Chapter 2

The train was hot. Air conditioning had been broken for a while, apparently, and Ziva and Gibbs' cabin was heating up quickly. Sun was streaming through the window and the two benches, which were facing each other, were getting hotter and hotter, but were not made of leather, thankfully. They had put their bags on the shelves above the benches, which were not hit by direct sunlight, while Ziva sat on one of the benches and Jethro sat on the one facing hers.

They had been able to choose between several empty compartments – apparently no one took this train on hot days. Most people must have chosen air conditioned cars over the comfort of sitting on a stuffy train with a bunch of strangers for the whole day. Anyway, Ziva and Gibbs were completely alone in their cabin. There was an older couple a few cabins closer to the front of the train, with their grand children and a lot of puzzles to keep the kids busy and quiet.

For a while, the two NCIS agents sat looking out the window and enjoying the comfortable silence that had fallen between them. It was actually a very beautiful day and their casual outfits could handle a few more degrees, until they would have to do some changes. There was a knock on the door and the train conductor appeared in the doorway.

'Your tickets, please.', he asked and Ziva and Gibbs showed him the two pieces of paper Vance had handed to them earlier.

With a nod, the conductor left and silence fell again. This time, however, it wasn't a comfortable one, as even hotter air had entered the room with the conductor and the casual outfits were beginning to stick to their bodies. Ziva was glad she had decided to wear a white tank top underneath her blouse, so taking off the flow-y piece of clothing was actually a valid plan.

Trying not to stare at the way too tight tank top she was wearing – which wasn't actually way too tight, but only seemed that way to a slightly aroused Gibbs – Gibbs turned his attention back to the scenery outside. To his dismay, his heart started beating faster at the mere thought of her sitting so close to him, and his shirt was not going to be even remotely comfortable any longer.

He tried to keep cold by fanning some air under his shirt, but he could see Ziva smile out of the corner of his eyes. He stopped. 'Damn air conditioning…'

'Well, there is another option…', she suggested. The heat had gone to her head. She could feel her inhibitions lowering to a disturbing new point, which made her way too flirty for a business trip. She would never have suggested this, if it had been a little colder. Then again, she wouldn't have had to.

He looked at her, slightly confused at what exactly she was suggesting, but also quite intrigued. Ziva could see a flirtatious little twinkle in his eyes that hadn't been there before, so she went ahead and made clear what exactly she was suggesting.

Jethro watched his agent get up from her bench and move over to his. He did everything in his power to concentrate on her eyes rather than the tiny pearls of delicious looking sweat that were forming on her cleavage, but as her hands fell to the hem of his shirt, his gaze shifted to her fingers. As she had lifted the shirt over his head, she was determined to sit back down in her earlier spot, but his hands had somehow found her hips and he was guiding her into his lap.

She was straddling him now, looking deep into his eyes. That escalated quickly. – would have been Tony's words, if he were here. The train jerked a little, causing her to fall even closer into him. Their lips were only an inch apart and their eyes were slowly falling shut as they both closed the distance between them and met in a gentle, yet incredibly powerful kiss.

TBC