Gibbs sat in his booth at the back of the bar watching people. He considered people watching job research. The more time he spent observing the way people interacted the better he could do his job. He came here far too often, a nothing special place forty miles outside of town. He liked it because no one cared what he did for a living here, no one tried to talk and he always got his favorite seat. Against the wall with a good view of the exits but where most people couldn't see him.

The evening had started as any other, the regulars filtered in a few strangers joined. Nothing set off his internal radar which was a relief, he really just wanted to sit and enjoy his drink. It was a Friday with no pending cases he was even flirting with the idea of getting a room at the nearby hotel. It wasn't something he would normally do but there was a lake nearby and he always kept fishing gear in his trunk. He smirked to himself when he watched the younger men in the room try their hand at the ladies in the bar. It had been a long time since he'd done that kind of fishing. His mind strayed instantly to Ziva, her dark hair and eyes so different from his usual type. He shook his head trying to clear his roving thoughts. Too many years he'd had the same thoughts, they worked their magic on his libido as always. Sighing he signaled the waitress for another drink. He was nowhere near his limit but if he kept thinking about Ziva and all the ways he wanted her he definitely wouldn't be driving home tonight.

His drink arrived and when the waitress cleared his line of sight he wondered if someone had spiked his drink. He even went so far as to look into his glass, watching the swirling amber liquid for any signs of tampering. Seeing nothing, knowing it didn't mean anything he turned his attention back to the long marble topped bar where she sat. He couldn't fathom why she would have come to this of all places. Rule number thirty-nine told him there had to be a reason, but when she didn't look around or make any indication of meeting someone he figured rule thirty nine didn't apply in this case.

Ziva sat on the barstool feeling fatigue crash over her. It hadn't been an especially hard day, just one filled with paperwork and bantering with Tony. The fatigue came from trying to fight the loneliness and feelings she had for a man she shouldn't. She'd gone home showered and eaten dinner with every intention of getting a good night sleep. Before she could even slip into her pajamas she'd known sleep was nowhere within her reach. Instead she'd gotten into her car and drove. She'd driven without a destination, it hadn't been until she'd turned around to come back home that she'd seen the bar. A drink had sounded far to appealing to ignore. She didn't intend to get drunk but figured if she ended up unable to drive she'd sleep in her car. She'd just received her drink from the bartender when a blond guy in jeans and a too tight white shirt approached her. His smile was far too bright for her liking as was his overpowering cologne. She took a sip of her drink and thought of sawdust and coffee and how those scents could turn her on in seconds.

"Hey there pretty lady, I'd love to buy you your next drink." He leaned in on the bar next to her.

Ziva sighed loudly. "Not here for company just for a drink. But thanks anyways." She gave him a brief smile and then turned her attention away from him. Spying a dartboard she asked the bartender for a set of darts.

Gibbs almost laughed out loud when the younger man stepped away looking annoyed and defeated. The guy joined his friends at a booth nearby. Gibbs listened in grateful it was eyesight that gave him the occasional fits and not his hearing.

"Damn she shot you down quick Mike."

"Shit John, as if you could do any better, I'm just going to give her some time to mellow and try my hand again."

"Hey I can do better it's all about the approach. Watch."

Gibbs watched as a slightly darker haired man presumably John moved slowly toward Ziva. He knew she sensed John's approach. Could see the way her body went on alert, she didn't turn, didn't startle just changed her stance slightly. She was ready for a threat and damned if it didn't turn Gibbs on.

Ziva felt like swearing when she sensed another man approaching, she hadn't even had a chance to throw a dart yet and already she was being interrupted. Fingering one of the darts, which would make a fine weapon if necessary she waited.

"I know my friend asked and you said no but you're the best looking woman in here and I'd love to get to know you." He saw her mouth quirk and took it as a sign of encouragement "Make you a deal play a game of darts with me if I win I get to buy you a drink, I lose I'll leave you alone."

Ziva held back her laugh and the smug grin. "One dart, give it your best shot."

Gibbs didn't need his lip reading skills to see what was happening; he did his best to hide his smile behind his drink.

John knew he didn't need luck; he'd been the best in his frat house to throw darts. He waited for her move and when she didn't he cocked his head. "Ladies should always go first."

Ziva wanted another drink and she hadn't even finished her first one. "I like to watch."

John shook his head and laughed. "Whatever you say." Grabbing a dart he aimed and threw carefully pinning the dart just shy of the red in the bull's-eye.

Ziva heard the group he was with whistle in approval. Taking the dart holder in her hand she pulled one out, twirled it in her fingers and threw, before anyone could breathe she threw the remaining darts in rapid succession. Smirking she watched the man beside her recognize that she'd pinned all the darts perfectly in the red forming a nice little flower pattern. For a moment total silence reigned. Giving him a shrug she grabbed her drink "Enjoy your evening." She stepped back to the bar and finished off the remainder of her drink. Grabbing a handful of peanuts she munched for a minute wondering if she wanted to stay or let the guys ruin her evening and leave.

