Rifiuto: Non Miriena

"Are you sure you are okay, Tim? You are awful quiet." He glanced at her, before glancing in the rear view mirror. Asher was buried in his book, not paying attention.

"Yeah, I'm fine, Ziva. I promise. Just... tired is all."

"Perhaps we should make a coffee run, ken?" She asked, grinning. Tim chuckled.

"Maybe." He agreed. She reached over, taking his hand in hers and squeezing briefly. Asher's green eyes watched before he returned to his book as Tim once again glanced at him in the mirror.

Asher glanced at his parents as they rode the elevator. Tim and Ziva stood silently, sharing an entire conversation without saying a word, though the sight of their laced fingers told a different story. The boy grinned to himself, excited. Even if his parents refused to admit it to themselves or each other, they were falling in love- had always been in love- no matter how much they protested. When the elevator opened, Tim stepped out, letting go of Ziva's hand, and making a beeline for the director's office. Ziva took Asher's hand, and they waited by the bullpen for Tim to come back.

"Director Shepard said she would be happy to watch over you, Asher, okay?" The boy nodded, licking his lips nervously.

"The redhaired lady that Mr. Gibbs likes?" He asked, glancing at his mother, who nodded.

"Ken. Jenny." Ziva clarified as Tim chuckled.

"Now, you be good for her, okay?" The boy nodded as Tim knelt down to stare into his own green eyes.

"I will Abba." He whispered. Though he liked Jenny, he still didn't like being separated from his parents. Especially Tim. After hearing their story up in Jenny's office, Asher didn't want to let his father out of his sight, for fear he would be taken away from them like he had been before Asher was even born.

Tim gave him a small smile. "Good." The boy wrapped his arms around his father's neck, holding tight to him. "I love you." He whispered, pressing a kiss to his son's head.

"I love you too, Abba." Then, Asher went to Ziva before following Cynthia upstairs to Jenny's office. Neither one noticed the boy turn back on the stairs and watch them. Once they were gone, Tim led Ziva around a corner, pulling her into his arms. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in the sweet scent of her blackberry shampoo, before pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

"I found a list." She pulled away, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" Tim sighed, leaning back again the wall and running his hands up her sides before taking her hands. It was just past oh-four-thirty, and the two had the whole bullpen to themselves, including the surrounding hallways and nooks. He nodded.

"Yeah, on the kitchen table. Asher wrote it. Said it was his 'List of Things to Do to Get Abba and Ima Married' and it had a list of things-"

"Wait, he told you?" Tim shook his head.

"No, he refused to tell me what it was. But it had a list of things to do to get us together."

"Like what?" She asked, lacing their fingers and leaning back on her heels. He let her lean back before pulling her gently forward.

"Like making us fall in love and having me propose and you say yes." She raised an eyebrow, leaning back again before allowing him to tug her forward. Only this time she stumbled, landing against his chest, sending him completely back against the wall. He grunted, wincing slightly as his back hit the wall, and Ziva looked up at him.

"Well, technically, you did propose, and technically, I did say yes." She met his gaze, grinning when he caught on about their conversation the night before. "So... technically, we are engaged."

"If you want to get technical." She nodded.

"Ken, of course, if you want to get technical." She replied, gaze darting to his lips. "So, what else was on our son's... lips?" He noticed the slip, but didn't call her on it; instead, he focused on the way her teeth were worrying the soft skin of her bottom lip. She ran a hand down his chest, working on the buttons as she went, until she splayed her hand over the warm skin of his chest. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her fingers and smiled.

"Marry you and make you an American." He replied, one hand moving down to grasp her ass. She giggled, pressing herself closer to him.

"Smart boy; then again, he gets his mind from his Abba." Tim grinned, and Ziva returned it. "And his Abba is a smart man." A moment passed, before she whispered, "What else did his list say?" Tim pretended to think a minute, before,

"Be a happy family. Forever." He replied, pulling her closer. "And I intend to do just that."

He leaned down, capturing her lips in his. He ran his tongue over her lower lip, begging entrance, and after a moment, she let him. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss with each tug closer. He tasted every nook and cranny of her mouth before slowly running his teeth along her bottom lip and tugging gently. After each gentle tug, he'd return his mouth to hers and drink her in more. Slowly, his hands moved from her waist and ass to her hips, sliding under the red shirt she wore to gently caress her skin. She tugged him away from the wall and walked him backwards, towards the men's bathroom, pushing him against the door. By the time the door closed behind them, he'd already pushed her shirt up, exposing her stomach, fingers playing along the skin that held the faint scars of the stretch marks she still bore from her pregnancy eight years prior. Her small hand worked to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt as he lifted her onto the skin and worked to remove the tan jacket-like over shirt off her body as he continued to push the red t-shirt higher-

The only thing that stopped them both from going completely over the edge was the hard smack to both of their heads and the angry growl,

"Keep your hands off each other or I will kill you both!"