Gibbs reminiscing on Tony and Ziva's relationship after Ziva shows up at a crime scene wearing an OSU hoodie.


Gibbs did a double take as Ziva walked up to the crime scene. For a second he thought his eyes might be betraying him in the moonlight, but as she got closer the red letters on the gray oversized hoodie were crystal clear.

She said hello, he nodded, told her to start collecting evidence. DiNozzo was not far behind her, he never was. Many years ago he had told his senior field agent he wanted him on Ziva's ass. Looked like DiNozzo had taken that literally after all.

As DiNozzo got to work sketching, and pestering McGee, Gibbs smirked, happy that after all these years, and everything those two had been through, they finally realized they belonged together.

"Nice hoodie," he said.

She looked up at him in confusion, then down at the hoodie. "Oh, it's Tony's, good thing I ran into him in the parking lot." She took an evidence bag out of the front pocket and crouched down to collect a discarded shell. "I had not expected it to be this cold, still."

Gibbs' expression turned to stone. He looked at DiNozzo, wondering what it would take for them to take that leap. "Sun'll be up soon," he told Ziva, and went to check on Ducky, hoping DiNozzo and Ziva wouldn't wait until it was too late and all they were left with was regret.

With their work finished and the early summer sun warming the air, he headed for the parking lot. McGee, Ducky and Palmer had left for the Navy Yard an hour ago, DiNozzo and Ziva only five minutes ago.

Birds in nearby trees were singing cheerful tunes in the morning light. A cheerfulness he didn't appreciate after being called to a murder scene on their day off. Not to mention after realizing two people he cared about were too stubborn to take a chance on each other.

DiNozzo and Ziva were engaged in their usual banter, close to where his car was parked. He clenched his jaw and felt his stomach harden. Ignoring them was the sensible thing to do, but he had enough of their antics. They should have left by now, come to their senses by now. He head slapped them both, wasting only on word on them. "Idiots."

DiNozzo and Ziva looked at each other in confusion, as he continued on to his car and got in. Glancing in the rear view mirror, he wondered if he had anything to do with the fact that the two had never gotten together.

Ziva had her back turned towards his car, but he could clearly see DiNozzo smile widely at her as he flicked one of the strings on the hoodie she was wearing. His gut churned, and he turned around in the driver's seat to get a better look at their interaction.

He couldn't hear the conversation but he did faintly hear Ziva chuckle. Feeling only mildly guilty at invading their privacy, he decided to read Tony's lips.

"You know I love it when you wear my clothes."

She tugged lightly at the t-shirt DiNozzo was wearing, and he laughed at whatever she had said.

DiNozzo's reply didn't leave much to the imagination. "Only if you wear nothing but this shirt."

She placed the palm of her hand on his chest, and Gibbs took that as his cue to stop spying on his two agents. Looked like they had taken that leap after all. He took one last glance in the mirror and saw DiNozzo watching Ziva's back as she walked to her car.

Gibbs smiled, DiNozzo was like a dog with a bone when given an order; still on Ziva's ass seven years later.