Disclaimer: Song, not mine, Show, not mine, hell, I'm not even sure this computer's mine, but whatever.

A/N: This is a series of scenes between Tony and Ziva, during and after Jeanne, set to 'You Belong With Me' by Taylor Swift. They are in chronological order, but in some, he is with Jeanne, and in others, he's not. I just heard the song and thought 'OMG, this is so Ziva while she was jealous over Jeanne, I HAVE to write something.' I know it's not very good, as my muse has just disappeared, but if you could give me any pointers, that would be fantastic! Please R&R!

As always, it's dedicated to Lottie (ProspektsMarch161) who is a fantastic person with amazing stories!!

"You Belong With Me"

You're on the phone
With your girlfriend
She's upset
She's going off about
Something that you said
She doesn't get your humor
Like I do

Nothing interesting had happened all day. There had been no case, so Gibbs had set them all doing paper work, refusing to let them leave until it was finished. Now it was almost 0800 and the most interesting thing was the conversation now occurring in the bullpen.

'No, come on, Jeanne, I didn't mean it like that. You know I didn't. Come on, don't be mad. Please, Jeanne?' Tony DiNozzo sighed quietly as he listened to his girlfriend yell over something he had meant as a joke. He couldn't even remember what he had said, and he doubted she could either. All that mattered is that he had offended her somehow. Now she was upset and he was trying desperately to smooth the situation over before it got out of hand.

His partner, Ziva David, found the whole thing hilarious. Personally, she thought his girlfriend, Jeanne, or what ever her name was, was an idiot. She knew how new Tony was to this whole monogamous relationship thing. He was bound to make a few mistakes. And from the sound of it, all he had said was one of his usual, stupid jokes about women in general. She could understand how that could be offencive to someone who was not used to him. Still, Jeanne and he had been going out for months now. Surely she was not seriously upset. She couldn't expect him to be the perfect boyfriend.

She knew she shouldn't, but she found the whole thing thoroughly amusing. As he finally slammed the receiver down, giving up on calming Jeanne, he glanced up, across the bullpen.

'Rough night, Tony?' she didn't try to hide the small smirk which was creeping across her features.

'None of your business,' he snapped back. She stared at him, seeing clearly in his eyes the anger and pain.

Standing, she slowly made her way over to him, sliding behind his desk so she was leaning on it right next to him.

Carefully, she reached a hand out, as if to touch his cheek, but at the last moment she withdrew her hand and crossed her arms. 'She will forgive you.' Ziva could almost hear her heart breaking as she watched his face darken and take on the look of a man, deeply troubled. All she wanted was to smooth things over for him.

He glanced up at her, giving a small, real smile that made her feel slightly better. She knew she should probably go back to work, but she hated putting even that amount of space between them.

Returning to her desk, she found the paperwork was almost done. Looking over, she noticed Tony's pile was almost three times as big as hers.

Sighing, she stood, collected her bags and walked to the elevator. She hated seeing him with someone else, but she hated seeing him like this even more. She knew the way. She had found it while snooping around his desk.

Her mini pulled up outside an apartment building and she stepped out. Her heart was racing as though she had just run the miles from the navy yard. She took a deep breath and made her way to apartment 202.

Out side the door, she hesitated. Should she really be here? Wasn't this intruding into his personal life? But he was her partner. She had to at least try to make things better for him.

Before she could back out, she knocked. The door swung open to reveal a beautiful woman with short brown hair and bright green eyes. Ziva felt another pang of jealousy. She could see why Tony loved this girl. Why couldn't she look like that?

'Can I help you?' Jeanne stared out of her open door at the exotic beauty in front of her. She was sure if she looked like that, Tony would never say stupid things. He would be surely do anything for her. A pang of jealousy rose as she waited for the woman to speak.

Oh shit, thought Ziva, what was she going to say? 'Umm, Tony asked me to stop by on his way home, to tell you that he would be late,' she blurted out. He hadn't told her any such thing, but he would be late and he had tried to call Jeanne again, probably to tell her, but she hadn't answered. 'He said he tried to call, but got no answer. I do not know why he asked me to drip by, but maybe there was something wrong with his phone.'

Jeanne looked at her oddly. 'Do you mean, drop by?' The jealousy in her spiked even higher. This woman knew Tony. On top of that, her accent was exotic and beautiful.

Ziva stared at her for a second 'Yes! That is what I mean! I am sorry, American idioms are not my strong point.' She smiled nervously. She paused for a moment before jumping straight in. 'I am sorry for intruding, but I heard Tony arguing with someone earlier. I am pretty certain it was you.'

'Yes, what about it?'

'Listen, while Tony is a good guy, he is also an idiot. Whatever he said to upset you, I am sure he did not mean it. He can say foolish things when he is not thinking, but he really does love you, and I know that he would hate to think he hurt you.' That said, she nodded and made to leave, when Jeanne's voice called out behind her.

'What are you to Tony?' She seemed stressed. For some reason, it annoyed her that this woman was close enough to Tony to understand him like that.

Again, Ziva hesitated. What should she say? She knew she was in love with Tony, but he loved Jeanne. They were partners, she would die for him. But that wasn't what she wanted to know. 'We are just colleagues. We work together. That is all.'

And with that, she left. She heard Jeanne call out for a name behind her, but didn't answer.

Later, when Tony came home, he would be greeted by his smiling girlfriend. He would be confused, wondering why he wasn't being yelled at, accused for what he had done. She would smile and say his friend had explained it all. If it was possible, he would be even more confused but wouldn't press it.

Jeanne would sit with him while they watched a movie, completely content for the first time in a while. The beauty didn't have Tony. He had chosen her, and for that, she felt extremely happy. For the first time, she truly realised how lucky she was.

Ziva would go home, curl up on the sofa and put in a movie too. She however, would be feeling slightly down. There was no way she could compete with Jeanne, but as long as Tony was happy, she didn't care. She loved him too much.

Okay, well, this turned out to be too long to just be one chapter, so I'm going to split it up into several shorter ones. I'll probably post one a day, but sorry if it takes a bit longer. Please review to tell me what I could do better! Pretty please?

Ciber cookies to anyone who guesses where the next scene takes place!

love ya.

Jen :D