She wakes up, in his arms. She finds him staring at her. Her eyes dance. He waits for her to push him away, like she always does. She doesn't. She moves closer, closing the space between him. Before he knows it, her lips are pressed to his. Finally they come up for air.
"If I didn't know better, I would think that you're trying to seduce me."
"I definitely am."
"It's not going to work," he argues.
"Isn't this special enough? Or, would you like to wait until after I push a watermelon out of my..."
He cuts her off, "Stop, just stop."
"You're going to have to make me," she insists.
He kisses her.
Before he can go any further the phone rings. She reaches over him, and grabs his phone. She clicks accept, and puts it to his ear.
"Hello? Yes. Ok. See you in a few," he hangs up. He puts the phone back, and groans.
"What is that about?"
"We have to go to work now."
"Oh," she rolls over.
When they arrive at work Tony makes a beeline for Gibb's desk. Gibbs looks up at him.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Can we talk?"
Gibbs gets out of his seat. "Lets go," he motions for him.
Ziva, and Tim watch from their desks, as Gibbs, and Tony walk past them, towards the elevator. They watch, until the elevator doors close.
Gibbs flips the emergency switch, and the elevator screeches to a halt. He looks at his senior field agent.
"Speak," Gibbs insists.
"I would like to punch you in the face right now, just so you know."
"I know."
"Good, I'm glad that you know."
"You want to talk about it?"
"You crossed a line."
"I know."
"It's your fault," DiNozzo continues.
"I know."
"All of this, it's your fault. You are her boss. You are supposed to be in control. You are the one who is supposed to keep us from making terrible, life altering decisions."
"I know."
"How could you even think that it would be ok?"
"I didn't."
"You betrayed me. You made my partner betray me."
"I didn't make her do anything."
"But you didn't stop her. You know how I..."
"No matter how many times anyone apologizes to you, it's never going to be enough."
"Why not?"
"Because the person that you're really angry at here, is not me."
"You think that I'm angry with Ziva?"
"Part of you is."
"Who else do I have to be angry with?"
"Yourself."
"For what? I'm not the one who took advantage of her, when she was drunk."
"You should know her well enough to know that nobody takes advantage of her."
"You crossed a line."
"I crossed a line, a professional boundary, but... I don't think you blame me."
"Yes I do, you're the one who slept with her, you're the one who got her pregnant."
"Why are you just getting angry at me now?"
"It's just starting to sink in."
"Why are you so angry at me? It's not like she belongs to you."
"But she should. It should have been me."
"Why wasn't it?"
"It was you instead."
"But why?"
"Because she... she trusts you. I betrayed her trust. She needed me to be there for her, and she was afraid that I couldn't be."
"I know."
"How did this happen? How did this get to be such a mess?"
"Everyone made mistakes."
"How do I fix it?"
"You should be talking to her, instead of me."
"I'm still angry at you."
"What would you like to do about it?"
"Punch you in the face."
Jethro crosses his arms over his chest. "Go ahead. I deserve it."
"No," DiNozzo shakes his head.
"I'm giving you permission."
DiNozzo turns the elevator back on. The doors open. Tim, and Ziva stand outside, waiting for them. Gibbs watches Tony as he walks past them.
"Grab your gear, we have a crime scene to be at," he hollers after him.
Hours later Gibbs makes his way, to Abby's lab. She spins around as he enters the room.
"I don't have anything for you yet, but I will in a minute."
"Abby?"
"Huh?"
"Is something on your mind? You've been awfully quiet lately."
"I'm worried about you."
"Why would you be worried about me?"
"You slept with Ziva."
"I know."
"And you also know that..."
"Yes, Abby, she told me."
"I just don't understand it."
"Understand what?"
"You sleeping with her. It is completely out of character for you. Tell me that she just thinks you slept together, and you didn't actually."
"Would that make you less worried?"
"Yes, but I want the truth."
"I slept with her."
"Why?"
"What do you mean, why?"
"You have good judgment..."
"Not always."
"This is different."
"What are you worried about?"
"Gibbs I think there is something wrong with you."
"Wrong with me?"
"It would put my mind at ease, if you would have an MRI of your head."
"Why?"
"Because something in your brain, that impairs judgment, that's the only reason I can think of, that you would allow yourself to sleep with her."