A/N: So I just finished an important homework and thought: Why not keep OpenOffice open and write a chapter :D... so here we go.

Chapter 4.

As their climaxes slowly wore off, rational thought began to creep back into their minds.

How had it been possible for them to loose control like that? Why couldn't they stop themselves?

Should they have stopped themselves? Would that really have been better?

Their attraction to one another had been so strong, too obvious to ignore. All that tension had to be relieved at some point. If they really had been able to keep their distance, to ignore it a few years longer, what would have happened to them? Could they have stayed friends? Would the team have suffered from it? Or would it just have vanished some time later?

It was clear that doing what they had done had been the only way to avoid future awkwardness, and difficulties for the team. Now they just had to figure out a way to get around the awkwardness and difficulties that would unquestionably result from their intimate encounter in the basement.

Picking up their clothes, which had landed all over the basement, and putting them on in the process, their minds were racing. Grabbing her bra from one of the shelves, Ziva thought that this might just have been a one time thing. But that thought left her mind quickly as she watched Jethro pick up his shirt from the floor. He really does have a cute ass. Was all she could think, which made it very clear that their sexual tension might have found some kind of outlet, but obviously hadn't vanished completely.

So, definitely not a one time thing... But what was it then? Maybe they could call it an affair, though that would have negative undertones like 'sleeping with the boss to get an advantage' or 'using each other just to satisfy their needs'. They did only satisfy their need, but not just any need – their need for each other. So it wasn't really an affair either.

Abby would probably want to call it a relationship, Ziva thought, getting her pants off of the boat. When did he throw them up there? But it didn't seem like a relationship either. They weren't in love, technically, they just felt attracted to each other and wanted to comfort each other.

Finally finding his pants, that had somehow ended up under the workbench, Jethro came to a conclusion.

"Friends with benefits.", he said, taking Ziva by surprise, "That's what Dinozzo would call it."
This was the first thing any of them said after screaming each others names just minutes earlier, and even though they hadn't really started this conversation, he knew that she was thinking about this problem, too.

"You mean like... being there for each other as friends, but still acting on what is obviously there..."

"Exactly."

And from one second to another, they both accepted this new label, this new kind of relationship. It would still be a long way from here, with lots of conversations that would not dissolve as easily, but they were willing to try. Given their current emotional status, they didn't have any other choice.

They needed to be best friends for one another, because no other person would ever really understand any part of their lives and they needed each other sexually, because they just did. There was still no rational explanation for their feelings and they doubted that there would ever be one, but for now they didn't mind.

TBC?

A/N: meh... head ache... hope this chapter was good anyway... gonna watch Julia Louis Dreyfuss' new show now... or maybe Cold Case... because I promised myself to finish Cold Case until the end of this week... ah, life of a fangirl... wouldn't trade it in for anything though :D...

hope you liked it :D Reviews make me happy... and happy!me writes more ;)