Author's note: Ok so I can't believe there is no Ziva and Derek pairings in the Criminal MInds/NCIS crossovers so I decided to change it. So here goes nothing.

*I do not own criminal minds and or NCIS.


Ziva had had enough! The constant pounding at all hours of the night was getting on her nerves! Normally she would have just ignored it but tonight was different! Not only had she just got off a particularly hard case involving a Mexican drug cartel and some drug pedaling Petty Officers. She had just gotten off of a 5 hour flight from Mexico City with a 3 hour layover in Houston, TX, and all she asked for was one pleasant night of sleep. Does this happen? NO! Instead she is laying in her bed at three in the morning listening to the pounding of hammers and sawing of saws coming from the house next to hers. This had been happening ever since someone had decided to move into the ratty old house next to hers. It had been vacant for nearly a decade before they moved into it, and was broken down and decrepit. Though since they had moved in it had been looking a little better. She hadn't met the person that was moving in there because they weren't there when she decided to drop by her welcoming plate of cookies, though now she was regretting ever haven given them to them. She hadn't seen anybody outside or heck even there during the daytime. Must have another house they lived in or something. She rolled over and put her pillow over her head. That blocked most of the sound out and she started to drift when…CRASH! She jumped up out of bed and had her gun pointed at the wall.

"That's it! I've had enough!" she yelled. She slipped on her flip flops, grabbed her coat and headed out the door and down the side walk to the next door. She walked straight to the door and knocked hard. She stood there waiting in her short cotton shorts and cami with her jacket slung haphazardly over her shoulders. No one came to the door and she knocked again, harder this time. She finally heard the shuffling of feet and the unlocking of a deadbolt. She took a step back prepared for anything. What she saw however wasn't exactly what she expected.

She just stared at the man in front of her. He was a tall dark skinned man with a bald head and brown eyes. But that wasn't what she was looking at. She was looking at his chiseled bare chest covered in saw dust and sweat, and cargo pants that hung low on his waist with a pair of work boots. She was shocked at his masculinity all she could do was stare. She forgot for a moment what she was here to do. Then he spoke.

"Can I help you?" He asked looking at his watch. "It's pretty late for a visitor don't you think?" His tone set her on fire again, and he saw the flash of anger that flared through him.

"That is precisely why I am here! You do realize other people live on this street! You could be a little more respectful of the fact they are trying to sleep!" She said with acid in her tone.

"I do realize other people live on this street, but when I got here at eleven no one was home. So would you like to tell me which of the two houses on either side of me you live on?" He said with a sweetness only a really ticked off person could muster. Ziva gestured to her house on the left side of her. The man looked over there and his brow furrowed.

"I didn't realize anybody lived there." He said quietly. "It always looks empty when I'm here during the day."

"That would be because I work long hours, and I wasn't here earlier I just flew in and was trying to get some rest before I have to be in to work at oh six hundred. Sorry six in the morning for you." He just laughed.

"I know military time its ok. I think we got off on the wrong foot." He stuck out his hand toward her. "Derek Morgan." He said.

"Ziva David" She said taking his hand in hers and shook briefly.

"Well Ziva would you like to come in? It's rather cold out here." He gestured inside. She nodded and walked past him into the house.