Hello everyone! I hope you all haven't died of shock... Sorry about MASSIVE delay. I didn't have any internet for like 3 months... But now it's back! so I'll now commence with my updating!

I still don't own anything, apart from the characters I made up (Which apparently hasn't happened yet...)

"Ah, Ziva dear. How are you?" Mrs Hudson asked her as she walked through the door of 221B Baker Street.

"Fine. I just had a small argument with Lestrade about Sherlock having evidence an all, but there we go."

"I'll bring some tea up for you all later dear. It may help you relax."

"Thank you Mrs Hudson."

"No problem love."

And with that Ziva climbed the stairs to join Sherlock and John, and Mrs Hudson began preparing the tea.

A few long uneventful weeks followed for the trail went cold, as did the weather, and soon enough it was only a few days until Christmas. Leon (the director of NCIS) had been very kind and had secured the NCIS team with a flat close to Sherlock's and Lola Dermonte had flown in per the director's request. Sherlock and Ziva had grown closer per day, much to Tony and Molly's displeasure, and John had befriended Abby, much to McGee's disliking (whether he admitted it or not), and they had grown closer too.

Gibbs was in Lestrade's office one cold night when the snow fell not only from the sky but it ventured out from the whitewashed arms and hands of the trees and bushes in London town and they found themselves talking.

"So what's this Sherlock guy's story?" Gibbs asked leaning back into his chair further, taking a long welcomed sip of the scolding coffee.

"Sherlock? Well I'm not entirely sure to be honest. Um... his brother, Mycroft, is quite high up in the government; some might even say he is the government because he has immense power. That's all I can tell you about his family really. He was quite closed off from society and almost completely absorbed himself in his work until Ziva came along. She was a godsend honestly. She's been really good to him and John, she was the only one, apart from John obviously, who really spoke to him. That did him the world of good."

"Yeah, she's like that Ziva."

"I can tell you think of her as a daughter. And I can tell you Mrs Hudson, their land lady, has really warmed to her and she thinks of her as a daughter just as much as she thinks of the boys as her sons." He said with a soft smile on his face.

"She's a good person. I just hope her demons don't catch up with her."

"Why? What do you mean?"

"Well... she used to work for Mossad and her father was the director. He'd continuously send her on dangerous missions. Once he even left her to die in Somalia when she was captured by terrorists."

"Oh God..."

"I know. But she's killed so many people and done so many things all because of he father's orders. It's a wonder no one has ever come after her yet."

"Well all we can do is hope that they never do."

The next Day

Ziva and Sherlock were sitting at opposite sides of the room when John walked in from shopping; after all it was his turn. Ziva's skirt was ruffled considerably and Sherlock's jacket was in the corner of the room tangled in Ziva's high heels, his hair was dishevelled, his buttons were done up wrong and a few too many were undone towards the top.

"What are you doing?" John asked, suspiciously eyeing the two.

"Reading." Sherlock said flatly holding up his book so that John could see.

"Reading?"

"Yup." Ziva stated matter-of-factly not looking up from a book of her own.

"Mmhmm" John replied sceptically.

"Ah John, there you are." Mrs Hudson said entering the room. "Oh... am I interrupting something?" She answered noticing the state of the other two occupants of the room.

"No." Sherlock and Ziva replied quickly.

"I think we should go downstairs now Mrs Hudson." John said eyeing the two suggestively.

Mrs Hudson noticed the look John gave them and gave a smug smile, and a look that could rival John's in its suggestiveness, before going downstairs with John closing the door behind him as he left.

"Do you think they'll ever believe we were reading?" Sherlock asked once they were out of earshot.

"Doubt it. But hey, where's the fun it that?" She asked placing her book on the coffee table beside her before walking over to the sofa Sherlock was sitting on and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Little did they know that John and Mrs Hudson were eavesdropping out side the door.

"Let's resume where we left off shall we." He asked huskily standing up. Ziva only gave a hum of contempt before kissing him passionately her fingers making light work of the shirt as he undid the bow on the back of her green dress, which hugged her figure well, slowly sliding it down her shoulders, the silky fabric falling from her petite frame to the floor revealing her toned figure.

Outside, after about an hour of listening to the two, John looked as if he was going to throw up and Mrs Hudson was smiling like a loony.

"Well... I guess we were right about the whole sex thing." John said shifting uncomfortably.

"It's all very romantic isn't it?"

"More like disturbing." He said with a cringe. "Well they didn't do a good job of hiding it did they?"

"Not really, no."

"How'd you fancy a cuppa then Mrs Hudson?" He said, changing the subject.

"Yes that would be very nice John."

"C'mon then. We'll leave them to it then shall we?" And with that they stood up and descended the stairs to make some tea and to get as far away from the couple as possible.

Later that day - St Bart's Hospital

"You two have fun earlier did you?" John asked waltzing into the lab where both Sherlock and Ziva were sitting testing some thing or another. They both shared an almost nervous glance as Ziva shifted the pipette between her fingers and Sherlock turned to the microscope with renewed interest.

Tony, Gibbs and Lestrade entered the lab and the uncomfortable atmosphere hit then like a ton of bricks.

"We'll come back." Lestrade said retreating back towards the door.

"No!" Ziva shouted before softening her tone. "I mean, no, no, it's fine."

"What can I do for you Detective Inspector?" Sherlock asked politely, abruptly confusing all other occupants of the room.

"See Sherlock. Was it really that hard?" Ziva asked as if she was talking to a child.

"Yes." He said bluntly causing a slight chuckle form Ziva. The confusion on the others faces quickly morphed into amusement.

"So what were you guys talking about?" Lestrade asked noticing the way Ziva was staring at the table like it was the most interesting thing in the world, her cheeks flushed, and Sherlock was looking through the microscope like the substance he was looking at would vanish at any second.

"Well..." John said, drawing out the word. "We were just talking about how much fun Ziva and Sherlock had earlier!" He added, putting an extremely over-the-top emphasis on the word fun, as Sherlock cleared his throat loudly signalling John to shut up. Unfortunately for the couple it didn't take a genius to work out what John was referring to.

The look on the other's faces was priceless. Lestrade was struggling to stifle a laugh, Gibbs was smirking and Tony was obviously incredibly angry and jealousy was evident in his eyes. Suddenly a loud bang was heard from the other room, startling everyone present.

"What the hell was that?" Gibbs asked.

"No idea..." Lestrade answered his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"That would probably be Abby and McGee next door..." Ziva said rolling her eyes.

"Why what are they doing?" Tony chimed in.

"I'm not entirely sure." Sherlock stated not looking up from his work. The door swung open revealing Abby and a soot covered McGee.

"Sorry! The tray of soot and things from the fireplace at the crime scene fell off the table and sort of exploded..." Abby said sheepishly.

"Yeah." McGee said gesturing to himself. "And it went all over me!"

Ziva, Sherlock and John all shared a look before bursting out laughing, both Ziva and Sherlock clamping their hand over their mouths in a vain attempt to stop laughing and John turning his head away while he tried to calm himself.

"Hey. It's not funny." McGee said exasperated.

"Sorry McGee, but it is..." Gibbs said, his voice laced with laughter. The laugh Lestrade had been holding in had escaped but was quickly masked with a coughing fit. With a huff he left the room followed closely by a giggling Abby.

So there we have it! Not happy with the end but hey it's like 2am here in rainy Wales! I hope to update soon!

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