Day 1 - Afternoonish
Just a funny little chapter. Just because Ziva has to end things doesn't mean there can't be a bit of fun.

A/N: I was so impressed with the NCIS episode tonight that I decided to post a little early. Enjoy!

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She loved watching Abby. She was ridiculously tall and her platform boots only added to her already towering height, but she moved with a grace Ziva had never seen before. Everything was fluid; the way she strode across her lab from one machine to another, the way she held a piece of evidence up to the light, the way she jumped up and down when she found something she knew Gibbs would appreciate. Every way the woman moved. Ziva licked her lips as her eyes traveled down and watched the sway of Abby's hips. She knew exactly what those hips could do.

She pushed off the doorframe and silently walked over to Abby. The Goth's back to Ziva and her total dedication to her work making Ziva even more unnoticeable. Abby looked to the side, checking something and Ziva stood still. Any sudden movement would alert Abby to her presence. After a few seconds Abby turned back to the computer and Ziva closed the distance between them as she pressed herself up against Abby's back. She felt the taller woman melt against her.

Abby smiled and leaned back against Ziva. "I thought I had three hours?"

"You do." Ziva smiled and planted a kiss on that spot on Abby's neck right next to her pulse point, moving down to gently suck on one of the lines of Abby's spider web tattoo. "I'm just here to give you some . . . motivation, yes?"

Abby brought her hands up off of the keyboard. "I have been properly motivated." She turned around and raised her arms up to put around Ziva's neck, but stopped when she saw the redness in Ziva's eyes choosing instead to bring her hands to Ziva's face. "You going to tell me what's bothering you now?"

Ziva smiled. Crying twice in the span of less than twenty-four hours was not something she normally did. Of course Abby would know something was wrong. And she loved the forensic scientist all the more for it. But she also knew that Abby wouldn't push her to explain. She would wait as long as it took for Ziva to tell her. Ziva opened her mouth to speak-

"Abby."

Abby looked around Ziva and smiled at Gibbs, but it didn't reach her eyes as her smiled usually did. "Gibbs." She loved Gibbs, but she was beginning to get really worried about Ziva. "What can I do for you?"

"Go home. I don't want to see either of you back here until Wednesday."

Abby furrowed her brow in confusion. "That's four days Gibbs."

"I know." Gibbs nodded, taking a stance that said he was not negotiating.

Abby turned back to Ziva and crossed her arms over her chest. "One of you is going to tell me what's going on."

Ziva turned to Gibbs and nodded. When she heard the elevator close behind her silver-haired boss she turned to Abby and gently placed her hands on the Goth's upper arms "I am afraid of what I have to tell you."

All of the color drained from Abby's face. This sounded exactly like the beginning of a break-up speech. Even Ziva's sweet smile and hands gently stroking her arms did little to quash her fears. She brought her hands down and held them around herself.

"But I will tell you." Ziva cupped Abby's face in her hands and brought her in for a kiss, kissing away all fears and doubts about what Ziva really wanted. She pulled away and ran her thumb over the edge of Abby's lower lip, tracing the outline of her mouth. "I love you."

Abby smiled and wrapped her arms around Ziva's neck, leaning her forehead against Ziva's. "I love you too."

"Do you want to go tell everyone now?"

Abby's eyes sparkled. "Really?"

Ziva smiled. "Really."

A devilish smile came over Abby's face. Ziva raised an eyebrow. She was up for whatever the raven-haired beauty before her was plotting

Ziva walked - rather strolled very chilled-out like, into the NCIS squadroom with a dangerous smile painted on her face. She walked over to her desk and sat down at her chair, her hands clasped behind her head as she leaned back in her usual style. A few minutes passed and no one looked up; not nosey DiNozzey, not even McGee who usually greeted her with at least a nod when she came into the room. Nothing. She snuck a glance over to the elevator where Abby was hiding behind the wall and smiled at the scientist's impatience. She turned back around and ran her hands up her neck, bringing her hair up and holding it on top of her head.

"Ziva David!"

Ziva looked over at Tony. "Anthony DiNozzo." He remained blankly staring at her and she shrugged. "We are not making introductions?" Tony looked away for a split second and Ziva bit her lower lip to keep from smiling. Tony looked back and she shrugged again. "Is something the matter Tony?"

Tony opened his mouth several times, but nothing came out.

"Feline got your tongue?"

"Cat." McGee corrected.

"Is a cat not a feline?" Ziva asked.

McGee looked up. "Well yes." He glanced over at Tony. "Tony?" He turned back to Ziva in question.

Ziva shrugged and swiveled her chair, giving McGee an 'accidental' glance at what had rendered Tony speechless. She turned back and found McGee in a similar state as Tony. "Am I missing something?"

That was when Gibbs decided to join his team. He paused briefly at Ziva's desk and saw what was going on. He brought his coffee to his lips and shook his head with a laugh, turning back around and going right back wherever he had just come from. He would come back in a few minutes and make sure she and Abby were gone once they finished their little show.

"Hey Zi." Abby greeted, deciding it was a good time to join the group now. She looked around quickly before bringing her gaze back to Ziva with question in her eyes. "What's up with them?" She could be a pretty convincing actress when she wanted to be.

