A/N: Here you go… a little sequel, since this got 22 reviews (which makes me extremely happy) and I kinda had a bit of an idea, because the copy machine didn't really get all the attention it deserved :)

'Are they at it in the copy room again?!', Tony muttered, annoyed at his co-workers' newfound intimacy, or rather at the fact that the little deserted copy room had turned into their little love nest.

Before all this ever started, the copy room had been deserted, because everyone had forgotten that it ever existed. Now, however, no one really wanted to use it anymore, the copy machine had developed a temperament over the years. It would not copy things for anyone, no matter what, and if you even touched it, it would make the loudest, most annoying sounds. There really was no point in anyone even trying to copy things in that room.

Thankfully, all the other copy machines had been repaired quickly, leaving them without the ability to copy for only a week or so, which was not made easier by the fact that that little, forgotten copy room seemed to be occupied a lot.

Gibbs and Ziva had started a thing. A thing – that was exactly what they had decided to label it when it started and that's what it has been ever since. Of course, 'telling the team' had been part of their initial actions, as much as disclosing their new relationship status to Vance, and making sure that rule number 12 wasn't going to stand in their way.

When Jethro had looked through his rules that night, he realized that the rule was phrased as follows: 'Do not get romantically involved with a co-worker.' In this form, the rule had been broken many, many times before, as no one ever really has control over who they fall in love with. However, no matter what, the rule had been broken completely now – the copy machine, his unfinished boat, his front door, his bed and even Gibbs' kitchen counter could attest to that.

Considering all experiences he had collected on this topic over the years, Leroy Jethro Gibbs decided to rephrase the one rule that had always gotten him into trouble.

'Do not let your personal relationships interfere with your work.'

Even friendships could complicate things, not only romances, and what was really the problem with any kind of relationships in the workplace, as long as they did not impair your ability to do your work. Thinking about it, trying to ignore feelings that are clearly there – and which cannot be influenced by the rational mind – could be a lot more harmful than facing those feelings and dealing with them – in whatever way.

'Well, they did leave some time ago… Coffee usually doesn't take them this long, so yeah, they're probably in the copy room.', offered McGee, not quite caring anymore. The boss and the young Israeli were obviously having happy with the current situation and Tim wasn't about to stand in the way of that by being as cranky and annoying as Dinozzo had turned out to be. Of course, McGee hadn't had a crush on Ziva since she got here.

Tony had been very jealous and he had showed it more every day, earning a few icy stares from Ziva and headslaps from Gibbs at particularly rude comments. He just couldn't understand how Ziva had chosen the boss over him, yet he actually really could. Gibbs was dependable and grown up, whereas Tony was – well – neither. Sometimes he thought back to all the years before the two love-birds had gotten it on, and remembered that there would always be moments when they threw loving looks at each other, which they would have denied to the death. Dinozzo had always felt that there was something between the two agents, but had never really acknowledged it, or rather had had to acknowledge it. The fact that they were now openly acting on those feelings – holding hands when leaving at night, randomly smiling at each other across their desks, getting coffee together, arriving at the same time in the morning, going copying together… – made Tony slightly sick. It would take him some time, maybe watching their wedding and stuff, to get used to seeing them together – and he was sure they would get married someday. Everyone was sure of that.

Abby had been urging them to make their 'thing' a real, real thing and call it something other than 'thing' for once, but she had not succeeded yet. However, she – just like everyone else – was sure that they would get to that point eventually. Maybe they had already reached that stage in their lives, but weren't really aware of it yet. Abby would make sure that they didn't forget to change the label of their 'thing', reminding them over and over again. One day, she would succeed. One day.

Ducky was just really happy for his best friend. He had never seen the guy so at ease with life and so enthusiastic about a relationship. Yes, he was allowed to call it that. Gibbs had learned not to disagree with Ducky on things that mattered. Besides that, Ducky believed that Jethro knew where his relationship with Ziva would inevitably end up, and he did not seem to mind.

*ruff* *ruffffffffff* *ruffffufffffuffffuffffffffffffff*

The copy machine cheered them through their finish with its loud, yet not annoying sounds. It seemed to have developed two settings: 'loud and painfully annoying' and 'loud, but almost pleased'. The latter had accompanied their mutual orgasm several times. Somehow, the copy machine, that had annoyed every single person in the building, seemed to enjoy Ziva and Gibbs' sexy times almost as much as they did. Or maybe they were imagining things. Maybe.

As they came down off their high, they smiled at each other and listened as the copy machine kept cheering for a moment longer. It was the weirdest, yet most adorable thing a copy machine had ever done in their company.

*ruffffffffffffff*

An agent, who had been working in this part of the building for several years now, walked by the door of the copy room right at that moment.

Great, the horny people are at it again. Well at least they seem to calm down the copy machine. It never makes those noises with me…Was all he thought as he passed the door and disappeared around the next corner.

The End

A/N: I'm sorry… I had this image in my head of a very weird copy machine that actually has a soul – because machines totally do. Seriously. The copy machine in the office I work in right now (which is the one this was based on) always needs some special treatment and sounds horrible… but I like it. She doesn't let anyone just use her to copy stuff – I respect that. (Yes, in my mind the copy machine is female… she's feisty and powerful and despite her attitude she is very productive. So yeah. She's female.)

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