By special request I have a little nugget for you. Not sure if I'll go any further with this being as I have TWO other works still in progress but we'll see. Please note this is non-cannon. I haven't watched a single episode since Ziva's return, I'm too afraid to be dissapointed. So in this world (the one I've written for this story) just assume Ziva and Tony never happened, neither did their daughter. And, everything else I guess fits the current timeline. Enjoy...hopefully.

"Ziva what's wrong and don't you dare tell me nothing." Abby still had a hard time believing the woman in front of her was truly alive and well. I hadn't seemed real when they found her and it still didn't not entirely. Still,

she bit her lip and tried to not stare at her in awe as she spoke.

Ziva snorted softly. "I am not sure you want to hear the truth of what I really want, Abby."

Gibbs paused before stepping into Abby's lab. He'd taken the stairs because he'd missed his morning workout three days in a row. Something in Ziva's tone had him stopping and wondering if he should go or continue eavesdropping. Things had settled and the danger had passed since her return from the dead. She was safe, finally and though he had no business doing so he decided to hold off on leaving. He told himself it was about her safety. Making sure she was ok. The truth was he was nosy ….mostly.

"Ziva, after all that's happened I think you can tell me anything."

Ziva settled against a counter. "Well, there is this…"

"I KNEW it there's a man!" Abby popped her gum and bounced. "Tony owes me five bucks."

"You bet on me." Ziva shook her head and laughed. "Yes, there is a man, he is not interested….and I so am. "

"There's a man that isn't interested in you? Color me shocked."

"Stop and trust me he is not. In fact, I think he views me far differently." Ziva frowned shaking her head.

Outside Gibbs cursed his glue-like inability to move from his listening spot. It was a private conversation and yet he couldn't force himself away.

"And, what do you want Ziva." Abby took a sip of draining Caf-Pow before turning away from her computer, to focus on Ziva.

"I want a lot of sex, a lot of time off from work and then…." Ziva bit the inside of her cheek before taking a deep breath and continuing. "Then, I want a baby."

Abby's mouth fell open "A baby!" Ziva almost yelled thankfully they were alone in her lab but still, she saw the flush of embarrassment on Ziva's face.

Gibbs swallowed hard against the large sip of coffee he'd taken. His libido sat up and took notice and left him wondering what the hell was happening. Losing Ziva had been profound for him. He'd mourned her loss more than he could put into words. The pain had never really gone away. It still echoed when she'd step off the elevator of NCIS and he worried it would be his imagination.

"Abby!" Ziva shushed her. "It is not going to happen. I told you he is not interested in me that way. And though I'd settle for an anonymous donor it is not exactly my first choice."

"I take that to mean you aren't looking to return to NCIS permanently?" Abby had suspected, she and Tony had discussed it in bed the other night.

"No, I need a break. I need more in my life. Just because he does not want me, does not mean I cannot want him still."

"So you've asked him then?"

Ziva quirked an eyebrow. "No, and I would not put him in that position either."

Gibbs started to move away, but Abby's voice snared him. "Gibbs wants you more than you think Ziva, your both just blind."

Ziva felt her breath catch, heart racing she started to deny Abby's declaration.

"Save it Ziva. The only two people that never saw what was there, was you two."

Gibbs felt his stomach clench. He damn near walked in and made his presence known. But that was madness.

Ziva didn't know what to say. But words left her anyhow. "I think you are wrong. But it is neither here nor overthere. Even if I believed for a moment you were right Gibbs will not want the things I want."

Abby wanted to argue but she wouldn't lie to her friend. "Sex yes he'd be very interested. But a baby yeah that's a deal-breaker." she offered a sad smile.

Ziva nodded "Yes and understandably so. Which is why I am currently so frustrated." she picked at an imaginary piece of lint. "I want what I cannot have. So, for now, I am going to how is it said willow..?"

"I think you mean wallow and I think that's a great idea. Want me to come over tonight?"

Ziva shook her head. "No, I am going to buy a bottle of whiskey, go home and drink myself into not caring."