Gibbs couldn't hold back the low chuckle this time as yet another dejected suitor came back to his table. The men including the third who hadn't yet attempted to win Ziva looked at him in annoyance.

"What's so funny?"

"Why you laughing old man."

Gibbs smirked "Youth is wasted on the young. That woman there is way out of your league."

"If she's out of our league then she's out of yours."

Gibbs knew it was wrong, knew he was far too old for this kind of shit but still he couldn't resist. "Not mine, she'd leave with me if I wanted."

"Bullshit, unless this is one of those camera shows, she's your wife, girlfriend whatever."

Gibbs laughed louder this time, out of the corner of his eye he saw Ziva look ever so slightly over her shoulder, The surprise showed on her face and then she turned back away almost as if she'd been caught doing something wrong. "No bullshit, not a wife, not a girlfriend."

"Let's see you go over there and prove it."

Gibbs had expected it and now that Ziva knew he was here it would make things so much easier.

Ziva heard his laughter, thought she was going mad until she saw his face. He was tucked away at the back of the bar not far from where the group of guys who'd tried to pick her up sat. She tried to hide her surprise, she could read his body language and he didn't want her to acknowledge she knew him just yet. Grinning to herself she could guess why. It wasn't hard to figure out what he was going to do next. Any other time she would have questioned why he would even ponder the idea; maybe he was as bored as she was. She damn well knew it wasn't because he was interested. That was just a daydream. He sat down on the barstool next to her and ordered two drinks.

"Getting a lot of attention tonight Ziver." Gibbs smirked when she gave an indelicate snort.

She glared at him briefly, "Did not ask for it."

"Hey if I were them I'd be taking the shot." Gibbs accepted their drinks from the bartender sliding hers toward her. He saw her smile at that.

"If you were them you would not still be sitting next to me." She turned to face him knowing behind him the guys were watching.

"They still watching?" She answered without anything more than the look in her eyes.

"They weren't too happy you weren't interested, jerks." He heard the sound of her laughter and smiled.

"So are you here to protect me in case they get really mad?" She arched a brow at him and didn't question when he moved in slightly closer.

"Nope, you can protect yourself. Was bored figured we could have a little fun together." Gibbs realized the way his words sounded as they left his mouth. He almost took them back until he heard her almost silent sigh of pleasure.

Ziva saw something flash in his eyes and took a bracing sip of her drink. "Just what kind of fun are you imaging Gibbs?"

She was teasing him now and he let her have her safety net. "Figured I could show them how it's done and you might let me. Might keep the other vultures away."

Ziva smiled again wondering what mischievous imp had taken over her boss. Looking at him in jeans and black T-shirt he didn't much look like the boss she was used to. He saw her notice the way she was watching him, couldn't miss the question in his eyes. "Sounds fun."

Gibbs watched desire slip through her, peek through her eyes and then slip away like a thief. It was enough to make his body take notice until he could temper it with another sip of his drink. "So what now?"

Ziva laughed long and loud. It wasn't for anyone watching it was for the man sitting next to her. She'd never seen him look the slightest bit unsure about anything. Now just for a moment he'd looked like a goldfish in an empty bowl. "I have no idea, I do not date much, and pick up men in bars even less."

Gibbs felt warmth pour through him at the knowledge that she didn't go home with strangers on a regular basis. Feeling brave and far more like the man he was used to being he let his hand trail forward to her thigh. He traced small circles on the tan fabric, the lightest of touches but enough to make her smile move into something deeper. "This okay."

"Well it is a start." She winked and heard him chuckle. Two more drinks landed on the bar in front of them. "Trying to get me drunk Gibbs?"

"Could be fun but no I prefer you clear headed."

Ziva felt his hand move up her thigh ever so slowly, nothing indecent unless you took into account who they were outside this bar. "So is this what you do on your Friday nights, help out lonely women."

Gibbs took his drink downed it in one shot and turned back to her. "No, haven't picked up a woman in longer than I care to admit." He watched a flush stain her face, wanted to know why but refrained from asking. "You lonely Ziver?"

Her eyes darted to his startled that he'd picked up on that part of her comment, shrugging she too downed her drink in one gulp. "Well I was….."

Gibbs smirked "Glad I could help you out with that."

Ziva wasn't drunk but the alcohol running through her veins was just enough to loosen her normal restraint. "What else can you help me with, Jethro?"

Gibbs heard her say his name as if it were something she did every day. He liked the way it sounded, husky and wanted. He was damn glad she didn't say it at work. "Could help you play pool." He gestured for another round of drinks and turned back to her. "For now."

