"Darling, Darling my little Darling" Rabin sighed hoarsely as he threw a great arm around Ziva's shoulders pulling her into his side.
Abbey and Mort had just left after a lovely wine filled evening and Rabin and Ziva were now watching from the drawing room window as the hearse made its way out of the car park attached to Ziva's building.
Abbey had said some things that had made Rabin sad.
He didn't like to think of his little lamb caught up in a frustrating relationship, in love with a man with whom she appeared to be going nowhere romantically.
Yet the boy must also feel something for Ziva. You did not get as bothered as Abbey had said Tony was about Rabin visiting Ziva when the woman involved was just a friend. Also there
was the rescue from Somalia - that alone made Rabin desperate for this romance to work – but not if it continued to make Ziva so unhappy.
Rabin sighed again as they watched the policeman patrolling the block to doff his hat to the hearse. All this star crossed stuff was really not to his taste.
He liked his romance straight forward and happy. That was what he wanted for his little lamb too.
He looked down at her as he thought. Ziva stood cuddled into his side slightly rosy checked from the wine, relaxed looking but there was still a sadness around her big brown eyes that
he didn't like.
He decided he was going to have to seek out this man who was making his darling so unhappy.
He was making his plans as he kissed Ziva's head softly, looked her clear in the eyes. Clear honest green meeting speaking coffee coloured orbs to tell her he understood.
He made his slightly unsteady way to the spare room leaving Ziva standing leaning on the window sill looking out into the black, black night.
The case which the team arrived to discover the next morning was a real out and out stinker, literally.
A major in the marines had been found beaten to death and left in the dumpsters outside a really beautiful town house.
A disgusting, stinking search had however been followed by rather a treat for the male members of the team.
The really stunning town house was full of the most graceful, most beautiful, most expensive, most charming prostitutes in the whole of Washington. They were having morning tea in the
elegant drawing room when the team arrived to conduct interviews.
The ladies of the house made on the whole a big hit with the team.
There was a lovely, confident feisty older red head who captivated Gibb's attention.
A stunning African MIT grad who actually remembered McGee from school seemed very happy to talk to hom about her relationship with the Major.
The sweet seeming elderly British madam caused Ducky some embarrassment with her repeated assurances of her certainty
that she and Ducky had met during her time nursing the troops during the Korean War. Certain stories she started to tell caused Ducky to turn rather pink.
There was even a blond who reduced Jimmy to a shambling incoherent gurney dropper.
Tony made a great point of making sure Ziva saw him flirting with a really sexy tall French girl but the effect was spoiled when "Gigi" (she swore this was her real name) revealed to him
that of the whole team Ziva was the one she found most attractive. Following her revelation by asking Ziva stright out for her number.
It was therefore a grumpy Tony who walked into the coffee shop on the navy base to get the teams lunch order.
As he stood glowering in the queue he felt a large hand press down on his shoulder. He looked up slightly to see Ziva's giant from the airport. The one who Ziva let cuddle her.
He glowered up at the silvered haired bear who had accosted him.
Rabin laughed slapping Tony on the back again.
"My boy, you and I have a lot to talk about" He drawled in his gravely Israeli voice as he smiled at the glaring young man ...