"Can't argue with that. Though and I don't mean to be crass but have you thought about finding someone to screw you into not caring. I know a few.."

Ziva shook her head. "Doesn't work."

Gibbs felt certain he stepped through the looking-glass. Instead despite his desire to stay and listen further, he pulled himself away. He needed time to think, to put his head in a better space.

Ziva was home leaning on her kitchen table staring at the bottle of Whiskey she'd brought home. After talking with Abby she'd left NCIS stopped at a store and then hit the liquor store as well. Now freshly showered, in her favorite boy shorts and a tank top, she contemplated the alcohol in front of her. She had contemplated Abby's comment about finding a random guy. In fact, when she'd stepped out of the shower she'd done her makeup, her hair and gone searching for just the right dress. But like the alcohol, it wasn't what she really wanted. No, what she needed would mean a trip to Gibbs' basement at the very least and that wasn't happening. Sighing she stood and went to get a glass when she heard a knock at her door.

A quick look through the peephole and she was stepping back. Why would Gibbs be at her house on a Friday night? Apparently, if you spoke of the devil… Another knock just slightly louder and she was opening the door before she had time to think about it.

"Gibbs..Did you try to call?" She looked around but couldn't have said where her phone was.

"No, hadn't planned to stop just ended up here." He stepped past her, wondering if she realized she'd answered the door in nothing but a pair of panties and a tank. He doubted it.

"Everything all right?

"Yeah."

When he didn't elaborate she shook her head and shut the door. "Whiskey or coffee?" Something was bothering him, but she couldn't say what. He nodded toward the bottle and she made her way to the kitchen grabbing glasses before heading back toward the table. Instead, she noticed he'd moved to the couch bottle resting on the coffee table.

Gibbs had unwrapped and uncorked the ridiculously expensive bottle of whiskey she'd left and poured it into glasses even as she sat. He saw awareness of her bare skin against the fine leather of her couch.

Ziva wondered whether she had intentionally ignored the fact she was barely dressed or if it had been subconscious. Either way, he hadn't seemed to notice. In fact, if anything he looked annoyed or maybe exhausted? For once she couldn't read him.

Gibbs turned to her, his first shot of whiskey down. He had no idea what he planned to say. He just knew since he'd realized she wanted him, he'd been unable to think straight.

"Gibbs…"

"What's your plan for NCIS?"

Ziva ignored the fact she was still underdressed, and instead felt her pulse stutter. She should have known. Vance must have said something to him. "I was going to tell you."

"Were you?" He ran a hand through his hair after downing a second shot of whiskey. He pushed his glass away. He'd had enough, just enough to take the edge off. He wasn't sure what she was talking about specifically. But he could guess she had already spoken with Vance.

"Yes, I would not lie. I had planned to stop by tomorrow and tell you." It was the truth, she'd have told him sooner but being alone with him was dangerous. At night, even more so. "I need time."

He nodded his head. "Good. You told Vance?"

"Yes." She was still puzzled trying to understand why he was here. "You could have called."

Gibbs shook his head, leaning in he forced her to look at him. "No, I needed to see you, needed this." Subtly he slid closer his hand sliding up to touch her jaw. He might have assumed he would have been rough, urgent so strong was the desire riding him. Instead, he cradled her chin gently in his palm. His mouth met hers softly first. A tentative probing, waiting for her to consent without words.

Ziva sighed as her mouth parted for his. She was dreaming, that had to be it. Despite how real he felt as she clenched his shirt in her fists he had to be her imagination in overdrive. But as his tongue dueled with hers she felt the all to real proof of him as he pulled her into his lap. The sound she made had her flushing when he looked at her.

"I know the feeling." His cock was so hard he thought he might break right there nestled between her thighs. The cotton and lace separating them were barely noticeable. "We should talk about this. Have one of those "critical conversations" HR is always talking about. But I'm not sure I give a damn."

"I do not work for you any longer. HR has nothing to do with this." He was teasing she knew that but reminding him she was no longer his teammate was important to her. Somehow it had become a catalyst between them.

