Ziva should have felt the rub of restraint as Nico followed her through the Saturday market. Instead she chose to view his watchful gaze as a balm to her edgy nerves. Gibbs had declined to go shopping with her regretfully informing her had things he needed to do. She didn't question him despite the urge to do so.

Instead she relaxed and filtered through the myriad of booths. She had expected Nico to walk by her side, but he'd insisted for this day at least to trail behind her. She'd managed a grateful smile knowing he was trying to give her space to adjust to this newfound lack of independence.

She stopped now and then looking at various items even purchasing a few. She stopped at a booth that showcased jewelry suited for men rather than women and smiled at what she saw. She chose two items easily. The shopkeeper smiled at her as she wrapped up her purchases, "I made two of those, can't say why normally I only make one of each piece. But, from the look on your face I guess it was a good thing."

Ziva nodded as she took the packages Simple silver medallions engraved with a phoenix on one side, On the other side were the words "Through ashes we rise". She paid the woman and tucked the packages away.

She turned to move on and found herself face to face with a handful of roses. Bright red and very much in her space. The fragrant flowers caught her off guard even more so when she saw the man holding them. "Marcus."

"Ziva, it's good to see you again. A surprise but damn if I haven't missed you." He moved in to pull her into a hug, pausing when she stepped back.

Nico held back, watching but, letting Ziva handle whatever was happening in her own way. The need to stand by her side was strong but he held back knowing it wouldn't be welcome nor was it his place.

Ziva felt the slightest shudder run through her. Marcus was a chapter in her life that she had no desire to repeat. Even if it weren't for Jethro and Nico she still wouldn't have wanted to run into him. And part of her wondered at his timing. She had extracted herself from her very brief relationship with him through force of will and absolute need. He wanted to control and not in any way she enjoyed. He'd threatened and far too often tried to intimidate. She'd known better to fall into his trap and he'd been angry when she hadn't given into his charm.

"Hello Marcus." She took another step back her hand playing at the strap on her purse.

Marcus felt the same surge of desire he'd been missing since she'd left his life over three years earlier. He'd looked for her, found nothing and now suddenly here she was again. "I thought maybe you had moved."

Ziva fought the memories of why she'd been gone, and managed something like a smile. "I was….gone for a while but I needed to come back." She watched his mouth curve into an arrogant smile and stepped back another step.

"I wondered how long it would take you." Marcus tried to lay the flowers in her arms but was stopped by the firm hand of another man.

Marcus read the discomfort in Ziva's posture. She wasn't in danger, as always she was perfectly capable of caring for herself but the almost glance as she turned his way was enough to spur him closer. He approached offering a piece of fried bread he'd purchased earlier on a whim. "Sorry I took so long darling the line was long."

Ziva lifted her glance to Nico equal parts frustrated and grateful he'd stepped up. It was new territory being alone in public with him and it almost left her faltering. But then she felt his hand at the small of her back. That simple touch reminded her he had no intention of taking over, saw her as nothing but an equal. Her spine straightened and she focused instead on how she cared for him. "Do not apologize Nico. This is Marcus Neiman, we dated at one time."

Nico offered his hand and shook the other man's managing to refrain from squeezing to tightly. "Nice to meet you Marcus."

Marcus held back his rush of anger, instead he offered a neutral smile. The other man was a giant, despite his age he radiated power and confidence. And as Ziva tucked under his arm she looked quite content. It was his turn to step back, holding the flowers down at his side he took in Ziva's expression. There was only contentment, nothing like the faint hint of uncertainty he'd loved when they'd been together. "I apologize for interrupting your day Ziva I didn't realize you weren't alone."