Ziva felt her body clench at the need that simple statement generated. She couldn't have said whether anyone was watching any longer and she didn't care. Something had shifted in the last few minutes and she didn't think she was far off in knowing it wasn't just an act any more. He moved away from the bar toward the pool tables, halfway there he turned back "You coming?"

Gibbs watched her blush at his question, and only then caught the double meaning he hadn't intended. Grinning he walked back to her, "Why Ziva I do believe I made you blush." The blush deepened and he took one of the drinks she was holding in her hand. "Ready to play?"

Ziva snapped out of her need filled haze and met him at the pool table. He racked the balls and grabbed a stick. "More than ready, what no stick for me?"

Gibbs chalked the wood in his hand and watched her. "Figured you were the kind of woman that likes to pick out her own stick, decide which one fits the best and all." Gibbs almost laughed at himself, it was a cheesy line but it also made her bite her lip to keep from laughing and dammed if that didn't make it worth it.

"Very perceptive." Choosing a cue Ziva held it out to make sure it would shoot straight.

"Satisified?"

"Hardly." Ziva leaned a hip against the table "You know it is not about the size of the stick it about the ability to do its job. Think I made a good choice?"

Gibbs didn't answer just shot the break, sinking a stripe first. "Guess you'll have to tell me, when we're done."

Ziva watched him line up his next shot, "Well I can go all night, might take a while to get your answer." His cue slipped at the last second tapping the ball rather than forcing it into the pocket as he'd intended. She didn't miss the look he gave her. "My turn."

Gibbs watched her sink three balls in easy succession as she set up for the fourth he moved in till he was only a measure away from her ear. "I hear you're a screamer should I make sure we get the top floor of that hotel down the road?" Her shot missed, pitching the cue ball up off the table; reflexively he caught it and grinned when she had to lean against the table to regain her composure.

Ziva felt her body clench in anticipation of what he'd just said. Whether it was his real intent or not her body had taken off like a herd of wild horses at the mere idea. Carefully she set her cue aside and stood in front of him. He was backed against the table, casually smirking at her. She reached out and let her hand brace on the cue stick he still held. Bracing her feet on either side of him she watched the ice blue of his eyes darken when he registered her intent. She forgot where they were, didn't hear the noise of conversation, clinking of glasses all she could focus on was him. One hand at his waist she leaned in until his hand cupped the back of her head and her lips met his.

Gibbs watched her approach him with all the lethality she was known for and his body kicked into ready mode. He knew what she wanted; saw the way her focus zeroed in on him. His hand found purchase in her hair and when her lips found his he was damn glad he had a pool table backing him up. Fire shot through him when her mouth opened against his and her tongue danced in his mouth. As quickly as it had begun he felt her pulling away. It was far too short and he almost moved to pull her back but then remembered where they were and cursed.

Ziva laughed, and whispered in his ear. "Does not matter if it is the top floor, the basement or your car Jethro, if that is any indication you better get your ear plugs."

He watched her walk away to the bar, she threw some cash on it, far more than their drinks had cost, then wait. Hands shoved in her pockets she stood halfway between the door and the bar waiting for him to decide. It wasn't about the guys at the table watching, hadn't been for a while now. Grabbing up the sticks they'd been using, he set them back in the holder and walked toward her. "Need to grab my jacket." He'd left it at his original table and almost forgotten it.

She nodded watched as he walked past her, she couldn't help watching him, the way he moved made her wish they were already in a room.

Gibbs went to his table, reached down to grab his coat and saw the guys and the next table eyeing him in shock. "Damn, man."

Gibbs stopped in front of the table and stole a handful of peanuts from the bowl at the edge of their table. His mouth curved up on one side as he saw Ziva watching him with a matching grin. Tipping his head he grabbed one more hand of peanuts shoving them in his coat pocket. "Thanks gonna need the protein."

Walking back to Ziva he slung an arm around her shoulder and let her lead them out. Ziva had waited in the car while Gibbs had gotten them a room, she'd grinned to herself when he'd given her apologetic look as he left her behind to check them in.

Gibbs had fully expected that by the time he'd returned she would return to her senses and tell him to go to hell. Instead, he found her lounging against her car watching him walk toward her with hunger in her eyes. That kind of look almost made a man wonder if he could meet expectations, almost. "Couldn't get the penthouse it was booked." He gave her half a grin and was rewarded by the delicious sound of her laughter.

"I think we will manage." She leaned into him letting her breath fan his ear. "I am not really a screamer; at least I never have been before. For you anything is possible."

Gibbs sucked in a breath and tightened the hand at her waist. "Damned if you aren't trying to kill me."