He shifted his hips, one hand tugging at her hair the other tracing the length of her thigh as he whispered in her ear. "Tell me you want this Zi, I need to hear you say it."

"I want you, Gibbs." She'd wonder how everything had happened later. Her simple consent had his mouth trailing down her collar bone. Stubble and teeth left a path of fire along her chest. His hands went to the edge of her tank, it tore slightly as he pulled it off her.

"Sorry, I'll replace it." His shirt joined hers even as her hands buried in his hair pulling him closer. Her mouth finding his. Fingertips trailed down his shoulders, biting into his chest as she traced a map over him.

Ziva had his belt on the floor and her hands dipped behind heavy denim and black cotton. Grasping him with her hand, she felt his responding growl as his teeth nipped at her the upper swell of her breast. It was deliciously wicked and had her pelvis moving against him urgently. Suddenly they were standing, he was stepping out of the rest of his clothes and then just as rapidly they were moving toward her room. She paused long enough to slip out of her panties. Seconds passed and she was pressed against her living room wall.

Gone was his patience, Gibbs had decided slow would be good. Nothing sounded better than taking her long and slow, except of course now as he pushed her against the wall, his fingers sliding inside her. "Fuck.." The expletive was harsh, blatant and her satin tightness clenched around him. She was weeping around his fingers, pulling and tightening as his they thrust in and out.

"Shit Gibbs how…" She gave up trying to speak when his thumb grazed her clit. Her senses imploded her body splintering as she chanted his name.

Gripping her hips Gibbs pushed inside her thrusting deep, One hard stroke and his body nearly let go. His mouth found her shoulder, her hands were in his hair again. Pulling him closer her hips met his as he finally found a rhythm. Already she was gripping his cock strangling it with the force of her orgasm.

Ziva sipped at the ecstasy of Gibbs plunging inside of her again and again. She was gasping through each orgasm as they ran one into the next. He was mastering her body on the first try. Even as she fell over the edge one last time she felt him gripping her hips locking deep and then shuddering against her as his body emptied itself.

Ziva woke up expecting a nasty headache, and the unsatisfied ache from an unfulfilled dream. Instead, she woke to Gibbs pressing kisses down her spine. "Good morning…" She whispered it softly afraid to break the spell.

"Agreed. It's a very good morning." Without further talk Gibbs was hovering over her, his body slipping over hers. She started to turn and rise but he grasped her hips and slid inside her. God, she felt good. "Like you this way Zi." He stroked her buttocks, traced the curve of her spine then back down till he was caressing each cheek as he rocked in and out of her.

Ziva tried to find words but instead, all she managed was a gasping groan as the orgasm hit her, washing over every nerve ending. Gibbs followed just as fast her name ground between clenched teeth and clenched hands. Collapsing against her he rolled her until she settled next to him.

"Needed that."

"Thank God for that."

He laughed at her breathy statement. She cocked an eyebrow at him "Who are you and what did you do with my boss?"

"Not your boss anymore Zi."

Apparently she had a nickname. "Oh."

"I don't take advantage of the women who work with me."

"You could have taken me over your desk at NCIS Jethro and you still wouldn't have been taking advantage of me.

Now there was a mental image he would think on for a long time. "Jethro?"

"You were just inside me, I figured your first name was fair game." he grinned again and she wondered once again if she was going crazy. "I did not believe you thought of me this way."

"That was the point, didn't think the feeling was mutual and while you worked for me couldn't risk scaring you away." He wasn't ready to admit he'd overheard her and Abby even though he knew he should. "Decided to take a risk."

"Thank God for that."

He laughed again, "Be right back."

Ziva watched him make his way toward her bathroom. He seemed so comfortable with her. She didn't mind but it didn't make things less weird. He was back and she made her own trip. Settling back in the bed she couldn't find any words.

"Don't overthink it Zi, at least not right now. There's time for overthinking later." He felt her take in a breath as though she might say something despite his words. The moment passed and she settled into him, together they drifted off to sleep.