Ziva didn't have to feign the blush as Nico stroked her cheek. Instead she felt the reminder of the powerful woman she was. "No offense taken Marcus, our relationship was a long time ago. I'm not worried about it and neither is Nico." It was nothing close to a lie. Even when she'd been with Marcus she hadn't ever felt true fear just the annoyance of uncertainty. She'd wanted to care about him and it had taken far too long to realize it was too much effort. She'd left on the very first night he'd raised his hand to her, not because she'd been afraid of him but because she'd known to stay a moment longer would mean she'd kill him. She'd taken enough lives and walking away was far easier. However, he had seen her leaving as a challenge and Marcus didn't like to lose.

Nico waited until they'd moved much further away from the other man before turning to look at her. "Are you alright Ziva? I didn't intend to interrupt you both, but I thought.."

Ziva looked up at smiled at him. "Do not apologize he is was not someone I ever hoped to see again. A brief relationship that I left as soon as he decided I should do what he wanted at any cost including hitting me." She almost smiled again at the anger she saw Nico fight. "He hit me one time, and I left. The only reason I didn't do any more was I knew I'd kill him or…"

"Jethro would." She looked away toward the booths around them before nodding.

"We were only teammates back then but yes, if he had found out."

"I don't think you and Jethro we were ever just teammates but I understand what you're saying."

Ziva laughed and continued walking. They passed a booth full of cotton and lace. She paused for a minute looking at the handmade dresses that reminded her of the stuff from fairytales. Full sleeves and long skirts. The wide array of colors had her fingering the fabrics and sighing, the texture that was such high quality it felt like silk. Shaking her head she offered a smile and a thank you to the woman manning the booth before attempting to move on.

Nico grasped her wrist gently "Choose one Ziva."

Ziva laughed softly. "That is not necessary Nico."

"I would like to see you in them…We would." He saw the shock of his statement in the way she subtly looked around them. She was wondering who had heard him but that was something to discuss later.

Ziva almost continued to argue, but instead she accepted his offer. There had been no command in his words just a gentle honesty she respected. She turned back to the fine garments and worked hard to decide between all the choices. There was the one in the softest shade of white she kept returning to, the soft plum shade but finally she settled on the blue that had snagged her attention in the first place. It was a cliché but it reminded her of Gibbs eyes. She picked it up and handed it to the woman who waited patiently.

Nico pointed to the two other dresses in the colors she'd liked. "We'll take those as well. And that." He pointed to an exquisite shawl. He handed over his credit card before turning to Ziva.

"It is too much, you are spoiling me."

"You should get used to it. I plan to do more of it. And I know Gibbs has his own ideas as well." Again he saw the flare of tension in her shoulders before she was quickly hiding it. After taking the packages they continued walking. She was very quiet simple trolling through the booths until abruptly she stopped and slowly turned a full circle. He watched as every one of her senses went on full alert. It was sexy as hell but he barely took the time to allow that thought to register as he too, took a long around them.

"What is it Ziva?"

"We are being watched. I do not know by who it is possible Marcus is still somewhere nearby but it feels different." The words to anyone other than another soldier might have sounded ridiculous but she watched him nod in agreement.

"We should go then." He waited for her to object. Instead she nodded matching his steps as they made their way toward his vehicle. He felt a sudden sweat on the back of neck as they grew closer to large parking lot which was more open than the crowded booths they'd left behind.

Only when they were in his truck and moving toward home did he feel the tension in both of them dissipate. Ziva glanced at him a look he couldn't read on her face. "Thank you Nico."

"For what?" he kept a careful eye on the road both in front of them and behind making sure they hadn't picked up a tail.

"Not questioning how I felt back there."

"You're not a fool Ziva. You've been well trained and that's an understatement. Of course I trust your instincts." She smiled before turning to stare out the window. "You should rest Ziva we have nearly an hour till we get home, especially in this traffic." Again he was surprised when she nodded and even more so when she lay across the trucks seat and rested her head in his lap. He rested his hand in her hair, wondering to himself how he'd been lucky enough to find such goodness with her and Gibbs.

