A/N I'm sorry it has taken so long to update. I've had a very rough few weeks. I hope this bit of smutty fluff will make up for the delay.

Jethro put the remaining Chinese take-out in the refrigerator. Liz cleared their trash from his table and carried it to the bin. He had picked her up after work and they had spent a couple of hours in a local home improvement store. They had discussed paint choices for the master bedroom. Jethro still didn't understand why there had to be so many shades of light brown and what determined the 'perfect' tone. Finally, they had agreed on a sample that Jethro secretly thought looked like burned oatmeal. Mercifully, his complaints of hunger had spared him the torture of carpet shopping.

Liz followed Jethro to the living room and joined him on the sofa. She could tell he was exhausted. His team had put in long hours for the past week. They had followed one dead-end after another. Each of the agents had conducted multiple interrogations. Jethro had told her that even the director had used his considerable computer skills to help them follow a possible electronic trail. After six days of nonstop searching, the MCRT had tracked down and rescued the kidnapped daughter of a Marine captain. Tony had been the one who told her that it was Jethro who had shot and killed the kidnapper. The man had threatened to shoot the little girl. Jethro's sniper skills had saved the eight year old's life.

Liz knew the case had taken an emotional as well as physical toll on her fiancé`. Each time they had spoken on the phone, Liz sensed his growing frustration with the lack of leads. With each passing day, Jethro had become more distant. Tonight, she had witnessed the slight limp he hadn't been able to conceal. She had also noticed the lines of pain and exhaustion that radiated from the corners of his eyes.

She sat at the end of the sofa and placed a throw pillow on her lap. Liz patted the pillow.

"Come on, Jethro. Lie down and rest," she told her weary special agent.

Jethro stretched out on the sofa and placed his head in Liz's lap. He propped his sock clad feet on the other sofa arm. With a deep sigh he folded his hands across his stomach and closed his eyes.

Liz ran her fingers through the gorgeous silver hair she loved so much. This past week she had witnessed the toll his job took on him. Liz realized she hadn't been worried about his physical safety. She had been more distressed by the lack of care he took for his own well being. She, Ducky, and Jackie Vance had made sure the MCRT had been supplied with food. But, sleep had been consisted of short naps in the bull-pin or Abby's lab. Jethro and Tony had even grabbed a few hours rest on autopsy tables.

"Jethro?" she questioned quietly.

"Hmmm?" was his only response.

"Where are the kids tonight?" Liz had expected one or both of them to show up at some point.

"Ziva said they were going to dinner." Jethro paused and then snorted. "The kids? Tony isn't that much younger than you."

Liz swatted him lightly on the shoulder. "Don't laugh at me, Jethro. You know what I meant. And, it's not exactly like you're ancient."

Jethro opened his eyes. "Some days, I feel like I'm old enough to be their grandfather."

Liz gave him a seductive smile. "You are far too sexy to be a grandfather, Special Agent Gibbs."

Jethro laughed out loud. "I thought I was the one with the bad eye sight."

"You don't do humble well, Jethro. I happen to think I'm engaged to the hottest guy in Washington." Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "You definitely have the best butt."

This time Jethro shook with laughter. "And, here I thought I would be the one to get dementia first."

Liz began to slowly unbutton his shirt. She ran her fingers lightly across his t-shirt covered chest.

"I think you would be more comfortable in bed," Liz told him.

Without opening his eyes, Jethro smiled. "Yeah, but, I get the feeling I'm not going to be sleeping any time soon."

Liz tried to sound shocked. "Why, Agent Gibbs, I wouldn't take advantage of you in your current state of exhaustion."

Jethro finally opened those amazing blue eyes. He sat up and stripped both of his shirts over his head. He tossed the shirts in the direction of one of the chairs. "It's been a long week without you. By all means, take advantage."

As Liz slid down on the sofa, she reflected that it had indeed been a very long week without this incredible man. She reached up to run her hand over Jethro's bare chest and shoulders. The first kiss was hungry and desperate. Kisses and touches were accompanied by gasps and moans. Liz barely slowed her assault as Jethro pulled her sweater over her head and flung it over the coffee table. His distraction gave her time to unbutton and unzip his jeans. He hissed as her hand found and closed around its target.

