GIBBS POV

Her name was Ziva David. She was the most beautiful woman to walk the Earth; at least that's what he thought and few people would argue that he was wrong. Her caramel colored skin and chocolate curls upon her head made her look like a luscious candy. He longed for her body, to touch her, to feel her and to hear her moan. But as these thoughts crossed his mind he silently cursed himself. He was much too old for her, she would never want someone like him, but he was wrong.

ZIVA POV

She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling wishing that it was his face instead of a blank canvas. She tossed and turned wanting him beside her so badly. Wanting him inside her so badly. A few tears rolled down her soft face staining the caramel colored skin. She felt so much pain at not being able to tell him she loved him. She sighed and waited for sleep to envelop her, and envelop her it did.

GIBBS POV

He awoke early the next morning and as he rolled out of bed he groaned and growled at the same time. He groaned because he had the most painful erection he'd ever experienced. It pulsated and ached, waiting for release. He growled because he realized that his briefs were wet and sticky. The joys of being a man, he thought to himself. He stood and walked into his bathroom. It was plain and was what you would expect a man like Gibbs to have as a bathroom. He stripped off his briefs and threw them in the laundry basket and started the shower. Stepping into the warm water he wondered why he hadn't chosen a cold shower on this particular morning. But without realizing, he grasped his erection, groaning both in pain and in pleasure. He ran his hand from base to tip, harder, faster, harder, and faster. Release finally washed over him. He shuddered as he watched his efforts wash down the drain. He felt guilty. Guilty because of the woman he thought of the entire time…

ZIVA POV

Ziva sighed as she padded softly down the stairs. She grabbed the milk and cereal and poured it into a bowl, but as she did so she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Tired, she thought. She sat down at her small table and enjoyed her morning breakfast while reading a novel. After she had finished she walked slowly back up the stairs and went to get dressed for the day. While she was getting dressed she felt dizzy again and sat down on the edge of her bed, pulling on her shoes. She recovered and stood and walked down the stairs, grabbed her coat and keys and left her driveway for NCIS.

GIBBS POV

Gibbs was sitting at his desk finishing up a report from one of their cases when the elevator dinged. He looked over to see Ziva stepping out of the elevator with Mcgee following right behind her. As soon as he saw her he looked away as quickly as possible, replaying the morning's events in his mind. He was afraid that if he looked at her long enough she might be able to pick up on his guilt, she had been trained to read people, he quickly remembered. But as he glanced back up at her for just a second more he noticed that she didn't look well, the usual caramel color she had, had turned to a slightly yellow shade. He wondered why…

What do you think? To be continued...