1Author's Note: K, first of all I want to ask people to be super duper gentle with critiques :D. I am much more the poet than the short story writer. I have written a few previous fanfics. Only one published on here though. But if something does suck, tell me. Don't be so gentle that I keep sucking and just bore everyone lol. Eek Im nervous. Oh and if anyone would like to beta, that'd be awesome. I always get way nervous about grammatical errors or that something doesn't make sense and would love it if someone could help go over it so it gets fixed before published. Ok now to the story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing :( Except a few made up characters. But other than that I own none of the music mentioned and none of the NCIS characters. If I did, Tiva would have happened a long ass time ago . . . well at least frequented a jealous Tony here or there lol. I know that sounds bad but I think it's when he shows he does have feelings for Ziva. Also, sorry if I don't get their personalities 100% accurate. I think I did ok with it just sometime they're a little out of character.

Summary: A double homicide brings Michael to NCIS. Tony gets jealous. Ziva dances the tango. And things get blown up. Lol I suck at summaries.

CHAPTER 1

Tony, Ziva, and McGee sat at their desks while working on what was left of their paperwork.

Ziva was typing on her computer when a large was of paper hit her directly on her forehead. She quickly lifted her head, looking at her two coworkers. Immediately eliminating McGee as the culprit as he wrote down notes on his reports. Glaring at Tony, who tried to look like he was working while wearing a mischievous grin, she pushed her chair away from her desk.

She strolled over to his desk, the paper ball clenched in her hand. She had her other hand behind her back, holding on to something else. Tony's smirk quickly faded as her saw her approach. The paper ball quickly slammed onto his desk, her letter opener stabbed through it, sticking it to the desk. Tony slowly looked up at Ziva, hovering above him. Her left hand, grasped the back of his chair, her right hand held a firm grip on the letter opener. Tony very audibly gulped as he looked at her.

"Next time I get hit in the head with a paper ball, it won't be the paper one that has a sharp object sticking through it." Ziva leaned forward, her lips almost touching Tony's ear. "Are we clear?" Her voice was threatening but held a slightly husky tone to it. A tone that made Tony subconsciously lean into her a little. She pulled back slightly, wearing a devilish grin. She released her grip on the letter opener, lightly slapping Tony on the cheek and chuckling as she did so. McGee watched the two interact, silently laughing to himself. Ziva pushed herself fully away, standing straight up. Only instead of meeting air, her head met the palm of Gibb's hand.

"What was that for?" She asked, rubbing the back of her head. She glared at Tony, her eyes silently asking him 'Why didn't you tell me he was there?'

He just looked up at her giving her a smug smile and shrug of his arms. Without words telling her 'Well I could have, but where would the fun be in that.'

"For threatening to castrate your partner." Gibbs said as he walked over to his desk. The two agents glared at each other, not noticing Gibbs answering his phone.

Gibbs closed his phone and began walking to the elevators. "Gear up." He said, ending the two agents staring competition and McGee's entertainment as they all picked up their backpacks.

Tony noticed Gibbs was slightly ahead of the three of them. He quickly grabbed a piece of paper, balled it up, and chucked it at Ziva. It hit her square in the back of the head. He quickly jogged off and got into the elevator before she could live up to her threat. He was standing next Gibbs as the other two got to the elevator. McGee had a small smile on his face, holding back his laughter. Ziva wore a murderous glare, that she directed at Tony until she turned around. Her deadly glare quickly turned into a triumphant grin as she heard the thud of Gibbs hand meeting Tony's head.

"That was for thinking I wouldn't notice." He said hiding a smirk as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Thank you, boss." Tony said as the elevator doors closed.

TBC . . . . .

Authors Note: Let me know if you like it, love it, hate it, whatever. I currently have 8 chapters done. But would like someone who could go over it before I publish too many more. But I can also do it on my own, with just critiques helping with errors along the way. :D Also if you don't think I should continue let me know. I know with one chapter it's hard to say for sure , lol.