Just wanted to drop a note to all those who are following this story. First off thanks! Thanks so much for all your reading and reviewing. It takes me a bit to get my updates up I have four kids, work part time and of course there's the everyday stuff. The next two weeks it might take even longer as I home school and we're at crunch time. I will try not to make it too long.

I have to thank one reviewer Brook for posting this quote from the bible

"I decked thee also with ornaments, and I put bracelets upon thy hands and a chain on thy neck"-Ezekiel 16:11

I had never read that before but it is very interesting how it fits so well. Thanks for the quote.

But really thank you all for reading, it gives this lady a lovely little bright spot in my day.

Gibbs walked into his house and found the Admiral sitting on his couch. He felt the sting of what this man had seen, doing his best to hold back his temper he leaned against the wall instead and dropped his bag on the floor.

"Looks like I need to start locking my door after all." Gibbs saw the Admiral smirk and knew what was coming next.

"If you don't want unexpected visitors finding out what you do here Gibbs I'd suggest you do. Who knows what someone might walk in on." The Admiral rose up and walked into Gibb's kitchen ignoring the way Gibbs looked at him. "You're playing with fire Gibbs, but then I bet you know that."

"Can't help myself the fires far too tempting, I know what you saw, makes me wanna slug ya." Gibbs didn't bother to chastise the other man for the way he'd made coffee as he had the right instead just accepted the cup he offered.

"I can imagine. Damn fine woman she is. That look she gave me, you're one lucky man. Except for the fact that when you get caught all hell will break loose."

Gibbs raised an eyebrow. "When we get caught? You make it sound a certainty."

"I caught you. You weren't exactly being discreet."

"Sometimes she can't be resisted or refused." Gibbs smiled despite himself.

"I can only imagine." The Admiral was surprised Gibbs was known for his rules and steadfastly following them.

"So are you here to warn me that hell is about to break loose?" Gibbs watched the other man contemplate his words for a minute.

"Me? No, I have secrets of my own. Just to advise you to be more careful. This town isn't known for its ease in hiding secrets. "

"Neshama?" Ziva came in the door cautiously, gun in hand she'd seen Gibbs's posture through the window. Just the way he held himself had told her something was going on, she cursed when she saw the Admiral. She'd expected him but that didn't mean this meeting was going to be easy.

"Ziva its fine, There is no threat here." Gibbs eyed the Admiral carefully warning the man the words were more for his benefit than Ziva's.

Ziva put the gun away and went to stand beside Gibbs. "Why are you here? Is it your intention to tell our superiors what you saw?" Ziva walked the line very carefully. They might suspect he was involved with the club, but they had no way to be certain. "I will not give him up."

Gibbs laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and with his other gently traced the skin around her bracelet tugging gently. He saw her bite her lip and step back from the Admiral.

The Admiral would normally have been surprised by such an upfront question, but as he'd learned Ziva wasn't what most people expected. "It's not my intention to tell anyone. I merely came as a courtesy to warn more discretion in the future."

Ziva openly blushed this time; it was intentional knowing it would be expected. "Thank you. You will join us for dinner then, yes?" She looked to Gibbs for permission and saw the Admiral notice, her chin lifted slightly. Gibbs nodded and she moved toward the fridge.

"Admiral.."

"Jack, I think here at least we're past the formalities. Can we speak in private?"

Gibbs didn't look towards Ziva; instead he nodded and walked into the basement.

Jack looked at Gibbs and decided to test the waters a bit. There had been rumors at the club that there relationship wasn't legit. It had been brought to their attention by a friend of Gibbs. Just a mention of another couple that might make use of the privacy the club provided. After this mention Jack had Cal followed and then Gibbs. It wasn't something he was proud of but it was necessary especially with what was happening to members and Gibbs job. When he'd suggested inviting them there had been much dissention. When he'd told them what he'd seen and showed the security tape from that night they'd all agreed that kind of passion couldn't be faked. Now he was left with sharing the fact such a tape existed, and so much more.

"She is an attractive woman Gibbs. I noticed that a long time ago. More than a few times I've wondered myself what it would be like to…"

"If you want to walk out of here alive you'll stop before you say another word. Ziva is mine and I don't share, Ever." Gibb's stare was icy, his control at its edge.

