First Kiss

It was a normal day. The sun was out, the birds were chirping, and people were chattering. Gibbs was still drinking coffee, Abby was still drinking caf-pow, and McGee was still hitting away on his keyboard.

So why, on this normal day, did everything change for two people.

The team was anxious. They all wanted to meet the new member of the team, but for some reason, one of them was missing. Ziva. They had searched everywhere: the autopsy room, the interrogation room, Abby's lab, the Director's office. Nowhere to be found.

Both Gibbs and McGee looked up at the ding of the elevator and watched as the doors glided open, both of them wanting to be the first one to catch a glimpse of the new Probee. But instead, Ziva rushed out, and half ran/half walked to her desk. She looked as if she had seen a ghost; her dark, deep brown eyes opened wide, a shocked, almost frantic look plastered on her tan face. Her dark, curly brown hair (Abby liked to call it "Wild Mane") seemed like she had just gotten out of bed, looked at the time, and rushed out without combing it.

Ziva scrambled behind her desk and slid into her seat, hoping no one had noticed her absence. "Where've you been, Ziva?"

She winced, knowing it was foolish to think that way especially with a boss like Gibbs. "I still have not figured out how to work my alarm clock yet, Gibbs." She could feel him staring at her, but she would not meet his eyes, knowing what she would see.

Gibbs didn't get the chance to answer because just then, the ding of the elevator went off.

They all shifted their gaze toward the elevator, waiting to the face of the new Probee, cause it was definitely wasn't going to be Ziva. A young man walked out and turned toward their bullpen, as if he knew exactly where he was going.

As the man came closer, Ziva noticed that his hair wasn't just light brown, as she had assumed. It was a variety of colors, including gold, blonde, even a little chestnut here and there. He lifted his head and his dark green eyes met her brown ones. She felt her breath come short, as if she just witnessed a startling scene. The man walked into the bullpen without ever taking his gaze away from hers, only looking away when Gibbs came to stand in front of him.

Ziva forced her eyes to look away from him, trying to get her breathing under control. When her heart stopped beating against her ribs, she got up and moved to stand behind Gibbs with McGee.

She willed, no forced herself to look at the man's shirt, not meeting his eyes.

"Anthony, Tony, Dinozzo, sir," the man answered to some unheard question. Ziva glanced up in time to see Gibbs smack Tony in the back of the head. She smiled, knowing Gibbs hated being called sir. She, too, had made the mistake of calling him that when she first joined NCIS. "You will get used to that."

Tony looked at her again and smiled. Whoa, she thought, good-looking hair, phenomenal eyes, handsome face, it just wouldn't be a complete package without the drop-dead-gorgeous smile.

Tony's gaze shifted to McGee, who had stepped forward to offer his hand after Gibbs had gone back to his desk and sat down. Tony accepted it and shook the other man's hand. "Tim McGee," McGee replied, "welcome to the team, Tony."

He let go of Tony's hand and turned to go sit down. Tony and Ziva were the only ones left standing. He put out his hand and after a few seconds, she accepted.

As soon as their hands touched, a wave of piercing sweetness hit her. It felt as if someone had flipped a switch and the world around them seemed to shrink and disappear around them.

A spark had been lit, and it traveled all throughout her body, bringing a heat wave that swamped her. She looked up into his eyes and knew he felt the same thing. Right then, something passed between them- a connection. As if, something deeper than words was being communicated.

I know you. I see what you see…

Without knowing it, Ziva raised her hand, her fingers spread out, as if they were seeking something. Just as Tony was raising his hand to intertwine their fingers, a jolt a pure panic hit her, as if she had just been drenched with freezing water. What was she doing! She let her hand drop and commanded her other hand to let go of the one that was holding his.

She hated the hurt look on his face, but he would never understand. They couldn't be together.

She was a vampire, a Night Walker, a Blood Sucker. Her world would never allow it. Besides, there were rules, rules that, if they were broken, the penalty would be death. She wasn't going to be the reason he would die.

She turned to walk past Tony, but he stepped in her path, blocking the way. She frowned, then tried again, this time going the other way. He still blocked her way. Sighing, she looked off to the side. "What?"

"At least tell me your name."

She looked at him, startled at what he'd asked. Those weren't the words she thought she was going to hear. She faked him out, going one way, then quickly turning the other way. He couldn't block her. She started to walk towards the elevator. "It's Ziva," she called over her shoulder.

"You don't have a last name?"

She sighed and pushed the button for the elevator. Of course he would follow her. "He is probably the persistent kind," Ziva muttered under her breath.

"What?"

"David. My last name is David." The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Ziva stepped inside and pressed the button for Abby's lab. Tony followed her and after the doors closed, he flipped the emergency stop switch.

She wouldn't look at him. She used all her strength to keep her head looking at the door, her torso facing him. Tony reached out his hand and touched his cheek, turning her face toward him but she still didn't look at him.

At his touch, Ziva could feel her teeth out, poking into her lip. "You won't even look at me," he said.

She turned her face up to his. His green eyes widened, then turned soft, as if he felt her pain. Ya, right.

The hand at her cheek skimmed down until it got to her chin. He softly pulled down her chin, opening her mouth and revealing her fangs. His expression didn't change as he stared at them, then reached out to touch them.

Halfway, his hand changed its course and skimmed cheek, letting his hand stay there. She leaned into it, then turned her head away and walked to the other side of the elevator.

Her back to him, she said, "Do you know what I am? Do you know what I could do to you?"

Ziva didn't hear him come up behind her. Tony rested his hands on her shoulders, knowing that he had to answer. "You're a vampire."

It wasn't a question. "And you are okay with that?" she whispered so he wouldn't hear her voice crack.

The hands on her shoulder turned around, lightly pressing her up against the wall until she felt his body pressing against hers.

Tony let go of one of her shoulders so he could thumb her cheek. She shivered as the spark went all throughout her body, bringing the same piercing sweetness with it.

"Yes, I am. I am because I know I feel something for you and I know it's real. Do you feel it or is it just me?"

Her eyes found his and saw that his eyes were shinning with… she didn't know what.

Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded. Tony looked at her, searching her eyes for something till he found it.

She watched him lean toward her until his soft lips touched hers. It was a couple of seconds before she kissed him back. She pressed her body closer to his and slipper her arm around his shoulder, while her other hand slipped into his hair. She could feel Tony lift her up higher until she was sitting on the railing, both of them now at the same height level. She felt his tongue touch her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and their tongues tangled, both of them dueling the other.

When he needed air, Tony pulled away and rested his forehead against hers, taking deep, raged breaths,

"I know… I feel… something for… you… Will you give me a chance… to figure it out?"

Ziva nodded, a smile on her face as she pulled his lips back to hers.

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