Ziva sighed and let her hair down, crossing her arms over her chest. Mossad had made her quite the actress as well. "I don't know."

Abby held in a laugh as she looked over Tony and McGee one last time before turning her attention back to Ziva. She ran her eyes up and down Ziva's body, taking considerable time to admire her chest which was being gently pushed up by her arms resting just below. She licked her bottom lip and took a deep breath.

Ziva looked up and smiled. She pulled herself back over to her desk, resting her elbows on the cool surface and using her finger to beckon Abby closer. She licked her lip and cast a quick glance at the guys before bringing her lips to Abby's ear. "It is working."

Abby bent down closer to Ziva and cupped her hand around Ziva's ear so only she could hear. "It's working on me too." She pulled away and cast a stealthy glance at Tony and McGee who were now leaning practically drooling over their desks. She smoothed out her plaid skirt and walked around to the other side of Ziva's desk, pushing the Israeli far enough away from the desk so that she could sit on her lap. Tracing the outline of Ziva's bottom lip she rested her hand on the side of the darker woman's face, gently drawing her thumb over the smooth skin. Slowly she leaned in and captured Ziva's lips in a passionate kiss.

They ignored the fact that Tony and his chair went crashing to the floor somewhere during their kiss and addresses it only when they pulled away. "Are you okay there Tony?" Ziva asked.

Tony jumped up off the floor and tried to appear as cool as he could. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm great. You guys?"

Abby smiled and wrapped an arm around Ziva's neck. "Great."

Tony picked up his chair and sat back down. "Great. . . McGee?"

McGee blinked a few times and cleared his throat. "Great."

Ziva hid behind Abby and tried as hard as she could not to laugh. "Great."

"Glad we got that settled." Abby turned back to Ziva. "You ready to go home?"

"Actually," Ziva placed her hands on Abby's hips to help her stand up. "I need to go back to my apartment first."

"Why?"

Ziva stood up and grabbed her bag. "I need to pick up a few things."

Abby put her hand out and stopped Ziva. "Like what?" Ziva didn't answer. "You're lying."

"I am not." Ziva looked to McGee and Tony for some sort of help, but they were still too shocked to form words.

"Yes you are. Rule number seven Ziva, always be specific when you lie."

"I just need to grab a few things and I will be right there."

"When is the last time you spent a night at your place?"

Tony's eyes grew bigger. "I knew it!" He exclaimed. "McGee, how many times did I tell you that . . . well, that . . . I . . . I knew something was going on. I said so. Several times."

McGee scoffed. "Tony you think something is going on with every attractive woman who isn't interested in you."

"Now you see why."

Ziva ignored their banter and tried to think back to the last time she had spent a night at her own apartment, but she couldn't remember. She brought her hand to Abby's cheek. "I promise. I will be right there."

Abby's eyes quickly darted around the room, a reflex from all the times she had wanted to reach out and touch Ziva but had to make sure they were alone first. Something she never had to worry about again. She covered Ziva's hand with her own and leaned into the touch. "Do you trust me?"

Ziva brought her other hand to Abby's face and pulled her in until their lips met. She pulled back and looked deep into Abby's eyes. "With my life."

Abby slowly nodded and a smile broke out over her face, butterflies fluttering low in her stomach. "Okay." She could always tell when the big, bad Mossad officer was lying and she saw nothing but absolute truth in her dark eyes.

Ziva kissed her again. "I love you."

Abby's smile grew even bigger. "I love you too."

Ziva nodded her head toward the elevator. "Let's go home."

Abby nodded, her pigtails bouncing up and down as she brought Ziva's hands from her face, keeping one intertwined with one of her own. "Bye boys." She called over her shoulder as she and Ziva walked over to the elevator.

"Have fun you two." Gibbs waved over as they stepped onto the elevator.

"Boss, you knew?"

Gibbs sat down at his desk and looked over at Tony. "You didn't?" Tony didn't answer. "You mean to tell me that my senior field agent had no idea what had been going on right under his nose for the past year, DiNozzo?"

"A year?" McGee asked.

"Yes McGee."

"A whole year?" Tony asked. "As in twelve months? 52 weeks? 356 days Boss?

"There are 365 days in a year DiNozzo." Gibbs corrected and turned back to his computer. "That's a serious lapse in your investigative skills."

"I don't investigate my co-workers Boss."

"Got your eyes checked lately DiNozzo?" Tony sat down and promptly shut his mouth while Gibbs tried his hardest to keep a straight face. McGee just flat out laughed.

Abby and Ziva waited until they were safely away from their co-workers and out of the building before erupting into a fit of laughter. Once they had calmed down Abby ran her hand over Ziva's neck and checked out her handiwork; two perfectly round and perfectly noticeable purplish-red marks showing up nicely against the olive tone of her skin. Abby smiled and ran a finger over the marks. "Not my best work, but the best I could do in such a short amount of time."

Ziva raised an eyebrow. "We have four days…"

Abby smiled. "Now that I can do some serious damage with."