Authors note: Apologies for any confusion. I made some rookie mistakes earlier. Had to delete original story and upload this version. I also do not own NCIS. Thank you

Ziva looked at Tony as he led them around the dance floor. Memories of dancing with her father came to her.

'One day you will dance with a man who deserves your love' he had said.

Other memories started coming to Ziva, the things that Tony had done for her over the years. He always had her back, even when she was new, and he didn't fully trust her. He had been with her when Jenny died, had rescued her from Somalia, helped her settled back into life afterwards, had held her when the nightmares reared their ugly head in Paris. It had been Tony who consoled her when her relationship with Ray Cruz ended, had thought to bring Schmeil to DC when Eli died. And of course, he had brought the opera to her on Tali's birthday.

Ziva had not known what to say to Tony after that. No one had ever done anything so meaningful for her. Maybe because Tony knew what it was like to lose someone, Ziva did not know. She was speechless whilst she sat and listened, wishing that Tali was with her.

Now, here they were, dancing in Berlin. Tony was once again risking his career and his life to help her in her mission. It was Tony who kept her on the right path when it was so easy to fall down the rabbit hole. It was Tony who was helping to keep her head clear.

Only it wasn't that that clear right now. It had not been for weeks. Since her father had died, all Ziva could think about was revenge, getting Bodnar, avenging Eli's death. Now, however, all Ziva could think of was Tony, how much he meant to her, how much she cared for him, and how she was desperate not to lose him.

Ziva tilted her chin towards Tony, who seemed to have read her mind. Slowly their lips met in a kiss. It was one of those cliché moments you could find in one of Tony's movies. The room melted away and they stopped dancing. Tony pulled Ziva closer to him, the two of them wrapping their arms around each other.

Eventually they broke away, and realised that they were not alone. However, no else seemed to have taken noticed. Realising why they were in the nightclub to begin with, Tony looked around to find the waiter again.

'I've lost him. Can you see him anywhere?'

'No' replied Ziva, who had not taken her eyes off Tony.