Author - Lindainsweden

Lost

Tony walked into the bullpen whistling happily, making even McGee aware of how his date had ended the night before. As he walked past Ziva's desk she slammed her phone down hard, making Tony jump and then glare at the smirking Israeli. He was distracted by the sight of the empty desk of Gibbs though and immediately started questioning his team members.

"Where's Gibbs?"

"We don't know Tony. Probably just late."

"This is Gibbs we're talking about Ziva, he's never late."

"Well, he is now."

"Maybe something happened to him?"

"You think McGee?!"

"Tony, relax!" Ziva finally told him and stepped up to him angrily, making him rapidly back away from her. Tony glared at McGee and dared him to make fun of the Senior field agent.

"I'll try triangulating his cell."

"Good. Ziva! You and me are going for a ride."

Ziva was sitting silently in the passenger seat, fuming over the fact that she couldn't drive the car. She and Tony had been bickering like children before Tony pulled rank and forced the car keys out of her hand.

Tony's shrill cell phone signal pierced the uncomfortable silence and he took a quick look at the caller ID before answering.

"What have you got McGee?" he barked into the phone, now royally pissed that his Boss was lost like this, without anyone knowing where he was and what he was doing.

"His cell is shut off but located at his house. Maybe he just has a cold or something."

"Gibbs doesn't get sick Probie."

Outside Gibbs house Ziva and Tony pulled their weapons and entered the unlocked front door. Tony stumbled and cursed silently.

"Quiet Tony!" Ziva wheezed, but Tony was more interested in what had made him almost trip.

"Aren't those Jenny's heels?"

"Well, you of all people would know, wouldn't you?"

"You're right Ziva. I would know. What are the Directors heels doing in Gibbs house when she is supposed to be on a vacation? Maybe she kidnapped Gibbs and is using him as her personal slave."

"Nice fantasy Tony, but wouldn't she be doing that in her own house?"

They walked into the kitchen and Ziva noticed a coffeecup standing on the table. She closed her hand around it and smelled it briefly, making a disgusted face.

"This is definitely Gibbs coffee. And it's still warm so he must be in the house."

"Or he's just left."

They continued searching through the house finding nothing odder than a few women's lingerie's and other random female clothes. When the only room left was the basement they slowly and silently opened the door but froze in their step when the unmistakable giggle of the Director reached their ears, closely followed by a moan from Gibbs.

Tony and Ziva looked at each other and Ziva smirked, letting the team leader take the lead. Tony glared at her before clearing his throat. He entered but halted at the top of the stairs. The sight before him was both embarrassing as hell and a huge turn on.

Jenny was pressed up against the boat, with Gibbs devouring every part of her body. In the middle of a moan she noticed Tony ogling them, which made her smirk at him.

"Seeing something you like Agent DiNozzo?" she said with the cool and calm voice only Jenny Shepard could use, especially in a situation like this.

Gibbs stiffened at her words, swiftly covered him and Jenny up and then turned around to stare angrily at his team member.

"What the hell are you doing here Tony?"

"Well, uh, we thought something had happened to you. And something obviously did…"

"DiNozzo!"

"Sorry Boss. Now that we know you're safe we'll leave."

"We?"

Ziva entered the basement to stand beside Tony, her face slightly pink from embarrassment.

"Jethro, don't be too hard on them. They were just concerned."

"Remind me to head-slap you later. Now, do you mind getting the hell out of here?!"

Tony and Ziva needn't be told twice. They practically ran out the door and back to the office to tell everyone else what they had witnessed. Tony was going to collect, as per usual, and Abby was going to be bouncing off the walls with happiness that mommy and daddy finally was together again.

Back at Gibbs house Jenny and Gibbs were giggling like children at being caught in that compromising position.

"Next time we're staying at my house Jethro."

"Whatever you say Madame Director."

"Didn't you get them memo?"

"Go ahead and keelhaul me Madame, I'm looking forward to it."

Jenny smiled wickedly and pressed her lips to her lovers, feeling content that they had finally had the courage to get back together.

THE END