A/N: Happy Valentine's day :) I'm currently working on a M rated oneshot to go alongside this one because I can't resist and also because I think you deserve to know sooner rather than later what Gibbs got Jenny...

Feb 14

"Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant." - Henry Miller

"Zee-vah!" Tony whined loudly, ignoring the weird looks from the two agents walking past.

"It is none of your business. Or mine for that matter."

"But you know something... As Probie number two, you are required to share all information with your senior agent."

"Gibbs is my senior agent." She smiled, cocking her eyebrow as a clear challenge for him to argue.

Tony resisted the urge to growl in frustration. She definitely knew how to push his buttons. Coupled with the fact she wore his favourite blue striped shirt, tucked in enough to make it look fashionable, he had a hard time concentrating on his side of the argument.

McGee watched the two of them fight, also slightly distracted by Ziva. He knew that shirt. Tony had bragged about it for almost an entire week. There was also no doubting it was a man's shirt... This was good.

"You worked with Jenny long enough for girl talk." He raised his eyebrows suggestively at her while she simply scowled back.

"I'm gonna go see Abby." McGee stood up, deciding to do a special op of his own. Turning round the bullpen, he ducked behind the divider, still within earshot. Sure enough, Ziva closed the distance between her and Tony, a soft look in her eyes he'd never seen before.

"Today is Valentine's day, yes?"

McGee watched as she trailed her foot up from his ankle, obviously trying to stay low key. Tony nodded, briefly touching the material at her abdomen to pull her closer. Apparently, he didn't care who saw.

"The boss is doing something big for her, isn't he?" Ziva nodded. "I knew it." He grinned, smugly. "I wish we didn't have to come in today... You look just as good as me in that shirt."

"Wait until later, ahabal."

"That was something nasty, wasn't it?" Slapping his stomach, Ziva sauntered off, leaving Tony watching her. "Ani ohev otach." He spoke loud enough for her to hear; McGee too.

Ziva froze.

Then, as she glanced over her shoulder to smile at him, McGee realised what he'd said. Ziva had taught him the odd phrase of Hebrew to impress Abby a little while back.

'I love you'.

"I knew it." He hissed, bolting towards the elevator. Abby needed to hear this...