It's about 11:44pm the night before my birthday, And here I am hanging out to write another chapter for you all, and for myself personally. I am loving this story. You're reviews keep me going. A big shout out to k.kuzilkovaseznam.cz for all her kind words. Okies here we go...

Gibbs knew as soon as he walked into the bull pen the next morning that it was going to be a difficult day. No case, No work, Just time for people to talk. That's what he was most concerned about, not worried he never 'worried' or at least that what he told himself. Ziva was acting strangely, not with him, with Tony. She was stalking him around the office evidently trying to pull some kind of information from him. His curiosity wondered for a moment before he stopped himself. McGee sat at his desk doing something at his computer, Gibbs had the distinct feeling that he shouldn't ask. Instead of sitting at his desk pretending he was working he decided to visit Abby in her lab.

Ziva knew it was about Gibbs, Tony was simply afraid of what Gibbs would do to him if he knew he knew whatever it was that he knew. But her curiosity was not as easily dispelled as Gibbs'. It burned inside her. She had to know what was going on. So when she finally decided that following Tony around the office was a waste of valuable time she decided to ghost Gibbs. That would no doubt lead straight to the answer.

Ziva followed Gibbs all the way to Abby's lab, where she almost decided that it was another waste of time to follow him there. He was probably just delivering a caffeinated drink to her hippo Bert. But something about the way he walked into the office made her suspicious. He was casual, comfortable, not standing as straight... She almost did not dare to venture into the lab for fear of what she might find. In case she was correct in thinking that something "hinky" was going on. She sighed silently and gave in, leaning only her head around the corner as if on some sort of dangerous mission 'the only thing I'm missing is my gun' she thought. She could see Gibbs' back, and Abby's latest black mini skirt. They were talking in soft tones, Abby was stroking his face. Ziva pulled back, 'hmm this might be a little wrong..' she thought before peering around the edge of the doorway once more. Gibbs had his hands on her hips, she could only see flashes of them because they were right around the corner, they had their foreheads resting on one another's.

Duckie was bored. His assistant was taking the day off and he had no work to do. His lab was empty and devoid of bodies. Good but bad. So he decided to make the trip down to see Abby, always a laugh. She filled him with energy each time they spoke.

Duckie didn't see Ziva until he was passing through the doorway, he'd been so preoccupied with his own thoughts. And without looking into the room he declared, "Ziva are you quite alright" Turning back to the room and seeing the image Ziva had been blatantly staring at. Duckie opened his mouth in shock, "My goodness Jethro!" He let out a gasp of surprise. Gibbs stepped away from Abby and saw Ziva. 'Shit' She thought in Israeli. Abby looked at Gibbs then Ziva then Duckie with wide eyes. Her normally expressive hands stretched downwards, fingers spread apart. Then she tightly closed her eyes, "That did not just happen" she said aloud. Ziva almost ran up the stairs. Duckie still without words shook his head looking from one to the next. Finally leaving. Gibbs turned to Abby. They stared at each other. "Oh Gibbs!"She half cried, "Now what are we going to do?" Gibbs shook his head momentarily before gathering her into his arms. "Don't worry Abs We'll work something out."