"Is there a reason you have not taken me to our room Jethro? Have you changed your mind?" Ziva held still trying not to let her disappointment come through in her voice.

Gibbs pulled her closer. "Just making sure you're certain this is what you want Ziva and it's not the bar talking."

Ziva laughed again. "Jethro I could drink a bottle of that stuff and it would not matter. I wanted you before I walked in the bar; it is why I needed a drink. I am more than certain I want to be with you."

Gibbs nodded taking her at her word and together they made their way to the room. He was grateful as they entered the room it wasn't a cheap motel. Instead the room was far more like a private bedroom. Softer lighting, large overstuffed chairs and a very large bed.

"I thought you said you did not get the penthouse?" Ziva looked around seeing a nice view and balcony.

"Didn't but still managed a suite." Gibbs flushed lightly. "Thought maybe we could stay the weekend, If things go well."

Ziva smiled and let her hands rest on his belt. "That sounds like a good plan. But the suite makes me feel spoiled."

"Worth it then." Gibbs reached for the band securing her hair and pulled it loose freeing her hair. His hand shook slightly as the enormity of what they were about to do hit him. He let the small elastic band drop to the grand just as Ziva slid his belt from his waist. It hit the ground with a soft thump and he caught a whiff of her scent as she set his holster on the bedside table.

"I have wanted to do this for a long time Jethro. Thought about a lot of different ways this might happen. Never once did I figure I would run into you in a bar." She chuckled at his expression. It held more surprise than she might have expected.

"I meant what I said Ziva I don't pick up women in bars. I go to this one because it's out of the way, they know me so they leave me alone and I get to watch people." He lifted his arms as she removed his shirt. The pleasure in her eyes made him grateful that he took the time each week to work out. Reaching between them he worked the buttons on her shirt till he was able to push it off her shoulders. If he'd known she was braless beneath the damn thing all night he'd have never made it to the room. Cursing he let his thumb graze across one dusky tip till he heard her moan low in her throat. The room grew smaller holding them tight in its grasp.

"That feels…amazing." Ziva braced her hands on his chest needing to find a way to steady herself.

Gibbs pulled her to him taking in a long breath at the feel of her bare skin against his. It wasn't long before their jeans lay in a puddle on the floor and he was pressing her against the cool white sheets of the bed. He cursed again as he felt her legs wrapped around him and he had to fight the urge to sink into her. He wanted to savor this time with her and something had just dawned on him as her flesh was gliding against his. "Ziva…hell, I don't have anything with me."

Ziva shook her head trying to make sense of what Gibbs was saying. His body was intertwined with hers. His hard length pressed intimately against her thigh stealing her breath. Only when he began pulling away did she grasp the meaning of his words.

"I haven't needed to carry anything in my wallet in a long damn time, I'm clean but…" Gibbs cursed again and saw her smile.

"I am on the pill Jethro. Went on it not too long ago, just in case." She blushed when he smirked at her but didn't say anything. "I knew if something did happen between us it would be like this in a moment without a lot of planning. I did not want to have to stop."

Gibbs clenched his hand in her hair, using the other to guide her hip just where he wanted her. "Glad one of us was thinking. "

"Lots of thinking." Ziva let her hand trail between them till it was wrapped around him. Sighing her pleasure she felt him shudder in her arms. "I want you inside me Jethro, I do not think I can wait any more."

Gibbs thrust in her hand unconsciously moving his hips against her. Trying to stay in control was testing his limits. "Wanted to take more time with you Ziva" even as he said the words he felt her guiding him between her thighs felt the heat of her against his tip.

"We can take our time later Gibbs, right now I need you inside me." Letting her legs slide tighter around him she felt his mouth against her neck pressing the softest of kisses. "Please."

Gibbs needed no further convincing. Grasping her hips with both hands he buried himself to the hilt in one smooth movement. She called out far louder than her earlier protests would have led him to believe and he knew his own groan was equally as loud. She felt like fire surrounding him, hot and tight driving him from sanity. His spine stiffened till it felt like steel and it might snap from his drive to hold back from coming that very second.

Ziva felt as though Gibbs's body had become part of her own so tightly was he inside her. She was literally shaking every limb trembling from the shock of finally having him inside her. Slowly he began moving inside her gently thrusting a breathtaking pace that had her grasping his shoulders. Suddenly his hand was touching her gently playing at the softness of her folds. Gasping she shifted her hips desperately trying to get him to move faster. "Jethro…faster, please."

Gibbs managed a tortured laughed before he lost the last of his control thrusting his hips in a frenzied rhythm, sliding in and out of her. She was so wet he could feel it on thighs. It was his last coherent thought before he thrust one final time hearing her cry out clenching around him so tight it drove both of them over the edge calling out their pleasure.