A/N: First: Thanks to The Arctic Fox for the beta!
Second: Thanks to everyone who commented. I love reading reviews.
Third: This is the last chapter for now, but I'll definitely keep writing ZIBBS, because they are just too adorable!
After several hours of cuddling on the couch, showering together, and having sex everywhere in Gibbs' house, the couple finally decided on what to do with the team.
Ducky's theory that the team would be able to keep a secret seemed quite plausible to Ziva. However, Gibbs argued that they would all act differently around them if they knew. Abby would simply find their relationship really cute, Tony would either torture them with little jokes about it or be jealous of Gibbs all the time, and McGee would never really know what he could or couldn't say.
Vance wasn't an idiot. He'd notice the change in the team and figure it out in no time at all. And if the team lied for them, they would get in trouble, too, and the chances that Vance would split them up would become even bigger.
In the end, Gibbs and Ziva chose not to tell the team yet. Vance wouldn't have a reason to split up the team if they could prove that they were able to separate their private life and their professional life, and not telling the team would give them time to show Vance that it was possible. The team was sure to understand that.
They didn't really know how long their relationship would last, anyway. Gibbs wasn't known to keep women around for very long, and Ziva knew that spending too much time with a man wasn't her thing. Of course, they would try to make it work. They felt a strong connection and they understood each other, loved each other, and knew everything about each other.
Right now, the only thing that was speaking against their relationship was work. Even Rule Number 12 wasn't important anymore. "Life's too short.." Gibbs had said, "The rule is meant to keep colleagues from screwing up their professional relationship for a fling. I've got a feeling that this is much more than a fling."
Ziva had responded to that with a kiss, and she'd told him that she felt the same way.
Zibbs~Zibbs~Zibbs~Zibbs
That night, Gibbs and Ziva were lying in bed. Ziva was asleep, and Gibbs was lost in thought next to her. He had his arm around his perfect, sexy Israeli. He was glad that she had come over the night before; that she had crawled into bed with him for comfort. He wanted nothing more than to keep her close.
On Monday they would have to go to work again, and they would help the team find the P2P killer. When they found him, Gibbs would make sure that bastard got what he deserved, because no one had the right to take HIS Ziva away from him.
But for now, they would just stay at his house and either spend the Sunday in bed or find places in his house that they haven't had sex in yet. One thing was for sure, though: They would enjoy each others company.
The END.