So this is my first NCIS fic. I never used to be a Tiva fan, but they have really grown on me, and now I am dying for them to get together in the show!! I haven't seen any of Season 6 (pity us poor UK viewers!) So all mistakes are mine. I've tried to take out my anglicisms as far as possible, but I imagine a few have slipped in!!

OK, enough from me. I hope you enjoy it!

PS. anyone who can tell me where i paraphrased the first little bit of dialogue from gets a cookie!


"I'm telling you, she wanted me!" Tony said, smirking at his partner who was sat at her desk sipping a cup of coffee. Ziva looked at him in annoyance,

"Is there any form of female behavior that you don't understand as finding you attractive?!" she asked, exasperatedly. Tony shrugged and grinned at her,

"It's never really come up." Ziva smirked, and got to her feet.

"Is that so Tony?" she asked huskily, her voice dropping a couple of octaves as she crossed the short distance to his desk. He gulped slightly, as he watched her move around his desk, and perch coyly on it, crossing her legs provocatively and pouting at him. "So this you would consider as finding you attractive then?"

"Uh-huh" he said, offering her his most charming smile.

"And what about this?" she replied, hopping of his desk and leaning over him, one hand resting on the armrest of his chair. Taking his time, he looked her up and down, his eyes coming to rest on her cleavage, unable to keep a grin off his face. He was so distracted he barely registered the movement of Ziva's right arm, as she slipped his letter opener off his desk and brought it round quickly, pressing the tip gently against the side of his neck.

"What the..?!" he started in alarm, just as she pulled back, laughing, twirling the letter opener around her fingers.

"Are you two done?" Gibbs' voice came from behind them, as he strode into the bullpen, his habitual cup of coffee in one hand, a pile of folders in the other. Tony looked startled, and jumped to his feet,

"Uh, boss, she uh, she threaten.."

"I don't care, DiNozzo." Gibbs replied, putting down his coffee and delivering a slap to the head. "Grab your gear," he continued as he dumped the files on his desk, "we've got two dead sailors at Norfolk." He tossed the keys to McGee. "McGee, gas the truck and get Ducky and Palmer." He looked at the other two, who were standing side by side behind Tony's desk. "Why are you two still standing there?"

"Sorry Boss," they chorused as Ziva moved quickly over to her desk, passing by Gibbs as she did so. He headslapped her as she went past, and she turned to look at him.

"What was that for?!" she asked,

"Threatening your partner." He replied, rolling his eyes inwardly as she tossed a knowing smirk in Tony's direction. "Come on." He added, heading towards the elevator.


Norfolk Naval Base, Norfolk, Virginia

Petty Officer Martínez watched as the dark sedan pulled up in the 'no parking' zone near where she was sat with Base Security and 2 men and a woman got out. The younger man could be heard complaining as they pulled their gear out of the trunk of the car.

"Why did you let Ziva drive, boss?" he was saying, rubbing the back of his neck as if in pain. The grey-haired man shrugged as the strode towards Martínez herself,

"She asked!" he replied, coming to a stop in front her. "Petty Officer Martínez?" he asked, flashing his ID with practiced ease.

"Yes, sir?" she replied, standing quickly to attention.

"At ease. I'm Special Agent Gibbs, NCIS." The man replied, "We're going to need to ask you some questions." He turned to the other two, "DiNozzo, sketch and shoot, David, bag and tag. And find out where the hell the others are."

"On it boss." The woman and the man chorused. Martínez took a moment to study the younger man. DiNozzo, the older had called him. So, of Italian descent, and he was handsome, there was no doubt about it. Charming too, she supposed. She watched as he followed the woman to the crime scene, to where she had found the bodies. They were laughing about something. Her observations were interrupted suddenly by Gibbs addressing her once more.

"Tell me what happened, Petty Officer. When did you discover the bodies?"

"About 0600, sir. I was out for my run. I usually follow a different route, but some of my buddies had recommended I try a different one. I started at the school at around 0530; the loop takes you through residential area A, through that little woodland over there," she waved her arm in the direction she had come from, "past the sports field and bleachers and back to the school. When I was approaching the bleachers, I saw two figures running away from them. When I reached the area, I had a quick look round, and that's when I found the bodies." She shuddered, "It was horrible, sir."

"What happened next?"

"I always run with my mobile phone, so I notified base security and they contacted you."

"Did you touch the bodies?"

"I felt for a pulse, but other than that, no."

"We're going to need your fingerprints for eliminatory purposes."

"Yes, sir."

"Did you recognize either of the deceased?"

Martínez hesitated, "No, sir. Norfolk's a pretty big base, and I was only transferred here a month ago." Gibbs nodded and turned to a young, blond man who had recently arrived in a van. "McGee, take her prints and then go help Tony and Ziva."

"Right, boss." He replied. Gibbs nodded to Martínez and headed towards the rest of the group.


Tony was busy taking photos of the scene, and of Ziva when she wasn't looking, when Gibbs joined them.

"What have we got?" he asked.

"Signs of a struggle," Ziva replied, pointing to the disturbed piles of fallen autumn leaves on the ground. "They put up a fight."

"Or at least one of them did." Ducky chipped in. "This young man," he pointed to the body on the right, a Lance Corporal of about 24, Hispanic by the look of him. "Died of a gunshot to the back of the head."

"Petty Officer Martínez didn't mention anything about gunshots." Gibbs replied, frowning.

"A silencer, boss?" Tony asked.

"Very possibly, Tony." Ducky answered. "However, Ziva is also correct, the second victim definitely put up a fight. The bruising on his face and knuckles indicates that he may have been in a brawl of some sort before he died. As to how he died, I can't tell you just yet."

"Got a TOD, Duck?"

"Victim number one, about 0600. Victim number 2 appears to have died a short while earlier."

"Thanks Ducky. You'll let me know.."

"When I have the autopsy reports. Yes Jethro!" Ducky replied with barely disguised amusement.

"DiNozzo, David, get this stuff back to Abby. McGee, come with me." He strode off, McGee scurrying after him.

"Hey Probie," Tony yelled after him. McGee turned and looked enquiringly. "The keys?" McGee nodded, and fished in his pocket, throwing them towards Tony. He was just about to catch them when a hand snatched them out from under his nose.

"I'm driving." Ziva said, grinning teasingly at him.

"I'm dead." Tony replied, wincing as she punched him on the arm.


So that was chapter 1. It was just an introductory chapter really. I'll get to the more interesting bits in the next few chapters, including more Tiva moments, a kidnap, a rescue, and some realisations.

I hope you enjoyed it! All reviews, good or bad, are appreciated.

Thanks for reading!