Ziva stepped into Gibbs house still trying to shake off the sleep from the truck. Something felt different and as she looked around it dawned on her what that was. Gibbs' house had changed in the few hours she and Nico had been gone. Many of the things she'd left behind in her apartment had been placed here and there. It varied form a few pieces of furniture to rugs, pillows and some of the art she loved the most. There was a pile of her blankets resting on a low stool, a few of her knick-knacks and as she looked toward the kitchen she could see her pot rack hanging from his ceiling above the island adorned with her favorite cookware.

Gibbs came down the stairs recognizing the concern in the way Nico looked at him put pushing it aside as he saw the smile on Ziva's face. "I wanted you to feel like this was your home. Not just a place to stay." He offered his hand and had her follow him upstairs.

Ziva stepped into his bedroom and felt the sting of happiness in her eyes. "Oh Jethro, thank you." Her dresser had been tucked against a wall. Another blanket, one given to her by her mother rested at the foot of the bed, and gone were all her suitcases. Instead her things were hung in the closet and presumable tucked away in her dresser. "You did not have to do this."

"Do you think I planned on letting you leave now that you are here?"

Ziva answered the only way she knew he would accept. "No, but neither did I want you to feel as though you had no other choice."

"You belong to me Ziva. That has not changed regardless of what has happened, what will happen. And, I want you here."

Ziva felt the stroke of his fingers along her neck and sighed at the sensation. "I love you Jethro, so much more than you know."

"And I you Ziva, as much as I'd like to indulge our need right now. I think we need to talk or at least that is the sense I got from Nico." Her lashes fluttered down, her gaze no longer meeting his. And her pulse shifted beneath his hand. It wasn't one of pleasure it was the fast flutter of fear. "Change into something from the same drawer as last time Ziva, then come downstairs."

Gibbs met Nico in the kitchen finding him putting together a meal. "What happened."

Nico went over the details of their encounter with Marcus and their abrupt exit from the Saturday market. He saw the barely held anger in Gibbs' posture and couldn't blame him. "But the bigger worry I have is, I may have made a mistake one that pushed perhaps too hard on her."

Gibbs grabbed a beer and handed one over. "She'll be down in just a moment so spit it out." He almost laughed at the dirty look Nico gave him.

"I referred to us as in all of us in public. There were people near enough to hear, it wasn't something I did to see how she'd react it just was. At least the first time, she seemed concerned by it." He turned off the oven and set aside the salad he'd made as he turned toward Gibbs. "She is ultimately yours Gibbs and I know that.."

"Stop Nico I can assure you I am in no way bothered by this. She will adjust." He might have said more but he heard her step into the kitchen and as he turned he felt his breath catch. She'd chosen matte black leather. Much like a teddy it caressed every curve cinched together at the waist up to the tops of her breasts by buckles that had his hands itching to undo them. She'd paired them with knee high leather boots that held the same buckles. Those very boots had inspired the purchase of the corset like lingerie she wore. Her hair was pulled back in a long sleek ponytail. She was cock-teasingly beautiful and next to him Nico let loose with an expletive he heartily agreed with.

"You look beautiful Ziva, so very fuckable I think dinner will wait until later." He walked toward her looking her up and down. "But I think something is missing." He watched as her eyes almost shifted to look at him. Instead they stayed looking down even as he walked past her into the living room. "You will follow us Ziva."

He waited until both she and Nico had entered the living room and he'd secured the door and window shades. "The box on the coffee table Ziva you will open it and bring the item inside to Nico."

Ziva moved to the coffee table opened the box and as she lifted the lid felt her breath catch. There was a variety of items but she didn't have to be told what he was referring to. The thick black leather collar was nearly identical to the one she'd worn in the pictures. So different from the one she wore to show her belonging to Gibbs she had no reservations as she picked it up and took it to Nico.

Ziva placed the collar in his hands and without having to be told rested her hands on his shoulders. Nico felt the weight of that gesture slam into him. His eyes moved first to Gibbs seeing nothing but approval in his eyes, and then to hers. Desire rested there, anticipation and what he was now recognizing as the craving for this moment as much as his and Gibbs'. Without further hesitation he took the collar and looped it around her neck. Once buckled it rested just right above the metal of the one Gibbs had given her.