Liz snorted in surprise. "Commando, Agent Gibbs? I'm shocked."

Jethro made a strangled noise and couldn't stop the involuntary movement of his hips. "Haven't had time to do laundry. Ran out of clean clothes."

The kisses were even more urgent. Jethro had his arms under Liz. He was silently cursing the person who designed hooks. Tremors that ran through his body had shot his manual dexterity all to hell.

Concentrating on each other, neither of them heard the front door open. Jethro faintly heard someone call his name. He became aware that they weren't alone when he heard a horrified yelp. His head shot up and he looked over the arm of the sofa. He was in time to see Ziva spin an opened-mouthed Tony and push him towards the door. When the door closed behind them, Jethro looked down into wide, brown eyes. Liz had her hand over her mouth and was staring up at him in horror.

Jethro dropped his head on her shoulder. When she realized he was shaking with laughter, Liz smacked him on the back of the head. That only made it worse. The tension and anxiety of the past week finally found a release. It was several minutes before he was able to compose himself.

He wiped his eyes on a throw pillow and sat up. "I'm sorry, Sweetheart. I know you're embarrassed. I didn't mean for that to happen."

Liz sat up next to him. "Jethro, I know it wasn't intentional. But, how will I ever face them?"

Jethro couldn't stop his lips from twitching. "Serves them right. Now they know how it feels when I catch them playing grab ass."

"We were doing considerably more than 'playing grabb ass', Jethro," Liz tried her best to look stern.

"True." He shot her one of those wicked grins. "That definitely wasn't my ass you were playing with."

"Jethro!" Her initial shock gave way to a fit of giggles. "You are very naughty, Agent Gibbs. And, those poor kids are probably scarred for life."

He buttoned his jeans and stood up. He held out a hand. "Maybe they'll learn to knock."

Liz took his hand and stood. "You could lock the door."

"Hey! It's not my fault we didn't make it upstairs." Jethro dodged another smack to his head and pulled her in for a very thorough kiss.

When he finally released her, Jethro was serious. "I am sorry you were embarrassed. I'll talk to them tomorrow." He grinned. "And, I promise to make sure the door is locked before we have sex in the living room."

"You, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, are incorrigible." Liz let him lead her to the stairs. She snickered when he stopped to lock the front door. "What's that old saying about shutting the barn door after the horse it already out?"

Jethro laughed and steered her to the stairs. "I figure one or both of them will feel the need to come back over to apologize. Better safe than sorry."

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Ziva slammed her front door and leaned against it. She put her hand over her eyes as if she could shield them from the image that was indelibly seared into her memory. "They were….he was…she was…Oh, my God, Tony! They were! How dare they?" With that final outraged cry, the distraught young woman crossed the living room and plopped down on the sofa.

Tony paced from one side of her living room to the other. "I'll never sit on that couch again."

"He was…she was…" Ziva babbled again unable to put into words what they had witnessed.

"She had her hand…" Tony started.

Ziva cut him off. "Yes, Tony. I know where her hand was. I will thank you not to remind me."

Tony sat next to her. He never thought he would have to be the voice of reason. "Zi, I was as shocked as you were. But, they are consenting adults. They are engaged. And, it is his living room. Besides, they weren't doing anything we haven't done."

Shock was giving way to admiration. Tony knew he had a severe case of hero worship for his adopted dad. Inside he was cheering, 'Way to go, Boss.' Self preservation kept his mouth shut. He knew Ziva wouldn't appreciate the sentiment.

"I know they are engaged, Tony." Ziva spoke to him as if he were not too bright. "I know they are consenting adults. But, I did not want to see them actually consenting."

"I told you to knock," Tony felt compelled to point out the fact that their uninvited entry was not his fault.

"Yes, Tony. Thank you for reminding me." Ziva rose and Tony watched her stalk to the stairs. "I am going to bed."

"Am I spending the night?" Tony felt it best to ask.

"If you wish to sleep here, you may," Ziva called back as she continued up the stairs.

Tony locked the door and turned out the lights. He took a few seconds to contemplate the silence from upstairs and Ziva's rather frosty reply. As he trudged up the stairs, he felt a twinge of jealousy. It looked like Gibbs would be the only one getting lucky tonight.