Disclaimer: Not mine and all that

A/N: Don't hate me for being unbelievably cheesy and lame.

Grissom and Sara's House (Washington DC)

Early the following Morning

Sara's teaching materials covered a large portion of the kitchen table as she attempted to eat the omelette's Grissom had made for her and prepare for her class at the same time.

"Honey." Grissom said between sips of coffee, "How prepared can you possibly be."

"You know I thought the nerves would go away but here I am, more than a month into the semester and I'm still full of nerves at the idea of standing in front of those students."

"You have no reason to be. No one could possibly be better suited to teaching those kids than you."

"That is nice of you to say." Sara smiled at him, "But I think we both no that I belong in a lab or..."

"Out in the field?" He questioned softly as he got up to refill their coffees.

"I had honestly stopped thinking I would ever feel that way again." Sara got up from her chair and followed Grissom into the kitchen, "But yes. She looked out the window and saw the rain falling yet again. It would be yet another cold and rainy day in Washington DC. She smiled to herself before turning around and catching Grissom eye. "I like it here."

"I'm glad." Grissom answered honestly. If Sara was happy than he was happy.

"But it will be nice to get home. Another month of weather like this is all I can take." Sara took the coffee pot from Grissom's hand and poured another cup for both of them, "I never thanked you for this."

"The coffee?" Said Grissom, lightly teasing.

"No, not the coffee

"Sara."

"Let me finish." Sara's eyes few wet with unshed tears, "You could have let me just leave. You could have let me do what I've aways done before, leave and never look back. But you didn't. You let me come here and spread my wings but you didn't make me do it alone. I can't ever thank you enough for that."

"You'll never have too."

"You saved me Grissom. You saved me in the desert and you saved me again after... I don't..."

"Sara, don't you understand." He looked her in the eyes and touched her face, gently with his hands, "I wasn't just saving you. I was saving myself. You're my life." He shook his head and looked down, "You're everything. I love you. Sara..."

"Gilbert Grissom." Her tears were flowing freely now and she kissed him impulsively, "I didn't know it was possible to love anyone as much as I love you. It scares me sometimes."

"I don't ever want you to be scared again." He held her close to him and closed his eyes, "I'll keep you safe and loved for the rest of our lives. I promise you that." She kissed him fully. He held her tightly, kissing her as they moved wordlessly out of the kitchen, towards the bedroom.

Meanwhile at Gibbs's House

Gibbs opened his eyes to the sound of Abby signing softly in the shower, her voice mixing beautifully with the rhythm of the water hitting her naked back. That single thought was enough to propel Gibbs out of bed and into the shower. Her black hair gorgeous as it cascaded shiny and slickly to the middle of her back. He let his eyes wonder slowly down her body and found himself instantly aroused. Being with Abby seemed to be turning Gibbs into a teenage boy or at least a middle aged man with the sexual appetites of a teenage boy.

"Can I wash your back?" Abby said without turning around. Her ability to feel his presence had only increased since beginning their affair.

"Only if I can wash yours first." He answered as he moved her hair aside and began kissing her neck slowly.

"Is this the way you wash backs? She asked as he left a trail of kisses down her back, "If I had known that I would have asked you to do it a long time a ago."

"I wish you had." Gibbs said honestly as Abby turned around and began shampooing his hair as he soaped up her back. How they managed to was each other while keeping their arm around each other mystified Gibbs but he didn't bother to think about it too deeply. Abby made magic happen. She always had.

Abby's Lab

Two Hours Later

Ziva was waiting for Abby when she arrived. Her arms were crossed and her mouth seemed to have fallen into a pout.

"Ziva." Abby said smiling, her voice had developed a melodious quality over that past week or so.

"You're late." Said Ziva, matter of factly.

"How did you know?" Asked Abby, shocked.

"It is ten after nine, Abby. We all know that you are late for work today." Said Ziva, "You've never once been late before."

"Oh." Said Abby, turning away quickly sighing, relieved that Ziva missed the information that she had almost let slip.

"Where were you last night." Ziva said sharply, "I called you four times."

"I know." Abby answered as she turned on her machines, "I'm sorry. I should have called you back."

"You left me alone with that women holding court." Ziva said annoyed, "She had them feeding out of her hands."

"Ziva." Abby said, unsure how to even begin to address that statement, "Catherine seems very nice to me. I was tired."

"Tired?" Ziva's eyebrows rose to her hairline as she walked towards Abby, "You didn't seem tired when I invited you out. In fact you seemed quite full of energy. You were excited yes?"

"Ziva."

"Only know I realize that perhaps you were not excited about going out. But perhaps excited about something else, yes?"

"Ziva." Abby repeated, finding herself at a loss for words, "What are you... what I mean to say is... I..."

"We are friends, yes?"

"Of course."

"Then you should tell me.

"Ziva." She looked her friend in the eye and sighed, "I'm not ready to tell you yet. I'm not ready to tell anyone yet. But I promise you that when I am that I will tell you everything."

"That is all I ask." Ziva smiled brightly, satisfied with Abby's answered, even though she felt quite sure that she knew what was happening, even without Abby's conformation.

"I have brought you this." Ziva handed Abby to Caf-pow who took it happily. She took only one small sip before the color drained from her already pale face. Abby slapped a hand over her mouth and ran out of the room, leaving a confused Ziva standing alone in Abby's lab.

The Bathroom closest to Abby's Lab at NCIS

Abby sat on her knees on the bathroom. Although she was finally finished retching, she didn't have to energy to stand up. This wasn't supposed to happen. She had been subconsciously waiting for Gibbs for a decade. They had been together less then a months and now this. This. She was smart. She was a scientist. She used two kinds of birth control for gods sake. What kind of super sperm did Gibbs have to break through two kinds of birth control? She forced herself to calm down. After all she didn't really know anything. It could just be a stomach bug, she told herself, always the optimist.

"Abby?" Ziva called out quietly, "Are you alright?" Ziva could hear Abby in the start sniffling quietly. Ziva was surprised. Abby cried almost as rarely as she herself did.

She nodded her head towards Ziva and proceeded towards the sink area, glad that she had her toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste in her purse.

"Before you ask." Abby said quietly as she splashed water on her face, "I'm still not ready to talk about it."

"I am simply making sure that you are alright." The concern was evident in Ziva's face and eyes. Abby could feel herself starting to cave she brushed her teeth. It took all of her self-control not to tell Ziva everything, "I will go get you some mint tea. My eldest sister always used to make it for us when we had an upset stomach. You should lay down in your office."

"Thank you Ziva." Abby smiled great fully, "Don't tell..."

"You don't have to say it." Ziva said with understating, "I'll be back with the tea soon."