Chapter 5:

'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.

'I am serious, Tony. There is nothing on that hallway!', she tried to convince him, while Gibbs stepped away from her and tried to barricade the door by moving one of the tables against it. Then he went back to Ziva, lifted her off her table and carried her to the other one.

Taking her phone from her, he smiled mischievously and hung up on Tony. 'He can't really open the door like that, can he?!'

Ziva smirked and drew him closer with her legs around his hips, kissing him and starting right where they had left off.

'Hey, McGee! I found a copy room!', they could hear Tony yell just outside the door.

'Great! Does it have a functioning copy machine, or is it about as dead as every other machine in the house?', McGee was walking down the hallway towards them.

The door opened, or at least Tony seemed to try opening it.

'Damn, I think it's locked…', he told McGee.

'Or someone turned an old copy room into a storage closet. Looks like we have to keep looking. When Ziva said there was nothing here, did she mention the locked copy room or…', McGee wondered.

'No she didn't… What if she found the copy room before us and locked herself in it, so she could have it all to herself? She sounded like she was hiding something and she did hang up on me…'

Damn, Tony and his talent for investigations. Ziva and Gibbs thought in unison.

However, just because he had an idea of what was going on and just because the two agents wouldn't leave the hallway anytime soon, didn't mean that Jethro and his perfect little ninja had to stop doing what they were doing. After all, the door was about as jammed as it could be. Besides, NCIS had no official rule against this and breaking his own rule was starting to grow on him just like his need for Ziva was growing second by second, leaving him unable to stop this, even if he wanted to.

Jethro positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, looking her into the eyes once more, as if asking permission. Outside, they hear Tony and McGee arguing over the theory that they might have been deceived by Ziva. She decided she didn't give a damn and hooked her legs around his hips again, drawing him closer while he pushed inside of her.
Her eyes fell shut as she had to adjust to his length. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen, second only to the sounds she made only moments later, when he started moving inside of her.

It should have concerned them, that Tony and McGee fell silent the second Ziva moaned for the first time. The walls were thin and Ziva's moans weren't quiet. Yet Jethro didn't care and neither did Ziva.

ZibbsZibbsZibbsZibbs

Tony and McGee looked at each other as if they had seen a ghost. Someone who sounded suspiciously like Ziva was moaning loudly in the copy room.

They heard a groan.

Some guy was obviously getting really lucky right now.

Wait. Was that Gibbs?!

Another groan.

Tony stared at the door, while McGee tried to look through the keyhole.

'There's definitely some form of light in there and the door is not locked, so something must be jamming it.', Tim observed.

'Really, McGeek? How can you seriously think about opening that door right now? Would you want to walk in on Ziva and some guy making out?'

Another loud moan of Ziva's, followed by a groan of the guy, who sounded more and more like Gibbs.

'Well, probably not only making out, judging by that…'

They heard Ziva moan again, 'hmmm, Jethro…'

'Okay, I definitely don't want to walk in on THAT.', Tony added, dragging McGee away from the door and down the hallway as fast as possible.

They heard a table slamming into the door from the inside. Over and over and over again. Faster, harder, followed by loader moans and groans of their co-workers, until they heard Ziva scream their boss' name loudly and the slamming stopped.

Tony blinked a few times into the direction of the room, shook his head, and walked away, determined to forget about this forever. McGee seemed to be frozen in place for a second until he followed Tony back to the bullpen.

ZibbsZibbsZibbsZibbs

Screaming his name, Ziva reached her climax – her inner muscles convulsing around him, until he followed her into oblivion.

There they were, naked in a copy room. Her legs were still wrapped around him. He still filled her, while slowly softening inside of her. With her arms around his neck and his around her back, they felt closer than ever before, and neither of them wanted to break contact in any place. Slowly lifting his head from where he was somewhat biting her shoulder, Jethro looked into his lovers eyes and smiled.

They had finally admitted their feelings. Not in many words, or any at all, but in the way that worked well. They had also outed their new intimacy to their co-workers, who must be either very confused right now, or a bit angry that he broke his own rule while he held everyone else to such high standards. Either way, Leroy Jethro Gibbs couldn't care less. His Ziva was right where she belonged and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Her arms fell from their spot around his neck, but quickly wrapped around his torso. This was going to last a little longer – she was going to make sure of that.

The thing they had just started wouldn't be a one-time-thing. It would happen over and over again, and they would be happy together. The rest of the team would have to accept that somehow, but right now, Ziva and Gibbs were the only people that mattered.

ZibbsZibbsZibbsZibbs

When they finally felt the need to separate, they slowly got dressed. Jethro put the table back in its original spot, while Ziva sorted both their papers. She was still sorting when Gibbs put his arms around her from behind, hugging her close and kissing her neck. Ziva smiled, but felt the need to ask just one question.

'What about rule number 12?'

In that very moment, the copy machine sprang back into action, even though no one had even gotten close to touching it.

*rufffffff* *ruffffuffffufffffffff*

They both laughed silently and Gibbs kissed her neck again.

'I'm gonna have to rethink that one…', he answered, which earned him an approving *rufffffff* from the copy machine and a happy chuckle from Ziva.

'Maybe I could cook you dinner sometime while you think about a loop hole for your rule…'

He smiled and knew that, as rule number 12 would get thrown out on the way home tonight, Ziva's food would not be the only thing he would get to enjoy tonight.

The End.

A/N: I hope you liked it… Maybe if I get bored enough, you might get some dinner party a few weeks later, where they officially tell the team and stuff… but just maybe…