Ziva couldn't fight the audible sigh as the leather held tight around her throat. It was snug not so much that she had any difficulty breathing, but enough to remind her at every breath that she was wearing it. Many times in her life she'd been restrained, nearly strangled and yet this sensation with these two men had her shaking with lust. It wasn't something she didn't understand but accepted as much as they did. A tug on the collar had her shifting to her knees beside the couch as Nico and Gibbs sat. Between them she felt the heady rush of pleasure.

Gibbs watched Nico tug hard at the leather around her neck the simple gesture aroused him far more than he might have admitted "We should talk Ziva. You are mine you understand this."

Ziva nodded even as her breathing became unsteady. "Yes sir."

"And Nico is part of our life now this you understand as well."

Ziva fixed her eyes on Nico before turning back to Gibbs "Yes sir."

"Do you have objections or doubts about this any longer?" Her eyes didn't falter as they watched him. Gibbs had expected her eyes tor remain downcast but she had read the situation and he was damn proud. "Speak freely when you answer."

"No Jethro I do not." She knew then what this was about. "Earlier….I did not know we would be public about this aspect of our relationship." She frowned before shifting her gaze to Nico. "It is not shame Nico, just surprise and the uncertainty of what Jethro is comfortable with."

Gibbs watched as her eyes hit the floor. A look at Nico showed the equal surprise they felt. "Know this Ziva you are mine, more than anyone else in this world you belong to me. While Nico might find the will to walk away should you or I ask it of him. I will never leave you. That said, nothing you share with Nico, no matter who knows about the three of us I will never fell shame, I will never be angry, nor will I ever hide it. Unless, you specifically ask, me to. If you wish the three of us as a partnership to remain a secret you must ask. There will be no repercussions whatsoever but I will need to hear your request so I know for certain."

Ziva felt Nico's hand lift her chin until she was looking directly at him once again. "I will not be offended Amorina if that is what you wish but in this you must be honest. There can be no lies between the three of us." It was a tremendous gift Gibbs was giving all of them. The chance, to live as they wished without shame. But as was the case with a submissive she held the choice.

Ziva took in a breath before watching them both for a long moment. Her past, the fears that came with it, the uncertainty of what people would think briefly flitted through her mind before finally the right choice settled upon her. "I have no wish to hide what we are." It was more bravery than she truly had but it was also the truth that forced its way from her lips.

Gibbs stood stripping his clothes quickly before bringing Ziva's mouth to his. "I need the rough edges tonight my love." Her eyes, the beautiful dark color he loved to lose himself in hazed over as he pushed her further down and grabbed at the thick ponytail. "Suck my cock Ziva."

Ziva took him in her mouth not working slowly but taking him deep even as he pulled harder on her hair. A hand at the back of the heavy leather collar had Gibbs' cock slipping deeper almost too deep but as she felt another hand sliding the glide of oil between her ass cheeks she felt a rush of desire and her throat relaxed. She felt the heavy pressure of the solid glass anal plug that had been in the box next to the collar as it slipped inside her. Only seconds later she felt Nico's cock slide inside her.

"So full Ziva every bit of you filled. Someday maybe the two of us will fill you in an entirely different way than you can imagine.." Gibbs saw the barely restrained need as Nico understood exactly what he was referring to. The harsh tug on her collar from Nico had Gibbs offering a smug smile toward him. Ziva was looking at him in a way that told him once again despite her experience there were still things they could learn together. He pushed deeper into her throat as his hand landed heavily on the bare skin of her bottom. He'd wanted to explore more tonight, see just how far she would allow him to go with the very rough edges he mentioned but his body had other ideas. Her throat was working him masterfully and as he heard her cry out he couldn't stop his body from reacting the same way. Seconds later Nico was grasping her shoulders and shouting out his own release.