A/N: I love you all so much! Thanks for reviewing *sends a bunch of imaginary cookies your way*. I'm back at work for the day, so I might as well write another chapter. (It's not like I have anything to do anyway…) Part of me wants to write this story from the view of the papers they dropped, but it would just turn into humor, right?!

Chapter 2:

Ziva wasn't sure why, but she felt the sudden urge to turn around and face him, accidentally dropping her papers in the process. While her work scattered all over the floor, Jethro just stood there looking at her, mesmerized by her beauty, and suddenly the whole world seemed to stop around them.

As he took a step towards her, Jethro wasn't sure why – he wasn't sure he was even thinking at all. Her eyes seemed to draw him in, in a way that he wasn't used to. It was just one step. One step that could make their entire relationship turn into something way more complicated than they ever expected. One step that could end their friendship forever, while either starting something way better, or making a total fool out of Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

Steps like this shouldn't be taken lightly – both Gibbs and Ziva knew that – but this one was not planned. They didn't even give it a second thought – or a first one, for that matter.

As her boss stepped closer into her personal space, Ziva should have been surprised. She should have stepped back, should have walked out on him. Instead she just stood there, eyes wide, staring at him and subconsciously daring him to make another move. She wanted this to happen, wanted him to change their relationship forever. Without even considering all the implications, Ziva decided to meet him halfway – or rather, her instincts decided that. Her brain wasn't really involved at all.

After his step, Jethro's chest barely touched hers. She needed more. Leaning into him a bit further, she allowed him to loosely wrap his arms around her lower back – not a conscious move on his part, merely a reaction to her movements which could not be stopped by his emotionally fogged mind. Having his youngest agent pressed up against him had not been in his plan for the day – or the year, for that matter – but he wasn't about to complain.

Suddenly, the machine behind them started making noises again. They had subconsciously been moving closer towards it, Gibbs slowly pressing Ziva against it, but the machine did not seem to appreciate it.

Startled by the noises, the two agents almost sprang apart. After a second, Ziva bent down to pick up her scattered papers, while her mind kept racing and trying to find an explanation, how she had ended up pressed between Gibbs and an old copy machine.
They hadn't even been kissing. They hadn't really done anything wrong. They had just been standing there, his arms around her – and he could clearly remember Ziva's hands on his chest – staring at each other, as if they were characters in one of Tony's movies, who were shown falling in love in slow motion.

Baffled by his own actions, Gibbs just stood there, staring at some point in the air, where he had last seen Ziva's eyes, before she had hurriedly dropped to the ground to pick up the damn papers. Oh right, the papers. He had almost forgotten about the damn papers. His had dropped to the floor beside hers some time between his step and the whole arms-around-her-midriff thing.

Still lost in thought, he dropped down next to his beautiful agent, to pick up his own work. Of course, the whole situation had made them both very nervous and a little tipsy. When they accidentally bumped heads a moment later, they stared at each other for a second, only to turn their attention back to the papers when another noise was emitted from the copy machine behind them…

Well, he seems to be just as confused as me… That is good, is it not?!

Rule number 12. My own damn rule. Can't break it. Shouldn't break it. No.

When she had finally picked up all her papers from the floor, Ziva stood back up and walked towards one of the empty tables in the room. Her papers had gotten completely out of order.

Gibbs' own papers weren't any better sorted. Part of him – the part that was already thinking clearly again – knew he should go to one of the other tables and sort his papers, but another part of him – the part that noticed how her very nice-looking backside was right on eye-level, when he was kneeling, picking up papers – still seemed to be a bit stronger, as he got up and walked towards her with his papers.

Walking up to her, he noticed her tensing up and beginning to flush, her hands were still a bit shaky and he suddenly remembered the way she had looked at him earlier, on the floor, picking up papers. She wanted this just as much as he did, yet she was just as scared to ruin everything.

In a spur of the moment decision, he dropped his papers next to her on the table, turned her to face him in one swift move, and started kissing her passionately.

The coherent part of him gave him one last internal headslap, before shutting down due to the sensation of finally being able to kiss her and the realization that Ziva David was kissing him back.

TBC

A/N: I hope you like this little update. Maybe if the boss doesn't keep me too busy (does he ever?!) I might actually get another chapter done… maybe… But please review – I'll bake you some more imaginary cookies :D