A/N: Written as a reward for solving the NFA Hangman puzzle. The request was UST which I normally don't write. I was told that I succeeded. You can decide. Oneshot.

Disclaimer:As per usual, I don't own these lovely characters, but maybe if I'm really good, I'll get them for Christmas.

Just Another Day

It was just another day like any other. Another case, another investigation. Sometimes they all just blurred together, nothing particularly exciting... Scratch that, Tim thought wryly. I should not think that people dying is boring. He refocused his attention on the photos he was taking. Unfortunate that this particular death had occurred in such a small space. A closet...it was at least novel. He spared an ear for the bickering going on behind him.

"Tony, you are in my way!"

"I was here first, Zee-vah! We need samples."

"Move over!"

Tim sighed and endeavored to ignore them once more. Everyone said that Tony and Ziva had some sort of unspoken attraction thing going on between them. The gossip was particularly detailed about what each of their conversations, each of their arguments might mean. Tim would easily admit that he didn't always correctly interpret the subtle emotional undercurrents, but...

"McGee, slide over a bit, please." Ziva squeezed herself into the small space, her thigh brushing against him as she tried to find room.

Immediately, Tim's mind went blank as his body took over control of all functions. He shoved himself closer to the wall, not that it helped any. There just was not room for the two of them in there... at least not in our present positions, Tim amended as his brain decided to join the rest of his body and presented a very detailed image of just how both of them could fit. He swallowed.

"Can you not move over anymore?"

"Sorry, Ziva," Tim said.

Ziva turned around, bringing their faces very close together. Tim was lucky he hadn't dropped the camera.

"Close quarters... is that not the phrase?" she said softly.

"Y-yes. That's it," Tim mumbled. She was an inch from him... not even an inch. Tim swallowed again.

"I guess I will have to suffer with Tony until you are finished."

"I-I'll hurry," Tim said.

Ziva smiled and eased back out into the room. Tim sighed. If it was Tony and Ziva who had all this attraction between them, why was it that he was the one who continually aware of her presence? Every time she walked into the room, it was his eyes that were drawn to her, not Tony's. Her presence made his heart leap... and when her presence was so close to him...

"Probie! Hurry it up in there! We have things to do!"

Tim just rolled his eyes and took two more photos. Finally finished, Tim gladly stepped out of the closet and into the room. "All yours, Tony."

"Thanks, McGee. You can deal with Ziva; she's driving me crazy!" Tony said feelingly and then ducked as Ziva shot a rubber band at his head. "See?"

Tim watched as Tony stepped into the cramped space and then turned around... and was face to face with Ziva yet again. This bedroom was probably the smallest he'd ever been in.

"How small is this room, McGee?"

Not small enough, Tim thought. "Too small," he said aloud. "If, um, if you turn sideways, I can get around the bed."

Ziva did as instructed and Tim squeezed past her, just barely brushing against her as he did so. He flushed. He was almost out the door when he suddenly felt Ziva right behind him again.

She whispered silkily, her mouth so close that her breath tickled his ear. "I saw that."

Tim turned around to ask, but she was already back at the bed.

"Hurry up, Tony. I have to get in there as well!"

Tim sighed. Yes, just another ordinary day.