My first fanfic. About Tiva, mainly, maybe some McAbby on the way, don't know yet. Enjoy!

~~Ziva's and Tony's POV~~

He looked around the squad room, he was alone, he was the first to be at work. That sure was something new, he was always late, if not too late. But nobody was there. He looked at the clock, 6.00 A.M. He was early, but he just hadn't been able to sleep, he had been thinking about Ziva again. He couldn't help it, she was so beautiful, she was the one thing that was on his mind all the time. He sat down behind his desk and switched his computer on. He heard a ding, the elevator opened, he looked up, Ziva, she walked into the squad-room. When she saw him, she stopped in her tracks, her expression confused. Tony grinned.

"Hi." He simply said.

Oh God, you're so beautiful. He shivered, she was wearing a blue sweater, he loved her in blue. It looked beautiful on her, her sweater fitted around her body perfectly and accentuated her curves. She made his mind go crazy, like always. This wasn't just a crush, he knew that, he was in love with her. Since the day she walked into his life. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her, to hold her, to make love to her, to tell her how he felt. But he knew it would never happen. Never. She didn't return his feelings, he knew that, she barely liked him.

She looked at him. Confusion written all over her face. "Since when are you at the office at 6?" She asked. Oh, how I want you.

What is he doing here? At least he looks better than he did a couple of weeks ago. He was wearing one of his suits, he looked terribly handsome. Oh Jeez! Do you know what you're doing to me here? He looked so hot. She wanted to jump him, to kiss him, to rip his clothes from his body and take him, right there, in the middle of the squad room. She would never do that, she would never loose her self-control. He didn't want her anyway, at least not in the way she wanted him.

"Well, I couldn't really sleep, so I just thought, why not go to work and do something useful?" He hoped she would buy it. It wasn't completely untrue, he hadn't been able to sleep, but he didn't come early so he could work, he had hoped she would be there too, so they could be alone, without the boss slapping him the whole time. They could flirt undisturbed. He loved to flirt with her, it felt comfortable, normal, like they were supposed to flirt with each other, like it would be weird if they didn't. He loved the twinkling in her eyes, when she looked seductively at him, her smile when he made one of his lame jokes and the was she screwed up almost every American idiom.

"Useful, right, so nothing is wrong? I mean, this isn't like you."She said with a worried expression, while standing in front of his desk. She was trying to hide her worries but he noticed. She remembered it like it was yesterday. She found him on his couch, drunk, passed out. That was 3 weeks ago, she knew it was going better, but she was still worried. He had been beating himself up over Jenny. It had been 5 months, but to him, it was like it had been 5 days. She knew he still blamed himself, and she knew he still drank too much. He had been home for 1 month now, and it had been 1 month since their last real deep conversation. The day they met after 4 months.

"Well it's been… over four months." He said, looking away.

"You still beating yourself up over Jenny?" she asked.

"Not as much as I used to." He said, still looking away.

"Drinking?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"Not as much as I used to." He sighed.

He could have called, he should have called. But… she could have, too. She just hadn't known what to say, he had been a wreck, and she had missed him so much. It had helped that he had had pictures of her, she had liked that, although she hadn't let on that she did.

He looked at her and stood up. He crossed the distance between them. She looked him in the eyes, looking for emotions that would tell her what was going on. "Everything is fine Zee-vah." He grinned. She loved his eyes, they were this beautiful kind of green no one else had. His eyes were soft. His eyes looked at her with a kind, caring glance in them. He never looked at her that way, at least not that she knew of. She was lost in thoughts. While he continued looking at her he said. "Penny for your thoughts." She looked at him, her thoughts interrupted. "What? Why would you give me a penny?" she asked confused. He smiled. "It's a saying Zee-vah. When you're wondering what someone is thinking, you say 'Penny for your thoughts'." He tried to explain. "Why would you pay me for my thoughts?" she asked, still not getting it. He sighed. "Never mind." He said, then continued. "So, what were you thinking about?" "Hmm? Oh, not much, it was..." she stopped, he had that weird glance in his eyes again. "nothing." she sighed. "You're one mysterious women, Zee-vah." He whispered in her ear, his mouth only an inch away from her cheek. She could feel his breath on her skin, she shivered. She closed her eyes, he almost made her loose her self-control. She heard the ding from the elevator, and opened her eyes again, she saw him walking back to his desk again. She wanted him, she wished he had kissed her, but he hadn't. Why would he?

