8am

She walked in to the bullpen her addictive perfume making me dizzy like always, the only way I knew it was really her. I looked up from my computer screen just in time to see her settling into her desk across from me. Something seemed different about her… I rested my chin on my hand and silently studied her for a moment. Her hands came up to her shoulders and slowly pushed down the burgundy leather jacket that had covered her, underneath was something I never thought she would have ever worn. It wasn't slutty or revealing in fact it was just a feminine and classy floral thing but still very different, she stopped and looked at me. She must've noticed me staring at her. 'Oh shit'… I swallowed and blinked a few times.

She gets out of her seat and saunters over, it was then that I realised it wasn't just the shirt which was different about her, she was also wearing a faux leather skirt which hit just a bit above her knee and hugged her womanly curves perfectly. She bends over my desk looking me straight in the eyes, probably giving McGee a great side view of her ass at the same time. Oh how I envied his eyes at that moment.

"Everything okay?" she asked concern evident in her voice but there was also a hint of a smirk underneath or was I just imagining that part. I sit there wide eyed unable to put together a coherent answer, she had worn her dark curls down and it was wafting her heady scent into my nostrils.

"Err… err…" I must look like an idiot sitting here unable to speak. I see her neat little eyebrow rise slowly in to a questioning look waiting for me to give her an answer her patience growing shorter by the second. My eyes flicker downwards a second hoping she doesn't notice the heat rising in my cheeks from our close proximity.

"Yes, I'm fine" I say a little too enthusiastically. I turn away hiding my face and try to busy myself with paperwork. She sighs, turns away and goes back to sit down at her own desk. I catch a light shimmer in the corner of my eye as she crosses one leg over the other. I steal a look at her toned, tanned calves right down to her shoes, and all I can think of is the idea of them wrapped tightly around my waist during a moment of passion. I feel my trousers grow tighter as I look those legs up and down. Why she does this to me I will never know, but I won't deny that I enjoy the thoughts of our limbs tangled in a hot and sweaty mess.

12:30pm

"Whose turn is it to buy lunch today?" being exclaimed across the room by McGeek snapped me out of my daydreaming. I blinked hard and shook my head like a dog trying to rid water from its ears. But instead I was trying to remove the lingering thought of Ziva loudly moaning my name.

Her gentle exotic tones were the next to grace my ear drums "I'm glad to see you're still responsive Tony…" Was it just me or did her voice sound a little breathy? I am probably just imagining things due to my daydreaming.

I fix a confused innocence across my face as I look towards her hoping she would explain something other than the truth, hope welling in the pit of my stomach just wishing she didn't realise I had spent the majority of four hours looking at her as she carried out her everyday business. "What do you mean by that Zee?"

"Well I suppose, it means that you have looked a little distant for most of today." She spoke with a hint of a smirk underlying her exotic vocals.

I look down to my half-finished paper work; trying to pretend it wasn't anything to do with what she does to me. "Sorry I just haven't really been feeling myself recently Zee". She nods silently studying my face for a moment before deciding not to push the subject, she walks over to our colleague's desk and perches herself on the edge. I felt a need swell within me to try and discover what she was doing which got me so hot and flustered today. I busy myself with organising my desk even though it wasn't needed.

"Tim, I think it's your turn to buy lunch today." I heard her say over the ruffling of papers I was causing. I turn my head towards them and notice how she was looking at me, our eyes lock for just seconds but it felt like a lifetime, just as I felt myself swimming within the liquid chocolate pools of her eyes I was snapped back to reality by probes again, I don't know whether to thank him for his timing or not. "Any choices for lunch?" he asks.

My stomach grumbles as I think of a nice juicy burger tantalising my taste buds, "How about burgers McGoo?" I suggest loudly, happy for the chance to pull my eyes from those of the luscious woman still perched on his desk. Once I finished my request I make the mistake of again looking in her direction as Ziva rolls her eyes and ask for him to pick her up something different; I didn't hear what she said I was too busy watching her plump lips form each word.

McGee went off to go buy lunch, Ziva sat down at her desk and I went on daydreaming again.

3pm

"See you tomorrow, guys"

"Bye McGee" I heard Ziva say…

I mumble back a "Bye dude" making it seem like I was preoccupied with work but in fact I was just annoyed that he had to leave me alone with her… Why did he have to finish his paper work so damn early? I wouldn't be as bothered except for the fact that Gibbs has been off on a mission for the director all day.

I focus my eyes on my computer screen where there's a game of solitaire running, I had forgotten the idea of paper work so I decided to play a silent game to distract me from the incredibly hot and horny images running through my mind. Why did she have to dress so different? I already wanted her but now I am afraid being too near to her will drive me wild.

Ziva and I sit in a comfortable(ish) silence and carry on with our tasks, I am glad we had a paper work day as it means I can hide my arousal beneath my desk and avoid any embarrassing moments when ever my mind wanders off to the thoughts of her hair spread across my pillows.

5pm

I stretch my limbs out and crack my fingers and neck. I look towards Ziva and again study how hot she looks today. I watch as her slender fingers lightly tap on the keys of her keyboard and how she writes in her elegant hand, the way her eyes sparkle when she smiles because she found the answer she was looking for. I must have been doing this for a long time as she looks up from her work and stares right into my eyes. This time though I don't look away, I sit there with a half-smile and staring her down.

She was the one to falter first; her long lashes fluttered down and touched her cheekbones as she blinked slowly. I noticed a pink flush to her cheek and decided I would get to the bottom of her unusual behaviour. "So Zee-vah" I smirked putting extra emphasis on the syllables of her name.

She rests her head on her hands and replies "Yes Tony?" there was that breathy sound again.

I lean back with my hands behind my head "How about you and I pack up our papers and go out for a drink?" I pop my feet up on the desk punctuating the end of my question.

She smiles and visibly relaxes "I think I might just take you up on that Tony."

We both grab our stuff, get out of our seats at the same time and we simultaneously move towards the elevator together.