Ziva looked at her watch. "Your time is running out, McGee." He looked at her with wide eyes, and she apologized. "Bad choice of words. Still, go on."

He took a deep breath and let it out. "Okay. I-I never expected us to be put in this situation, and that's why I reacted the way I did back in the foyer . . ."

"The what?" Ziva interrupted him.

He looked at her. "Entryway. It's also called a foyer. Anyway, that's not important. The reason I acted the way I did was because . . ."

Before he could finish his statement, Ziva pressed a finger against his mouth and signaled with her other hand for him to be quiet, motioning with her head to the outside of the house. He got what she was saying and they crept towards the nearest window. This might be it.

"Ziva," McGee hissed. She turned to face him. "I think our best bet here is to pretend we don't know anything out of the ordinary is going on. Remember, this guy thinks we're married."

Ziva nodded. "Right. And how should we go about that?"

McGee took a deep breath, then remembered their lack of surveillance and turned back to the other room. "Gibbs."

"What?" Ziva asked, losing his train of thought.

"The camera," he muttered, causing Ziva to make a face of realization.

As he was trekking into the other room, there was a knock on the back door, and Ziva grabbed him. "We don't have time," she hissed at him, and before he could respond, she had him wrapped up in a passionate kiss, both to silence him and to fool the killer.

The knocking at the back door continued, and soon, a voice joined in. "Hello? Anyone home? I'm here for the plumbing. I need to get into the basement." The door let out a creak as the visitor pushed the door open.

McGee pulled away from Ziva's lips, moving his own lips to her neck, so he could whisper in her ear. "I thought you locked that door."

She nibbled on the edge of his chin as she responded, "I thought I did, too."

Back at NCIS, Gibbs fidgeted nervously. "What the hell is taking those two so long?"

"Probably planning their honeymoon," Abby said, glaring at the blank screen.

Gibbs turned to her. "You do realize you're not helping the situation any."

"You don't understand, Gibbs," Abby sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Gibbs rolled his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was bring feelings into a case. But he didn't want to see Abby hurting, either, so he let out a sigh. "Try me."

Now it was Abby's turn to roll her eyes. "Oh, right. You want to know. You just want to solve this case and be out of here."

"Well, yeah," Gibbs said. "I'm not gonna lie about that. But I certainly don't need tension among the members of my team, either. So just tell me what's going on and we'll be done with it."

"After the case," Abby mumbled. "We need to keep an eye on McGee and Ziva."

Gibbs turned back to the screen. "Fine. Let's get the cameras back on."

Abby reached over and flicked on the screen, and the first sight that came up was McGee and Ziva staring at each other with intensity, and as Abby turned on the sound, she couldn't believe what she heard.

A/N: Sorry about the short length; I shall update again tonight.