A/N: I just noticed, I could totally have ended it there… but you probably want a little smut now, right?! And I'm not one to avoid smut myself, so here goes :D

After a while, I kinda got the idea, that this chapter couldn't be just smut… 'cause I needed more… so a friend gave me a word do build in somehow… the word is POLICE.

Chapter 4:

After looking at each other for a moment, appreciating the fact that they didn't need to hide their want anymore, Gibbs slowly stepped between her legs again, which were still dangling off the edge of the table. Ziva's hands went straight back to the waistband of his pants, where both of them slipped in to caress his bottom. He groaned and leaned in to capture her lips with his. His hands were trailing over her back, her sides, her waist, bringing her closer to him while kissing her deeply.

She wasn't exactly sure when, but at some point she must have opened his belt and slid down his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Freeing his little friend from his underwear – though there was nothing little about it -, she smiled up at him mischievously for a moment, contemplating if her first thought should really be said out loud. He looked back at her with a bit of confusion in his eyes, yet her reaction to his erection seemed to make him very happy.

'Well, if the police ever try to arrest you, they are going to need an extra set of handcuffs for this guy…' Out loud, this sounded way worse than it had in her head – a clear sign that her head wasn't really doing much thinking right now.

He smiled, 'Only when it's you who's doing the arresting…'

Of course he was going to go with it – his mind was about as fogged as hers.

She grinned at him for a second before deciding that there had been enough talking. Kissing him deeply, Ziva let one of her hands run up and down his throbbing member while the other was working the buttons of his shirt. His jacket had fallen to the ground some time earlier and neither of them was sure what part of the room it had landed in. Nowhere close to the copy machine, probably, since that thing hadn't sprung back into action yet.

Gibbs let out a deep growl as Ziva's hand sped up around his cock. 'Not gonna last long, if you keep doing that…', he said as he stilled her hand with his own. She complied and let her hand join the other in the quest to open his shirt. Her actions were interrupted when she let him take off her own shirt and bra, throwing them somewhere across the room.

*ruffffffff* *ruffffuffffffufffffuffffffffff*

Her clothes must have hit the copy machine. It sprung back into action, making Ziva and Gibbs laugh a little.

They had slowed in their movements, reminded of reality, but hadn't completely stopped undressing each other. His hands had found the buttons on her jeans, flicking it open and then slipping a hand inside her panties, staring at her as his fingertips grazed her clit and she let out a low moan, closing her eyes in the process. Proud of himself, Jethro let his hand venture further for just a moment, before leaving her pants entirely. Her eyes opened suddenly and she could see him grin slightly. She had never actually seen him grin. The occasional smile, yes, but never a grin – at least none like this.

A moment later, Jethro lifted her off the table for just a second, to take off her pants and, just as the sounds of the machine began to stop, her panties joined her pants on the floor.

When the machine fell completely silent, Ziva and Gibbs could hear both their phones buzzing. Ziva's pants still lay closer, so Gibbs reached for the phone in her pockets and handed it to her. Work first.

'What is it, Dinozzo?!', she sounded way more annoyed than she had intended and Jethro smirked as he bent down to kiss her down her neck. One way or another, he fully intended to finish this some time today, without either of them freaking out due to the inappropriate nature of this – whatever it was.

'So we do not have a new case, yes?!... Then what do you need me for?... I am still searching for a copy machine myself. Do you not think I would have told you if I had found one?!', she could feel Gibbs grinning into her neck, 'So keep waiting in line until you get your copies… What?!', she really sounded annoyed now, 'You are looking for another copy machine now?! What abandoned hallway are you in?... Tony?!... I already went down that one, there is nothing there… No, Tony, I mean it, there is nothing there…'

Gibbs could feel her tense up and he realized exactly how close they were to being walked in on – and that by none other than Tony Dinozzo.

TBC

A/N: So that's it for now… I might write more today, though… maybe… if I have some inspiration… I baked imaginary cake – every reviewer gets a piece :D