Jack smiled and took a deep breath. "Relax Gibbs that was a test of sorts. I don't tread in other men's territory although how much she would appreciate being considered your territory I wouldn't dare say."

Gibbs had suspected as much it was the only reason the man was still breathing "You'd be surprised Jack, but we'll leave it at that. Why would I need to be tested?"

"To see if what you and Ziva share is a momentary fling or something more, Let me finish before you get too pissed off. I know of a place where the two of you could be together anytime you wanted without fear of your careers being at stake. No hiding, no worrying who will see you etc. Its elite there are rules and serious consequences if they are broken. But it's somewhere where you don't have to hide."

"Jack I appreciate the offer but I'm not really looking for a seedy motel room on the outskirts of town." Gibbs drank his coffee and tried not laugh when Jack did.

"Gibbs you really do live in your own world. It's a small city of its own. A Movie theater, restaurant, dancing, entertainment etc, it might sound implausible but it's worked for almost sixty years." Jack watched shock and interest pass over Gibbs face.

"And how do I know I can trust this, or anyone else who might be there?"

"Because we have insurance on everyone, including you." Jack watched Gibbs freeze and the man's stare was enough to make him wish he wasn't the one delivering the message.

"Not possible." But the look on Jack's face told him otherwise.

"The gala Gibbs, the entry to my suite is always watched by a camera. When they dusted they bumped the camera and it wasn't aimed at the doors as it should have been. The tape which I have is very explicit. It leaves no room for doubt as to what the two of you were doing. And just to be clear I mean none. Before you hit me as you might like, I only bring this up because in order to invite you in we have to know that you to are legit. Not trying to get into the club just to get dirt on everyone. Normally we ask for proof in other ways. But, especially with the jobs that you two have the decision makers wanted more. The tape gave them that."

Gibbs forgot for a moment to care about the case or the opportunity they'd just been handed. "We were in the damn alcove fully clothed; you damn well couldn't have seen that much and who the hell has seen this?"

Jack sighed deeply not enjoying this part of the conversation. "My personal aid who has been with me for years and is a member of the club himself is always the first one to view the tapes. I have visitors as well, I like to keep private. He brought it to my attention, I viewed it as well as one other member of the decision making board. It's necessary for honesty. As for how well you were shielded you were not. At the risk of you killing me, you two fit beautifully."

Gibbs slammed his fist into the hard wood of his worktable. Trying to contain his anger, it was her voice that broke the red haze.

"Jethro, there is no shame in what we did." Ziva wondered what Gibbs would think if he knew that part of her was proud. She belonged to him he had staked his claim and she had done the same. So what if someone had seen it. This man who Gibbs seemed to respect saw no shame in it either, he saw it as beautiful. But then, Americans and men in general saw things differently. She saw Gibbs watching her, reading her and this time the faint blush across her cheeks was not faked. She looked away from him for the first time in her memory.

Gibbs saw things in her body language that both shocked and aroused him, for the moment he let it go. "How long have you been down here?"

"Long enough, I came down to tell you dinner was ready but I eavesdripped instead." She saw his mouth quirk and knew she'd said something wrong.

"I apologize Ziva, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I'm not sure how much you heard but…" Jack saw her smile and for a moment couldn't speak.

"Jethro will fill me in later. We should eat now." Ziva left them to follow.

Jack looked at Gibbs carefully, "If you would like me to leave rather than stay I will."

Gibbs didn't have to pretend to struggle with his decision. He knew this was the opportunity they had been waiting for yet he couldn't find the words to agree. Standing he almost refused, then he remembered the missing couples, and the fact that nothing had been found of them. "I'd like to hear more but Ziva should be in on the conversation as well. I don't keep things from her."

Jack nodded and made his way up the stairs. He glanced around at the simply set table and abundance of food and smiled. "Looks good, I appreciate the meal."

"You are welcome." Biting her lip she played with the hand-towel she was holding. "I appreciate that you did not question me at the gala."

It was Jack's turn to blush lightly. "I wouldn't have done that. As I said that night I understand what it's like to want privacy. Did you hear what I was talking to Gibbs about?"

Gibbs paused in the doorway of the kitchen wondering just how much Ziva had heard.

"I heard that there is a tape of us together, while I am not pleased neither am I ashamed." Ziva grabbed two beers from the fridge handed one to Jack and the other to Gibbs who came to stand by her.

