Yeah, so I know this isn't very long, but this is kind of a fill in chapter, next chapter has a bit more action and maybe even a bit of Tony and Ziva dealing with some stuff. I hope you like it, tell me what you think about it and I'm always open to suggestions

Leroy Jethro Gibbs was… happy? Ok maybe that was going a little to far. More content, because Leroy Jethro Gibbs didn't get HAPPY. But he wasn't just content, either. He was something in between. He was cappy, Abby would probably say. He smiled. Ok he was definitely more, say chipper, than usual. But that was all right, because Ziva was back.

He'd always known shed come back someday, or hoped that she would, mostly for Tony's sake than anyone else's, even though he had missed her everyday. He'd seen how her absence had changed Tony, just like he'd been watching them dance around rule 12 for years, maybe crossing the line occasionally, only to race back, obviously afraid of destroying what they had in the process. What they had had always been a difficult question to answer. Sometimes they shared looks that made Gibbs sure they were sleeping with each other, then they were just friends, the next minute they acted like they wished the other a painful death. Abby, and so many others called it chemistry, Gibbs however didn't like to think about it like that. He'd seen the way Dinozzo had looked at Ziva, and it had reminded him of how he used to look at Shannon. "You were my Shannon." Diane's words echoed in his ears, and Gibbs snorted. Yes, in a way Ziva was probably Tony's Shannon and the other way round. And here they said Leroy Jethro Gibbs was cold and emotionless.

But when he thought about Tony and Ziva, and how far they'd come in their relationship, he often had to think about how they beat him. For years now, he had always been the agent in which everyone at headquarters invested the most money in in pools. They obviously tried to keep it from him, but it was often obvious. They made pools on whether or not he was ever going to get shot, and if where. It was kinda sick, making bets on if a person is going to get injured, but he knew how boring paperwork could be, and didn't want to take the simple pleasures of desk work away from them. Well anyway, there had been a lot of pools about him, and even though he pretended not to know about them he liked to think about it. Sometimes…

He smiled when he thought about how many pools there had been about him and Jen. Just like the ones about Tony and Ziva they went from Friends with benefits to married and how many kids they were gonna have. The only Pool that had ever made him angry was if he was going to cry at her funeral. But not a lot of agents had participated in that, even though he knew that both David and Dinozzo had been taking part in every single pool about him and Jen. Except that one. He missed her terribly sometimes, wondering what would have happened if she hadn't chosen her job over him, or if she hadn't died. But he didn't do that often. Because Leroy Jethro Gibbs didn't linger on 'What ifs'. He once read that 'What if had to be the two most pathetic words in the English language', and he could only agree. That didn't mean he didn't often waste his time on them. Some things are just inevitable. Just like Tony and Ziva being more interesting for pools then him, because admittedly a couple that wasn't really a couple offered much more options. Abby had called them a typical 'will they/wont they' couple she used to love when she was a kid and still had time for mundane things as watching television. Only Abby could use the word mundane, say she used to kinda be mundane and make herself sound extremely clever in one sentence. Ok, he might have thought about participating in one or two of the pools once in a while, but only when it was a fun one. His favourite was still the one where (after) they got to get together firstly who would kill the other and when.

He would have probably put ten bucks on Ziva killing Tony on the second date, just because it would've been fun, when they caught a case, which probably saved him from public humiliation and a slow death at the hands of a very angry ex-mossad officer. He smiled again, and poured himself some bourbon.

They spend the car ride in a comfortable silence. At the beginning they had talked a bit, but right now it was fine, just enjoying each others company, and Tony didn't even feel the need to break the silence. It often amazed him how they could stand in silence for ages and have it not be awkward. Usually someone got uncomfortable at some point when a silence went on for too long. Tony never felt like that. When he and Ziva were silent it was nice. They would catch each others eyes, maybe smile a little and it would be fine. They didn't have to think about something to talk about, they didn't have to do much except enjoy each others company.

When they arrived at his place he was in a good mood, and she even let him carry her bags upstairs, even though she muttered about managing it fine on her own all the way up the stairs.

Out of the spur of the moment, Tony said: "I really missed this."

Ziva smiled, and nodded, looking around. "Yeah." She whispered. "Feels really good to be back."

Tony snorted and turned away with a sarcastic smile on his face. Ziva stepped closer.

"What is it Tony?" She asked, not understanding his sudden mood swing.

He shrugged, and answered, trying to sound indifferent.

"Well its just you're hardly even back and we already can't even talk about this."

"This?"

"Whatever this is. Whatever it is we have."

"But that's just it Tony. We can't really talk about it because were still finding out what it is. It's us. And this is just another change in the constantly evolving us."

"You know, the way you just said that sounded really sexy."

Tony smirked at the look on Ziva's face. Gosh had he missed annoying her, and how had he missed seeing her roll her eyes whilst trying to neither blush nor smile. Right now she was succeeding at neither. For some reason this made Tony incredibly happy. It made him hope that maybe some of her defences were down, that she trusted him still, and enough to show emotion and let go in front of him. That they had a chance of coming out of this not so messed up, that they had a shot at happy.