A/N: One of my best friends gave me the prompt: Late at night. So here goes. (BTW, feel free to message me if you want me to write some zibbs stories (no father/daughter stuff, though… there's too much smut in my head for that to ever work…). I have my internship for the next 3 weeks and the way this goes I'll get a lot of writing done :D

Empty chairs and empty tables.

It was late, too late for ordinary NCIS agents to still be at work, but of course there was nothing ordinary about Leroy Jethro Gibbs and his favourite Israeli.

The bullpen was mostly empty, except for a few desk lamps that were still shining bright while their owners finished up the last of their work for the night. McGee had left early today, claiming to have a date, which Dinozzo just had to make sure wasn't a lie. He had offered Ziva something – Gibbs couldn't quite understand what – if she did his paperwork tonight so he could leave early. Ziva had agreed. She wouldn't have left yet anyway. There was a plan to be realized.

When most other teams had packed up their things and gone home, Ziva got up from her desk. She had done all of her own paperwork already and most of Tony's was done as well. Sitting on the edge of her boss' table, Ziva smiled down at him.

'There is no way you had more paperwork than me tonight, yes?'

The way she sat down on his desk made it hard for him to look into her eyes. It made it hard for him to concentrate on what she was saying let alone answer her. Hell, it made it hard for him. Period.

Shifting in his seat, trying to hide his obvious reaction to her, he mumbled quietly. 'God, Ziver…'

She heard it. Of course she did. Nothing could ever get past this beautiful ninja of his, just as much as nothing ever got past him – until now, that is. Something had obviously gotten past him, since he couldn't remember Ziva ever sitting on his desk like this. He definitely couldn't remember her wearing skirts that short – skirts that rode up way too high when she sat down.

Smiling, Ziva got off his desk and actively resisted the urge to even her skirt, leaving it the way it was – high up her thigh, distracting Gibbs from his own thoughts. That had been the plan. To distract him enough to get his mind off of those damn rules, mainly rule number 12. Damn that rule annoyed her! But her plan seemed to work. Gibbs' eyes went from her thighs, where he licked his lips for a second, up to her waist, where the skirt ended and her blouse started, two buttons up, which was the last closed button – though he definitely remembered a few more closed buttons just an hour earlier -, up her neck, which he had wanted to kiss since the day he met her, and settled on her lips, which he had never looked at for more than a millisecond, out of fear he might not be able to stop himself from kissing her.

He seemed to get uncomfortable in his chair, still trying to hide his erection from her, which was working less and less.

'Maybe I should help you with that…', she said, and his eyes shot up to hers.

This was happening. She was actually standing there like this. The bullpen was empty – almost. One desk was still lit, other then theirs. Jethro slowly got up from his chair.

Remembering that the bulge in his pants was getting more and more obvious, he thought for a second he should sit back down, try to hide it from her as good as possible, but she obviously knew what she was doing to him. The look in her eyes told her as much.

As he slowly stepped closer to her he took a moment to look around the bullpen. One last lamp. They watched the agent get up, nod in their direction – they nodded back as if everything was normal –, turn off his desk light and leave.

Gibbs' eyes went back to hers. They were silent, like everything else in the bullpen. For a moment, their whole world depended on one thing and one thing only.

When they finally heard the doors of the elevator close behind the last agent, Gibbs took another step towards her, lifted her onto his desk, and captured her lips with his.

TBC

A/N: I'm already writing on chapter two, but I'm not sure when I'll get it done, so expect it today or tomorrow…

Reviews will be rewarded with imaginary cookies (yes, I'm making that a thing :D).

Also: Keep me busy for the rest of my internship by giving me some prompts for Zibbs to write… pretty please?!