A/N So this is just going to be a series of drabbles and one-shots, all Zabby.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, trust me if I did many things would be... different.

It was late, I was laying on the floor of my lab. The thin piece of cotton and fabric between me and the linoleum letting the chill seep through and into my bones. The fingerprints were running through mass spec. The DNA was being tested for a match. I'd promised Gibbs I'd call him with the results the second I had them. So here I was.

I hugged Bert to my chest and he let out loud groaning noise. I rolled over, to face the dark lab different lights flashing and the machines humming. I fidgeted again, facing the wall, and then again. Usually at this point in the day, or rather a case, I was so tired I had absolutely no trouble at all falling asleep. But I'd recently finished a caf-pow, and for the first time ever the overly caffeinated beverage was turning out to be a bad thing.

Obviously I eventually fell asleep, because you have to fall asleep to wake up. I woke up to footsteps Ziva's footsteps. In the dark moonlit lab I could barely see the former mossad officer crouching in front of me. "Is there room for two?" She looked as tired as I was and I wondered why she was still here, and not at home asleep.

"You mean three?" I asked squeezing Bert again. She smiled at me that just for me Ziva smile. "Yes three?" She slid out of her shoes, and under the blanket, not even waiting for my answer. I hugged her close to my chest breathing in her thick one of a kind Ziva smell.

"Is cuddling "G-rated"?" Ziva asked snuggling closer to me if that was even possible. "Proly," I mumbled, smiling against Ziva's soft curly hair. Remembering Gibbs' words after he'd somewhat cooled down about our "relationship."

"Just keep it G-rated around the office." He scowled stomping out of lab after finding me and Ziva tangled together again.

I started to slip away into sleep. The room didn't feel as dark, the floor didn't feel so cold. I knew it was a bad idea to be "sleeping with" Ziva at work but she was just so damn hard to say no to.

I woke up to the nudge of a boot in my side. I opened my eyes slowly. There wasn't any light seeping through my windows yet. I felt the nudge sharper this time, and I realized it was real.

I jumped to a sitting position. My arm, which had been serving as Ziva's pillow, jerked away waking her. She jolted up smoothing back her hair, trying her best to look composed and professional. She was failing miserably. I could see the fear in her, the way she starred eyes wide and scared. Her fists clenched in her lap.

Gibbs dropped the Caf-Pow he had been holding into my bio hazard bag. "Snuggling is G-rated Gibbs." I said my voice coming out much more confident then I felt as I watched my caffeinated life line fall into the trash. "I don't ever want to walk into this lab and find you two spooning again." He let it out as and collected as Ziva was trying to be.

A/N I know it was extremely short, but it is the first of many. Review, and I'll write faster, and better.