"There was more to it than that. I didn't just come here to tell you that." Jack took a seat at the table.

Ziva served up their meal a simple stew she'd put in the crockpot before they'd left for work that morning. Biscuits and a salad rounded it out. She sat and Gibbs did the same. Automatically she let her hand find his on the table top.

Jack took a bite and didn't bother to hide his satisfaction with the taste. "Very good."

Gibbs decided to jump right in, "Have you had someone following us?" he felt Ziva's fingers jump beneath his.

"Yes." Jack saw Ziva's face flush with anger that nearly matched Gibbs but as quickly as it was there she hid it. "I was telling Gibbs that I am a member of a very exclusive club, a club that caters to people in relationships that can't be publicized. It has been in existence for over sixty years. You're friend Cal is a member."

Gibbs feigned surprise. "He never mentioned it."

Jack grimaced somewhat. "That is of course the catch. The club is beyond private. You have to be invited in and there are strict rules." He saw Gibbs shift his weight toward Ziva and gently rub her fingers. "The rules are in place to protect everyone involved."

Ziva glanced to Gibbs and then to Jack "Does this mean that you are inviting us?"

Jack nodded. "Yes, we had to be sure first that you two were a legit couple. That's why you were followed, and why the tape was viewed. We needed verification."

Gibbs clenched his fists above the table. "Why would we want to part of something run by people we can't trust?"

Jack grimaced again, sighing "You could look at it that way I suppose but you have to remember what's at stake. The people involved go way up on the food chain. The only way we insure the safety and security of all involved is by the utmost secrecy and only inviting in people who've vetted so to speak."

Gibbs watched something close to pain cross Jack's face when he said the word safety but it was so brief he almost missed it. "What about blackmail?"

Jack grinned at this, "We keep and retain evidence on everyone that is part of the club but it has never been used to blackmail anyone. No one is willing to take the risk. If it appears to us that someone is not following the rules there are very specific consequences. If you decide to join you'll be given passes, ID exclusive to the club and of course the rules." Jack took a swallow of beer. "Question is do you want in?"

Ziva looked to Gibbs and only to Gibbs. It was time to take the case to the next level. Watching for him she waited for his answer. She remained quiet waiting for his response.

"Ziva?" Jack didn't understand the look Ziva was sharing with Gibbs.

"I will allow Gibbs to answer you Jack. It is his decision." Ziva knew with those words how much she revealed. She felt no shame; instead she felt contentment in leaving the rest of the conversation to Gibbs.

Jack looked from Ziva to Gibbs cocking his head, he remained silent but he had questions.

Gibbs ignored those questions; taking Ziva's hand in his head he took a deep breath. He'd thought his answer was an easy one decided before Jack had ever walked in the door. Now though it was much harder than he would have thought. He had to focus on the missing, the very reason why this had all begun. "I think we'd like that invitation."

"I do have some more questions though. " Gibbs held onto Ziva but kept his attention on Jack. "How are we assured this is not a way to get us to come out, tip our hand?"

"If you come to the Haven, you can see. After your initial interview you'll most likely find many people you know there or have met. The last thing we want is for word to get out."

"Haven?" Gibbs let the word hang there.

"That's what it's been called since the beginning, because that is what it is to those of us that are a part of it. It's a place where we can go without worry of repercussions. The initial interview will not take place at The Haven. Only after the preliminaries have been handled will you be allowed in."

Gibbs looked to Ziva then back to Jack. "We're in."

The Admiral had left, and they had finished cleaning the kitchen. Ziva felt Gibb's passion simmering as he walked into the living room. It had been just below the surface most of the evening, driving him to end the evening quickly even though the conversation had been important. He pulled the shades, locked the door and closed the curtains effectively closing out the rest of the world. He sat on the coffee table, "Come here Ziva."

Ziva had known he would have questions. He'd looked at her in the basement just after she'd stepped down the stairs and he'd questioned her silently even then. She made her way toward him and stood between his open thighs. For a moment he simply stroked her hair, it fueled her need for him making her long for his touch in other places.

"Ziva do you trust me?"

Ziva met his gaze surprised at his question. "You know I do, always."

