two partners shared a smile and Gibbs wrapped his arms around her again.

'' So how long have you two been together?''

'' A year tomorrow.'' said Gibbs. Jackson smiled at the hint of pride in his son's voice. Ziva obviously heard it to because she hit him playfully in the chest.

'' Are we going to hear wedding bells soon?'' The two shared a look.

'' Erm-''

'' No, not yet. We want to take it slow.'' said Ziva, covering for Gibbs' lack of answer. Jackson nodded.

'' Huh... Good... Don't you two got somewhere to be?'' Gibbs looked at his watch. They were late.

'' Crap.'' Both agents turned to leave but Ziva stopped and went back to Jackson to hug him.

'' I will see you soon.''

'' You will.'' said Jackson, returning the hug. She and Gibbs were about to leave when Jackson said '' Oh and son? Put some extra plaster or something on the walls... they're a little thin.'' Gibbs' jaw dropped and Ziva blushed as they went out the door. Jackson laughed.

'' Still got it.''

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'' At least we told him... sort of.'' said Gibbs as they stood in the elevator, going up to their floor. Ziva glared at him before the doors slid open, their busy day begun.