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Hey everyone! Here's my second fic.....I already have this one done (pretty much), so I decided I'd go ahead and post it now. The only matter is when I'll be able to get on the computer to upload it all........

Hope you like it!

Chapter 1

"Good morning everyone!" Tony DiNozzo walked into the bullpen, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, you seem awfully happy today," Ziva David replied from her desk, suspicion written all over her face. "Tell me, you had a......good night, yes?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and tilting her head curiously.

"Oh-ho, Ziva, very funny. Actually, I did have a good night. A very good night," he winked. "Night's name was Gabriella," Tony remarked, over-dramatically rolling his tongue on the name.

Gibbs rolled his eyes as Ziva casually wandered over to Tony's desk, leaning against it provocatively.

"A new little Latina flame?"

"Ziva! I'm offended! I don't refer to them as 'flames.' It's just too..." he tilted his head, searching for the right word. "Impersonal."

"Impersonal."

Tony nodded, giving her an expression that read "Duh."

"But you can refer to these women as 'them?'" she asked smugly.

Tony opened his mouth to reply, but quickly closed it and turned to McGee. "Probie! I need your help!" he whispered urgently.

"No time for it, DiNozzo," Gibbs finally spoke. "We've got a dead sailor at Quantico."

The team quickly grabbed their gear and headed out. Ziva turned to Tony once they had all gotten in the elevator. "So who is this Gabriella?" she asked as the doors closed.

Once the team had arrived at the crime scene, the agents dispersed and started on their usual assignments. Gibbs was talking to the people on the scene, while Ziva was taking pictures of everything. Tony was hitting on a hot, blonde reporter who was standing nearby, while Ducky and Palmer were trying to estimate the time of death. McGee was on the phone with Abby, supposedly discussing the forensic evidence that had been sent ahead of time.

"So, yeah, if you want to hang out sometime, that'd be-" Tony was cut short by Gibbs.

"DiNozzo!" He looked over at Tony with his infamous, expressionless Gibbs stare. Tony automatically ducked his head when he was called, causing the reporter to smile uncomfortably.

"My boss," he started to explain, laughing awkwardly. "Uh, nevermind." He ran off, leaving the reporter confused.

"Boss, you'll never guess who that was!"

Gibbs simply stared at him, wondering if this was going to be relevant to the case at hand-at all. But, then again, this was Anthony DiNozzo...of course it wouldn't be. He sighed. Tony, incorrectly taking this as a sign to go ahead, went on.

"That was Jennifer Collins. The hottie of high school......." he drifted off dreamily. "Man, she was hot....still is." He was suddenly brought back to reality with a good, firm headslap. "Thanks, Boss," he sighed.

Ziva came over, followed by McGee, Ducky, and Palmer.

"Time of death was around two this morning," Ducky told Gibbs.

"Cause of death?"

"It appears to be strangulation. I could be mistaken, however. I'll have to double check once I get back to Autopsy."

Gibbs nodded, and the team packed up to head back to the office. On their way back to the van, Tony pulled a piece of paper out that Jennifer had managed to slip into his pocket.

He glanced at the number written on it, along with a message that read "Pick me up tomorrow at 7," followed by an address. "Score!" he laughed, pumping his fist in the air.

Everyone but Gibbs stopped to look back at him.

"What is making you so happy? We are at a crime scene, Tony," Ziva remarked, as the rest of the team proceeded walking to the van.

He grinned sheepishly as he shoved the paper back in his pocket. "Sorry," he offered.

Ziva just rolled her eyes and continued walking on. Tony jogged to catch up with her. "So," he began, walking beside her. "Do you think there's a chance you could cover for me tomorrow night?"

She looked up at him. "For what?"

"Well, you see, that reporter that was there today, well, she used to go to my high school, and, man, I thought she was hot then...." he continued on as Ziva began to tune him out.

She did not want to hear this. Ugh. For the past month, Tony had talked to her about nothing but girls. Girls, girls, girls. This was to be expected, of course, but he hadn't been rubbing any of it in McGee's face, which was unexpected. Ziva was the one who had been forced to listen to Tony's endless droning for this month, at least most of the time.

And, strangely enough, she was feeling very disappointed by it all. She almost even felt hurt, wounded. She constantly had to push down the rush of feelings that attacked her everytime he mentioned a new fling. She allowed her thoughts to wander, but was brought back to reality when she heard Tony ask her, "So, what do you say?"

"What is in it for me?"

"For you?" he asked, contemplating.

"Yes, for me."

"Well, how does dinner on me sound?"

Ziva smiled. "Restaurant, or homemade?"

"Whatever you want," Tony replied, smiling back.

She looked away, towards the van, sighing. "All right," she finally agreed, looking back up at him.

"Yes! Thank you Zi! Thank you so much!" He grabbed her small, delicate hands in his large ones. "Thank you!" he said again, excitedly.

She glanced down at their clasped hands. "Sure." What had she gotten herself into now? She sighed as she gently took her hands back, and set her sights back on the van once again.

Tony glanced down at her face, carefully studying it. There was something in her eyes, but he couldn't place it. He looked back up, quietly sighing. He silently prayed he hadn't pissed her off or anything.....only God knows what could happen if Ziva David, Super-Secret-Ninja-Chick, got mad at you. He looked back at her for a split second, and, from the look in her eyes, he somehow knew she wasn't mad at him. She just looked lost, confused. Tony had the sudden urge to take her and hold her in his arms.

He shook his head, hoping to shake the thought out of his mind. What was this? He wasn't sure if he wanted to know. No matter what, though, he was not going to let this-whatever it was- get in his way the next night. No way would Ziva David ever interrupt his thoughts on another date night.

He had no clue how wrong he was.

So, any thoughts? This probably isn't the best....I'm sleep-deprived right now, haha. Please review....any comments are appreciated!!

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