Gibbs tugged the loose skirt off her hips leaving her covered in only the long off the shoulder shirt. "You're a passionate woman Ziva. Don't take this the wrong way but I think sometimes I forget you are very much not like the other women I've had. You are confident, unafraid, not ashamed of who you are or the things you want. It's a new experience for a man like me." Gibbs traced the intricate pattern on the bracelet. "I loved Shannon deeply I would never try to convince you otherwise, the others were a mistake I should have healed before I tried to find what I would never find. But you, you are something infinitely different. I'm not good with words, or so I've been told, you are special. I feel again. But I worry I lack things you need or want."

Ziva felt her heart racing as he spoke the honesty was naked and raw not something she expected. She was shocked by his last words. "You lack nothing, …I.." She blushed again and found it difficult to look at him.

Gibbs used to fingers under her chin to steady her gaze to him. "Then tell me why earlier you could not look at me. It was…..bothersome."

Ziva sucked in a deep breath. "I was embarrassed."

Gibbs smiled a half smile. "About the fact that Jack and I were discussing us being on tape?" Gibbs already knew the answer but he wanted her to have the freedom to tell him.

"No." Ziva shook her head, her dark hair dancing around them like a cloud. Gibbs hands reached up and pulled the loose shirt down and away, leaving her completely naked beneath his gaze.

"I knew you were naked beneath your clothes the whole time, drove me crazy. When we were in the basement just after you heard what Jack and I were discussing. I could see your nipples through your shirt. Hard and ready for me, I thought about reaching out and touching you right then and there." Gibbs chuckled softly when she swayed against him and her lips parted in a sigh. "Tell me Ziva."

Ziva met his gaze feeling the weight of his hands on her bare hips wondering what her next words would cause him to think of her. "You were angry as a man has a right to be when you heard him talking about having observed us, seen us together Even though you already knew what he'd seen, hearing it from him must have been difficult. You were concentrated on your anger so you did not hear his tone. Or maybe I am just different as you say. He spoke as though he was jealous of us, of you mostly. He spoke as though you had made a conquest. I understand that most women would be offended by such a thing I was not."

Gibbs stroked a finger down her belly stopping just above the neat nest of curls "You were proud." Gibbs placed a kiss along her hairline standing to remove his shirt. "But it's more than that. Why won't you tell me? Why won't you tell me that the idea of someone watching us turns you on Ziva, is it so hard to say the words." She shuddered in his arms, whimpering that soft sound she made when her body was edging toward bliss. Reaching between them he let his hand slip between her thighs where she was wet and swollen with need. "Ahh, beautiful Ziva."

"It seems wrong, after all I've known in my life. First to accept, no, want to belong to you. And, then to enjoy the thought, the reality of something like being watched, even I wonder if it doesn't make me a freak. I can't imagine what you think." Ziva refused to cry but the tears threatened all the same.

Gibbs almost head smacked himself. It made perfect sense, Ziva had been through hell, assaulted beaten and unloved, now with a man she cared for to share something so risky. He smiled at her. "How many men have you made love to Ziva?" he almost really slapped himself at the way she stepped back as though stricken. "Ziva, I did not ask how many men you'd had sex with I asked how many men you'd made love to?"

Ziva felt a rebellious tear slide down her cheek and calloused male fingers catch it quickly. "One."

Gibbs hadn't expected that answer, he'd figured she'd had at least one other man in her life she had loved. "You always surprise me Ziva, make me feel blessed. The fact that I can be the man I truly am with you is a gift. You openly call yourself mine nothing about that makes you a freak." While he'd spoken he'd undressed her the rest of the way. Unable to find the patience to go upstairs he leaned her gently against the wall. "Knowing I could be inside of you regardless of who is watching, and that it would only turn you on even more, that's amazing." Sliding inside her he hissed out some semblance of control. "Mine"

"Yours" Ziva knew the truth in his words and felt the truth wash over her in a wave of desire. His body sliding in an out of her took her breath as her vision became nothing but color. It took her only a moment to fall over calling out his name into his mouth as he wrapped around her.

Gibbs flew over the edge at the sound of his name. She'd come so quickly, fingers grasping his shoulders knowing for certain there would be marks tomorrow. "Love you Ziva." The words slipped from him. As they both shuddered in the aftermath. They had danced around the words but he had never actually spoken them. Her hand came up to stroke his cheek. He'd meant to say them under different circumstances in a more romantic setting but from the way she was looking at him he knew that didn't matter anymore.