A/N: OKAY, YOU GUYS ARE OFFICIALLY AMAZING. 28 REVIEWS FOR LAST CHAPTER. I THINKS THAT'S A RECORD. I'VE BEEN IN ALASKA FOR THE LAST WEEK, SO I WROTE TWO OR THREE HAND WRITTEN CHAPTERS, (I'M NOT SURE, IT DEPENDS HOW LONG THEY ARE WHEN I TYPE THEM) SO ALL I HAVE TO DO IS TYPE. THIS IS ONE OF THEM. IF IT'S A LITTLE OFF, IT'S BECAUSE I WROTE IT ON AN AIRPLANE, 38,000 FEET IN THE AIR. I WAS A LITTLE DISTRACTED. (I LOVE FLYING)

OH, AND I MUST APOLOGIZE AHEAD OF TIME, I WAS SUFFERING FROM TIVA WITHDRAWAL, SINCE I HAD NO INTERNET OR TELEVISION FOR A WEEK. SO BOTH OF MY NEXT CHAPTERS ARE TIVA FLUFF.

RIGHT NOW I'M SORT OF WORKING ON THE JIBBS PRIVATE SESSION, BUT I'M LACKING INSPIRATION. ANY IDEAS? THEY WILL LEAD TO MORE UPDATES. READ AND REVIEW!

Fluff

For the remainder of the evening a mutual silence was agreed upon concerning the therapy session. Tony would occasionally try to force awkward conversation, but was only met with glares, and once a painful punch from Ziva. They all needed silence to think and worry about what they wanted to say tomorrow, and even more worried about what they were going to be forced to say tomorrow. So far, Anita had been doing more talking than they had been expecting. Ralph had been remaining relatively silent, but had been watching their actions and reactions intently, therefore probably noticing a lot about them, including how they worked together. (The only one oblivious to this was Tony, who was so focused on Ziva the whole time wasn't noticing much else around him.

They all walked slowly back to the cabin, not sure of what to do. They had about an hour to kill before they had to make their way up to the gym.

None of them really felt like working out, though, as the were already too mentally exhausted. Although they hadn't talked much, they felt like somebody had attacked their brains and felt highly violated.

So they all kept pretty much to themselves for the next hour. Sitting in the same room, but not speaking. They needed time to relax and clear their heads. Even Tony got the hint and shut up.

Gibbs left, not giving a hint as to where he was going. Jenny lay on the bed on top of the covers, knees up, almost looking asleep, but deep in concentration. McGee was furiously scribbling words down in a notebook, while Abby stole a page out of the notebook and began to doodle. Ziva was also lying down in bed, in the same position as Jenny, but was reading. Tony was sitting on the edge of the bed, tracing patterns up and down Ziva's legs with his fingers, watching her read, deep in thought.

What the hell was he going to tell the shrinks tomorrow? He was going to have to discuss the relationship between him and Ziva, and he didn't know what to say. He couldn't lie. His eyes would give him away. He wasn't completely oblivious to the way he looked at her. But he didn't want to tell the truth. He wasn't even completely sure what the truth was anymore. Just partners? No. They were best friends. The only problem was were they more than friends? That was what he couldn't answer.

When Gibbs reentered the room about half an hour later, no one had moved. He frowned at the interactions going on between the members of his team. Abby and McGee were sitting next to each other, writing and drawing, Abby occasionally stealing McGee's eraser to fix a mistake.

He was never really sure where their relationship stood, but he knew for a fact that no matter what it was, at work they kept it strictly professional. What they did outside of work he didn't know for sure and didn't need or want to know about, so he didn't ask or care.

Tony and Ziva were a different matter. He knew something had happened between them earlier that day. He didn't know exactly what, and he wouldn't care besides the fact that they hadn't handled it very well. He had a feeling that if anything started, it would be far from professional. In fact he thought it would be very very personal.

He watched them for a second, just observing their reactions to each other. The intensity with which Tony was watching Ziva worried him. Tony was so absorbed with her every movement, he hadn't even noticed Gibbs walk in, or he would have done the thing where he abruptly jumps away and pretends like nothing was happening.

