Okay so here it is another TIVA fanfic I'm a one trick pony I admit but you know it's whatever and Oh my other NCIS fanfic (heartless) didn't get a single review so I'm a little upset so it would be the coolest thing in the world if every one that reads this leaves a review (wishful thinking I know right)

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of the characters in it. I do however own this plot and any characters I make up and put in the story.

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"What are you staring at DiNozzo?" Ziva asked as if she didn't already know.

"Nothing, it's just I…I…umm. Why are you so dressed up?" He stuttered. It was true she looked absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a short dark blue dress that came to right above her knee, and although it flowed away from her body below her bust Tony could still see all of her perfect curves. She wore black sling-back heels. Her long thick hair was made even thinker with curls that were pulled back away from her face. All Tony could think about was when they went under cover together, and how beautiful she looked then as well as now. "Well if you must know Tony I have a date tonight. I just had to stop by and give the director something before I left," She said sounding as aggravated as she could. Even though deep inside she wanted him to ask that very question so that she could give her response and see his reaction. "Well who is this guy Ziva? Where'd you meet him? What's he like?" He knew he sounded like an over protective father as he fired out these questions, but he didn't care. He guessed that was good since he really felt more like the VERY jealous boyfriend.

"Why does it matter DiNozzo? All that matters is that he is richer, more successful, more interesting, and defiantly better looking than you." She had a very smug smile as she walked across the bull pen towards the elevator. "I don't like how this guy sounds. Don't trust him Ziva," Tony barked from his desk, but Ziva had already entered the elevator and left. "I bet he's gay," Tony whispered under his breath

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As Ziva got out of her small car and walked into the restaurant she noticed how nice it was. It was very large with white marble all around it. It had large white columns with carvings of grapes, goddesses, and animals wrapped around them. The host came over to me and with a very thick but painfully fake Italian accent asked, "May I help you miss?"

"Yes, actually I am looking for a Mr. Chariten."

"Awww, yes, he reserved a special table for you two towards the back. Very romantic ma'am." She walked towards the back with him until they reached a small round table. Her date came around and pulled her chair out for her. "Thank you Michael ."

"No problem. I'm really glad you came. When I first saw you I couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful you were, and I knew I would kick myself if I didn't ask you out."

"Are you always this forward with all women Michael?" I asked, shocked.

"Only the ones that look like you. So no. Why was it bad?"

"No, just different I liked it. Most men barely tell women anything after years of dating. It is nice to see someone that knows how to tell the truth." As we continued our conversation I looked at him memorizing his every feature. It was something we had learned in Massoud training. We were told to do it with every person we had come into contact with, I had been doing it since I was about six so it was like second nature to me. He was very handsome to say the least. He had a square chin and jaw with very chiseled cheek bones. His hair was a messy pile on top of his head that came down across his eyes. It was dark brown, the exact color of Tony's. Oh No! I was not going to think about this now. Tonight was about me and I was not going to let Dinozzo ruin it for me. There was no way.

We had talked about everything from our families to our jobs when the check came. I was terrified to look at the price. I knew this was a really nice place, I also knew that I had ordered the filet mignon, and between the two of us we had gone through a bottle of one of their most expensive Merlots. I just did not want him to think I was needy, or a silver miner. Then I began to think I have never been this worried about what guys have thought about me. Maybe since I came to America my life had become slightly more normal, or maybe it was just something in his eyes. The same eyes I had only seen once before, only somewhat more intriguing on the other man in a different way.

He took the check and did not ever look at it like it was crazy, like I knew the price was. "Thank you so much Michael, I really had a great time. I hope we can do this again sometime."

"Soon," he stated. "Let me walk you to you car." When we reached the car I turned around to give him a quick hug and see if I could maybe get a good night kiss out of the deal. Though as I wrapped my arms around him I felt a sharp prick in my back, and before I knew what had happened I was falling into his strong arms as everything went black.

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OOOOO cliff hanger OK so even though I don't really want to do this I have no other choice. If I get five reviews you'll get chapter two ten reviews and you'll get two and three.