The elevator doors opened, Gibbs stepped out, making his way over to his desk, "Where's Tony and Ziva?" He asked, seeing only McGee in the squad room.

"They left, Boss."

Gibbs groaned, he looked down at Ziva's desk seeing the court documents, he picked the pages up and skimmed over them, "Great, more to worry about."

"Gibbs?"

Gibbs shook his head, "Nothing." He stepped behind his desk, sitting down, picking up his phone.

Tony was looking down at Ziva sitting on a large workout mat, they were both dressed in gray NCIS sweats.

She smiled seductively as she leaned back on her hands, bending her legs at the knees, slightly opening them, "Come."

"Take me home and I will."

She rolled her eyes, "You will tell me what's wrong."

He didn't make a sound or move.

"Come on, Tony, talk to me." She leaned up, holding her hands outward to him, "Please." He reached out with his hand for hers, she grabbed it and fell backwards, taking him down with her, he fell between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist and took control of his head, looking directly into his eyes, "Now, are you going to talk to me?"

He tilted his head forward, kissing her.

"Stop, no kissing, I'm mad at you."

He kissed her again, which made her smile, "How's your back?"

"It's fine."

"Good." She quickly arched her back, grabbing a hold of his arm and brought her legs up, wrapping them around his neck, clamping them into place, "I warned you."

He went limp, not caring.

"Talk."

He was silent.

"Is this about Gibbs?"

He looked away, still silent.

"Aha! I knew it. What did he say?"

He sighed deeply.

She loosened her legs, gently bringing him back to her chest, turning his face back to her, "Was it about me?"

He closed his eyes, but still didn't speak.

She spun him onto his back, seeing from his expression there was something seriously wrong, "Okay, I get it, you do not want to talk, I won't make you." She smiled, "No more, lets go home."

He nodded as she stood, holding down her hand, offering to help him up.

He took a hold of her hand and pulled, bringing her back down on top of him, "Are you happy?" He whispered.

"Why would you ask me that?" She asked, she brought her hand up to his cheek, caressing it, "Of course I am, I'm happy as a crab."

"Heh. Clam, not crab."

She smiled, "Whatever." She kissed him again, "How about we go practice putting babies in me, hmm, sounds fun, yes?"

"Yeah." He smiled and she smiled back. They shared another kiss before getting up. He hurried his way to the dressing room. She, however...

"Thanks." Gibbs said, then hung up his phone, he turned his chair about to get up, "If you see Tony or Ziva, McGee, tell them to park their asses." He stood up, Ziva was standing in front of him, her arms crossed at her chest.

"A word in private." Ziva requested, she started towards the elevator.

"Boss?" McGee spoke.

"Never mind." Gibbs answered, following Ziva to the elevator, getting on.

Ziva flipped the emergency switch just as the elevator began moving. She turned towards Gibbs, but didn't say a word.

"Where's DiNozzo?"

"He told me everything."

Gibbs groaned, before letting out a sigh as he turned away, shaking his head in disbelief, "I liked the old DiNozzo, so much better."

"Why?"

"Because he held in his feelings, he didn't spew them out."

"He didn't tell me anything, but you will."

"Excuse me?"

"Tony worships the ground you walk on, Gibbs, you are his hero and yet he could not care less about you right now. Does that sound right to you? So, please, what did you say to him."

"I just don't want him hurt."

"Hurt? By who? Me?"

"Yes."

Ziva took a step back with a shocked look on her face, "Why would I hurt him?"

Gibbs grabbed Ziva's upper arms, holding them firmly, "What is your father going to do when he finds out that you're marrying the man that made him look like a fool, a man you accused of killing a Mossad operative, the man who planned out your rescue, while you father sat on his ass not doing a damn thing? You think he's gonna be pissed? Oh yeah. So, I told Tony that he wouldn't be a good dad, because if you have his child, he's a dead man and you and I both know it! Not to mention all this shit with Kort."

Ziva yanked herself away from Gibbs, "Why would you do that?" She turned, flipping the emergency switch, "You have no idea how much he wants to be a dad, the way he was with Sarah, it was special and you want to deny him something even more special? How could you!"

"What good is it, if he's dead, Ziva?"

The elevator doors opened, Ziva stepped out, but quickly halted, "Bastard." She uttered in anger before walking away.

Gibbs walked off the elevator into the squad room, McGee was standing in the middle of the bullpen, "Boss."

"What is it, McGee?"

"Director Vance offered Tony his own team."

Gibbs squinted at McGee, "When?" He asked, moving to the stairs.

"Today, I guess."

Gibbs jogged up the stairs and made his way through Vance's door, "You gave DiNozzo is own team?"

"Come right in, Gibbs, would you like to sit at my desk and put your feet up?" Vance stood up from his chair, offering it to Gibbs, but he didn't budge, "Good. This is my office. Next time, knock." Vance sat back down his chair, rolling back under his desk, "Now, you were saying, yes, I offered him his own team, but he turned it down, like he did before."

Gibbs cocked his head, "Before?"

"Jenny didn't tell you, huh? She offered DiNozzo the Rota position and I just offered him Marseilles and he turned them both down. What can I say, he's loyal to you, Gibbs."

Gibbs raised his hand to his forehead, rubbing it hard.

"But you'll have to do without DiNozzo and David for two weeks, they asked for vacation and I granted it."

"When?" Gibbs asked, "I just talked to Ziva 15 minutes ago."

"About 10, actually."

"Why both?"

"With that lawsuit hanging over them, they need a little time away from NCIS to settle things and we need to talk about this Kort thing and his beef with DiNozzo, but we'll do that later, I have a lunch meeting with the SecNav."

"And my team?"

Vance walked over to Gibbs, "I would suggest apologizing; hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, especially that one."

Author Note #1 - It's hotter than three peckered billy goat in heat!