It was at this moment that Gibbs realized something about his senior field agent. Tony was actually falling for Ziva. He didn't think Tony was actually in love with her. Not yet. Emotions that strong take time to grow, but he was most definitely falling.

Shit. This was going to be bad. Tony was known for jumping into things quickly with women, and neither him nor Ziva was ready for that kind of relationship or commitment. Well... maybe Ziva was, but definitely not Tony. He was still healing from Jeanne.

Gibbs looked at the agent again. That look was so darn intense. Maybe, just maybe, if Tony didn't try to rush into things, it might work, as they clearly both cared for each other.

But that brought him back to the fact that something had happened earlier. But what? What ever it was it had thoroughly pissed off Ziva. Hopefully nothing too bad... He decided not to worry about it. What ever it was would be cleared in the private session tomorrow, and he wasn't going to worry about Tony's when he still had his own to worry about.

He cleared his throat to reveal his presence, and was rewarded with the expected reaction. Tony jumped, and turned around, quickly recoiling his hand from Ziva's leg, then began stumbling over words, trying to distract his boss from the situation, pretending nothing had been happening.

"Heh. Hey, boss. Coffee run? Hmmmm.... come to think of it I haven't seen you with coffee except in the morning when they have it for breakfast. Actually I'm surprised you even drink it, since you're usually so picky about the taste. Heh, suffering from withdrawal?"

"DiNozzo?"

"Yeah, boss?"

"Shut up."

"Shutting up, boss."

Ziva had looked up from her book smiling at the interaction. She missed the comfort provided by the contact from Tony's hand, and wished Gibbs hadn't walked in and stopped him.

She had noticed when Gibbs had entered the room, and had been pleasantly surprised when Tony hadn't immediately stopped, and then realized he hadn't even detect Gibbs enter the room.

It was then that she noticed him watching her. She didn't usually enjoy being stared at. Sure she loved attention from men, Tony especially, but staring usually unnerved her. But the way he was staring at her made her feel wanted... desired even. She liked the feeling.

Her thoughts drifted back to the kiss, causing her to frown slightly. She didn't know what to think of what had happened, and she definitely wished she had reacted differently, wanting yet not wanting to know what he would have done next. She had taken the safe way out, not giving him the chance to show he cared, but also not giving him the chance to throw it back in her face and break her heart.

Maybe she would learn more during the private sessions the next day. Maybe she had a reason to look forward to tomorrow. She would just have to make sure the conversation revolved around him. She smiled to herself, looked down at her book and kept reading.

Tony didn't miss Ziva watching him for a few seconds before turning back to her book. He looked up and tried to catch her eye, but she had already looked away.

He looked into her eyes thinking about the kiss. Why had she run off? Was he really that bad a kisser? Heh. The idea was laughable. No, it must have been something else. Maybe she didn't feel the same way? But she had kissed him back, so that wouldn't make any sense either. Ugg. Why didn't women have to be so complicated? Why couldn't she have just stayed put? It would have made his life so much easier.

While he had been thinking he had unconsciously began to draw on her leg again, this time with a different pattern that traveled farther up her leg. When he became aware of what he was doing, he noticed she would tighten her muscles and shiver ever so slightly. Tony chuckled to himself. Heh. A sensitive spot.

After enjoying her reaction for a few more minutes, he started to graze his thumb over the spot, hopping for a better reaction. He smiled slightly as she felt her freeze. He looked up at her the find her looking at him, and their eyes met.

In that split second Tony thought of a million thing he wanted to say to her. That second was all he needed to make a quick dicision he would probably later regret.

He leaned a little closer to her a whispered so quietly she could barely hear him, "Ziva, we need to talk."

HEHE. I'M ENDING IT THERE FOR NOW, BECAUSE I'M TIRED AND WANNA GO TO BED. HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT. REVIEW PLEASE. (OH, AND DON'T FORGET I HAVE THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS WRITTEN ALREADY, SO EXPECT AN UPDATE IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS)

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RANDOM FACT #1: OCTOPUS TASTES GOOD.

RANDOM FACT #2: 7 YEAR OLD KIDS HAVE SO MUCH ENERGY I WOULD CONSIDER IT UNHEALTHY.

RANDOM FACT #3: ALASKA IS VERY COLD.