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AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I said - this is a sequel to I don't know what she said..., but some stuff happened since then and I took a moment to review my OTP for the series. Reviews will be most welcome. Oh, yhea italic indicates Hebrew, and this - 'indicates thought'
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For better or for worse...
By Shadower


Part Two

--Four months ago--

"Abby..." Uncertainty rang in her voice.

"Come on, Ziva, it's not like I'm asking you to kill someone here..."

"Now that, I might do. Abby, I don't want to do this. I don't like it..." she huffed her frustration "I never have."

"Really? I figured since you're so... well, you, everywhere then you'd also like this." Ziva couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape her.

"We have been together for more than two months, when did you ever see any indication that I might want this?" Abby paused to think for a moment, not wanting this small detail to lead to the downfall of her plan.

"No, but..."

"Abby, no." She sat up crossing her arms "I've never wanted to do this. I don't want to do this." She folded her legs under her as her hands moved to run in her loose hair. Abby sat up, resting a hand on the blanket that covered her thigh.

"Why not, Ziva? It could be fun..." She shook her head.

"No." In seconds she was already out of the bed, and following the line of clothes that led to Abby's bed, picking what's hers and putting it on. She heard a thud that signified Abby falling back on the bed, followed a moment later by footsteps.

"Ziva, please, stay." The Israeli shot her a short look as she pulled her shirt back over her head. Not surprisingly, she didn't even bother to get dressed and she was now standing in the entrance to her living room naked. All she could do to answer was to shake her head.

"I can't. If I do, I'll..." She swallowed, hard "I got to go." She wasn't sure how she got back to her apartment. But when she found herself against her window, staring out into the darkened street she couldnt help but put her forehead against it as she expelled a deep breath. 'Heaven, what happened there? How did we get to it?' She couldn't help but put her arms around herself as she headed to the shower. Smelling Abby on her skin was unbearable right now.

It was past midnight and Ziva was still at her desk, furiously tapping away at the keyboard, wishing she could go home already. "Ziva," Dark eyes rose to meet McGee as he placed a hot cup of coffee in front of her. "are you ok? You have been kinda off, all day..." A soft smile crept to her lips. She knew he was attracted to the Goth, and was aware of their on again-off again relationship. In fact, that was one of the things she insisted must stop if Abby wanted her. She had zero tolerance for cheating, and she made it clear right at the start of their relationship.

"I'm..." She turned her head slightly to see if Tony was coming, he wasn't. "Abby, proposed something to me last night." His face turned pale.

"She... proposed?"

"I got it wrong, didn't I? She asked me to do something... and I can't." The relief was evident in his face, but so was the confusion.

"What did she ask?" She looked down to the cup he brought her. Her sex life had always been her own. She didn't invest too much emotion in them and so she never got hurt. Not too much. Not after she learned.

"She... uh..." A part of her was screaming that this isn't such a good idea. McGee still had feelings for Abby and discussing this with him might cause him pain. Another part just wished she knew how to handle it all. Last night was a disaster, no doubt, but this was something she felt strongly about. "She tried to handcuff me." McGee blinked once, then twice in rapid succession.


"Oh?" she tilted her head at him "Did she... ever try... to you?" He smiled a small smile. "I don't get it!"

"Don't get what, Zi-va?" McGee jumped as Tony stepped seemingly out of thin air. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as he broke her name down to its syllables, as was his habit. "Relax, Probie." He added as he flopped down into his chair and put both feet up on his desk, his fingers entwining at the back of his neck.

"You Americans: you are so obsessed with your own wants and needs" she couldn't help the sarcasm in her voice while saying the last three words "that you don't even notice that the person who is supposed to be closest to you doesn't share them, at all." Tony broke into a wide grin.

"She wants to tie you up and spank you, doesn't she?" utter disbelief flashed across her face. An instant later his head shot forward with the force of Gibbs slap.

"Shut up, Tony." She smiled at the man as he took a long swig from his coffee. McGee rushed to his desk to produce the back details that matched Ziva's phone list earning them both the authorization to go home and get some rest before they head to people's houses tomorrow. The brunette was proud for not gloating to Tony's face as he was forced to stay in longer.

To Be Continued

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