"Tony! What are you doing here?" She heard McGee say. "Good morning to you too, Probie." Tony said, he smirked. "You know I actually work here?" He asked, a bit sarcastically. McGee rolled his eyes. "Hi Ziva." He said, eyeing Ziva, who was staring at her screen. "Hi McGee." She said, looking up.

He could feel the tension. What happened here when I wasn't here? He wondered. Would they finally be together? If they were, Abby was going to go crazy. She had wanted this so bad, she had practically been praying for this. She saw Tony stealing glances at her. No, they weren't together. He only looked at her that way when he knew she wasn't looking. His eyes were filled with love. When he looked at Ziva, he saw she was still staring, she was lost in thoughts. He wondered what she was thinking about.

He shouldn't have done that! He had almost lost control, he almost kissed her,he couldn't do that, she would probably kill him. He looked at her, she was sitting in her chair, staring at her computer. She was staring, far away, lost in thoughts. About what? When he heard the ding from the elevator he concentrated on his computer again.

"Gear up! Dead petty officer." They heard Gibbs say. They all looked up at the same time. Gibbs handed Tony a note with an address. "McGee, you're with DiNozzo, David, you're with me." He said, and walked back to the elevator.

The others ran to the elevator after they grabbed their badge and SIG. Tony slid between the doors just before they closed. He stood next to Ziva, they looked at each other. He had the same look in his eyes as he had had when they had been alone in the squad room that morning. She smiled at him. He smiled back at her. She loved his smile.

She smiled, and he just had to smile back. I love your smile, I love you. Then he found the back of his head burning, a head-slap, he looked at his boss. "You two coming, or what?" Gibbs asked impatiently. They got out the elevator fast, their bodies brushing against each other when they walked through the doors. They grinned at each other before walking to their cars. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw someone behind her car, with a gun. "Watch out!" He yelled. Then everything went in slow motion. when he saw that the shooter aimed, his eyes went to Ziva instantly, who was standing about 10 feet away from him. He ran, and jumped. "Tony!" He heard Ziva yell. Then he hit the ground. He held her, trying to protect her. He heard shooting, and tried to stand up, so he could shoot too, but something hurt, and it hurt bad. He saw everything in a blur. "Ziva… are you okay?" He said with a hoarse voice, pain written all over his face. "Tony! Tony!" She turned around. Holding his hand. "Ziva…" he whispered. "Stay awake! Please Tony, don't go!" He heard her pleading voice. "Ziva… I'm… sorry…" he whispered. "NO! No, Tony, stay with me! Please…" Then everything went black.

Oh God, he's not breathing! She panicked. She started giving him CPR while Gibbs called 911 and McGee went to get Ducky. She pushed on his chest again, and again, and blew in his mouth. She put her ear by his mouth, he was breathing again, it was faint, but it was there. She took off her sweater and put it against his wound. She heard the elevator doors and heard someone run out of the elevator. "Gibbs! Tim! Ziva! What happened! Where's Tony! I heard gunshots and…" She saw Tony, "No! Tony! Oh my god! "He… he… took a… bullet… for me." She said, swallowing, trying not to burst out in tears. Abby saw in what kind of condition Ziva was and hugged her. "He's going to be okay, he's strong." She said. But Ziva didn't listen. She looked at Tony again, she saw he was going through a lot of pain, she wished it would have been her, it should have been her. Why did he take a bullet for me? He shouldn't have done that! They heard an ambulance and looked up. Two men with a stretcher ran in their direction. Ziva and Abby stepped back to let them take care of Tony. When they put him on a stretcher Ziva followed them to the ambulance. Abby walked to Gibbs.

"You did well, miss." One of the men said. "Can I come with him?" She asked. "Of course." She got in and they drove away. She held his hand during the ride. She heard him whisper, she didn't want to hear it, it gave her hope, hope for something she knew that wouldn't happen. "Ziva…" she heard again. She looked at him, the pain was written all over his face, though he also looked peaceful. He was unconscious, but she could hear him, she could hear him well. He was whispering her name. His eyes opened. "Ziva… please Ziva… stay…" "Tony! Of course Tony, I will stay."She assured him. She would never go away. "No, Tony, stay awake… Tony, No! Open your eyes!" She heard the machines beeping, faster and faster, she looked at the medic, panic in her eyes. "Move aside, miss." The medic moved over to Tony. She didn't dare to look, she was too afraid. ´Please, Tony, don't leave me. Please." She whispered, her voice desperate. When the beeping was normal again, she looked at him again. Pain. And it was her fault.

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