A/N I really did not intended to post more to this story; but, it won't leave me alone. I hope everyone enjoys it. Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed the first two chapters.

Disclaimer I still don't own them and I'm still not making any money from this.

Jethro Gibbs pushed his lawnmower to the front of his house and stopped to wave at his neighbor. Ziva was in her drive washing her squashy, little car. Dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, with her hair pulled into a pony tail, she looked all of sixteen. It made the older agent happy to see Ziva enjoying such a commonplace activity. She was finally lowering her guard and living her life.

Gibbs cranked the old mower and set about cutting his small front lawn. The day was already hot and he intended to mow Ziva's yard when he finished his own. This was their first free weekend in several weeks. He had not been able to keep up with chores such as this and his yard was harder to mow than he had expected.

Thirty minutes later he finished the last pass and shut off the mower. Gibbs stood with his hands on his hips and took a deep breath of the hot summer air. He was definitely getting older. He thought of how quickly he would have completed the task only a few years ago. Using the tail of his shirt, Gibbs wiped the sweat from his face.

He stood contemplating the large tree at the corner of his house. He needed to prune the lower limbs away from the house. It was a task that would take several hours and he wasn't certain he wanted to tackle it today.

As he stood looking towards the side of his house, he failed to notice the assassin sneaking up from behind him. He had no indication of what was about to happen. The blast of cold water hit him squarely between the shoulder blades.

Gibbs let out a loud cry, ran several steps forward and turned to face his assailant. That was a mistake. As he turned, the next shot hit him in the middle of the chest. The contact of the cold water against his heated skin was a shock and he threw up his hands to deflect the flow.

Ziva released the trigger style nozzle and smiled, "You looked hot Gibbs. I was just trying to cool you off."

With speed and agility belying his age, Gibbs ran across his yard and vaulted over the short fence that separated the yards.

With a loud squeal of surprise, Ziva dropped the water hose and ran. Barely stopping to scoop the hose off of the grass, Gibbs gave chase. As Ziva tried to out maneuver him, he anticipate the young woman's change of direction. His shot hit her in the back. She tried to change direction again; but, Gibbs kept the hose trained on her.

Ziva managed to reach the large oak tree in the corner of her yard. Ducking behind it provided some protection. She caught her breath and cautiously peered out from behind the safety of the tree. Gibbs purposely hit the tree and drove her back to cover.

The young woman was laughing as she called out, "Truce, Gibbs. I surrender."

"You sure, Ziver?" Gibbs replied.

"Yes, you win." She peeked out again and saw that he still had the hose trained on her position. "I promise, Gibbs."

He lowered the hose and watched as his soaked agent crossed the lawn to where he stood dripping water on her lawn. As she approached, he raised the hose in warning.

"Don't try anything sneaky, David."

"I would not think of it Gibbs. You have proven your superiority in water hose wars."

She changed directions and turned off the faucet located on the front of her house. Gibbs wound the hose and dropped it in the flower bed next to the porch. He joined Ziva on the top step. After he sat, he wrung the water from his shirt and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.

The quiet of the summer afternoon was broken by the sound of a distant dog barking and children shouting as they rode by on bicycles. Next to him, Ziva tried to wring the water out of her hair.

"I was home on leave," he began quietly. "Shannon was working and Kelly and I were home alone. She was seven. I was in the driveway washing my truck. When I wasn't looking, she snuck up and turned the hose on me.

Ziva stilled next to him as he continued, "I let her get away with it for a few minutes. Then I took the hose away from her and sprayed her…which was what she wanted. Shannon got home and there we were. Soaking wet and laughing like we were insane."

He lapsed into silence as he watched the neighbor's cat stalk a lizard in front of Ziva's fence. Finally, he leaned over and kissed Ziva on the side of the head before he stood.

"Put that squashy car in the garage so I can mow your yard," he called as he cut across the yard to the fence.

Ziva hoped that from this distance Gibb's wouldn't be able to tell the difference between water and tears. "Gibbs," she called after he vaulted back over the fence.

As he turned to face her, she stood and yelled across to him, "I will start the grill. I will have hamburgers ready when you finish."

Gibbs waved that he had heard and Ziva moved her car as he pushed the mower to her side of the fence. Ziva watched as he cranked the old machine and began to mow her front lawn. As she turned to enter her house, she stopped to watch the flag gently waving from where it hung on her front porch.

This day would be a good memory for her. She looked back to where Gibbs pushed the mower. Ziva smiled. It would be a good memory for both of them.