Hello! Thank you for clicking into my story. This is my first NCIS story. I'm kinda hooked on the show and have read many of the stories on Fanfiction so I thought I'd try writing one myself.

English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes that may occur.

This story is rated M for later chapters, just to be on the safe side.

I'm going for a nice fluffy and hopefully smutty story in the end, so if you are not into that kind of stuff you should stop reading.

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Spoiler for Season 7 in this chapter.

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Undercover engagement

Chapter 1

Tony took another beer out of the fridge. The cool glass felt nice against his warm hand.

"You want another one?!" He yelled out.

"Yes, please!" He got in response from the living room. He grabbed another beer and headed back to the couch.

Ziva was sitting in the same position as when he left her two minutes ago.

"Here you go." Tony said while he sat down next to her.

"Thanks. Ahhh, nice and cold. I can't believe how hot it is." Ziva said taking a swig from the bottle.

"Ready to continue?" Tony asked as he sat his bottle down on the table and got comfortable.

"Ziva nodded and Tony reached for the remote control and pressed play.

It was movie night. Tony had declared every Thursday a movie night. He was determined to show Ziva all those great movies she had missed out on.

They had watched half of "The Notebook" and Tony had never seen Ziva so caught up in a movie before.

"Do you like the movie, Ziva?" He asked clearing some of the empty beer bottles on the table to make room for his feet.

"Yes, very much. Now shush." She answered scooting a little closer to Tony.

Tony loved these get togethers. He had seen all the movies before, so he could concentrate on Ziva. Up until now he had made good choices in his movies. Ziva had enjoyed everyone they had seen and she always had lots of questions about the plot and the characters. Last week she had been so upset with the ending of the movie that she had stayed at his place until two in the morning. And the next day at work Ziva had spent the better part of the morning arguing with Tony about how a movie like that should have ended.

Suddenly Tony was brought back to reality when he felt Ziva's head rest on his shoulder and he heard a little sniffle. Was she crying? Then he heard it again, louder this time. Yes, she was definitely crying. He didn't know what to do at first. Had it been any other woman he would have laughed a little and squeezed them tighter and almost mock them for their tears. But he didn't do that now. He couldn't. It wasn't just any woman sitting beside him. It was Ziva. He found that he respected her on another level than other women. Not just because she could kill him if he so much as snorted at her, but because it mattered what she thought about him. Tony went wide eyed as he just realized this.

These movie nights hadn't gone on for very long, but he just realized that he had not once made fun of her reactions to the movies or the choice of movie she made. Yes, they would argue about what they thought of the movie, but he had never mocked her. He had always let her have her own opinion.

Ziva sighed and sniffled again.

"Are you okay?" He asked in his softest voice as he looked down at her. He was blessed with her looking back up at him with her beautiful brown eyes.

"Yes, it's just beautiful." She sighed and held his gaze.

"Yes, it is." Tony replied not even looking at the pictures on the screen. Ziva resumed watching the movie and soon after Tony too looked at the TV. He couldn't argue with her on this one. These particular scenes in the movie got to him too. He had more than once felt his eyes water up watching this movie.

Tony heard Ziva drawing a ragged breath and felt his shirt getting wet. He leaned forward and got a napkin from the table and handed it to her. As she took it he put his arm around her and pulled her closer. They didn't say anything to each other. Tony smiled at the warmth he felt from her body. He had never seen her like this before. And he had never thought he would hold her like this. It showed that she trusted him and he realized that it meant the world to him.

Ziva was a little stunned at her own weakness. Tony had told her before they had started the movie that it was a tearjerker. She now understood what that meant. It hadn't taken long before she had felt the tears pressing their way through and all though she had done everything in her power not to shed them, she lost the battle. At first she blamed it on the alcohol, but as the movie went on she realized that she would have cried alcohol or not.

Resting against Tony felt so right at one point and as her body seem to have a mind of its own she let herself rest against his shoulder. When he didn't say anything she figured it was alright with him and stayed there. Now she was holding the napkin in one hand while the other arm was slung casually across Tony's stomach. She liked that he held her close. He had never done that before. The more she thought about it she realized that they never really hugged. When he came to rescue her in Somalia they didn't hug afterwards. Maybe that was because of the unresolved issues between them. And the kiss and apology in the men's room at work was kind of like a hug.

She thought back to other times when they had been apart for a long time or one of them had been in any distress. They never hugged when it was over. Abby hugged. She hugged everyone. Ziva especially remembered one time she had wanted to hug Tony. It was when they had been undercover and Tony had been beaten up. She had stormed back to the hotel room where he had been kept. She was sure to find him dead. But he had overpowered the guy and was beating the crap out of him. The only thing Ziva wanted to do was to free his hands and give him a big hug. She was so relieved that he was okay. But then he had made that smart remark about getting a divorce and he had ruined it.

They were friends, good friends. Friends hugged each other. Right? But she also knew how things were between them. They were both very proud people. They didn't show many emotions. There had always been tension between them. They just didn't seem to figure out what kind of tension.

Ziva sighed again, angry with herself for drifting off with these thoughts again, for the millionth time. She just felt so safe having Tony hold her like this.

The movie was about to end and as it dawned on Ziva who the old couple was Tony held her even closer as he felt more tears hit his shirt. At one point she was shaking a little bit and Tony couldn't resist giving her a kiss on the top of her head. The end credits were rolling on the screen in front of them. Tony was ready to let go of her as he thought she would want to move. But she didn't. Her head was resting on his chest and her arm was tight around his stomach.

"Ziva?" He asked not letting go of her.

"Just give me a minute." She replied using the napkin to brush away some tears. She was getting embarrassed. She promised herself to never drink again at these movie nights.

"Take all the time that you need." Tony said stroking her back. He knew that this was not something that they usually did. Being so close and all. Heck, they never even hugged. But he couldn't let this opportunity get away from him. Lately he had made every excuse to be near her as much as possible. These movie nights were one way. At work he tried to be partnered up with her as often as possible. If he got assigned anything he always asked to bring Ziva, if she was assigned to a task he always offered to help. Of course Gibbs didn't always let him have his way, but most of the time he didn't seem to mind Tony and Ziva partnering up.

Tony was startled when Ziva suddenly sat up straight on the couch. She gave him a quick smile before she excused herself and went to the bathroom.

When she came back to the living room Tony smiled at her. He could see that she had reapplied her makeup, trying to hide her red eyes.

"It's a tough movie to watch." Tony stated and motioned for her to sit down next to him again.

"It's a wonderful movie. I don't know if any other movie can top that one." Ziva sighed as she sat down on the couch again and turned towards Tony.

"Are you saying that you don't want to come over for movie night anymore?" Tony asked surprised to realize that he was holding his breath for her answer.

"No, I'm not saying such a thing. But I can't wait to see what you have to show me next time." She answered smiling at him. Tony gave her his 1000 watt smile and could finally breathe again.

"That's good to hear. I think maybe next Thursday we should watch an action movie though. There are not many other romantic dramas that will top "The Notebook"." Tony stated before he reached over and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. Ziva shivered at the contact, which didn't go unnoticed by Tony. It was something about this night about the way they looked at each other that kept Tony fixated on her.

He swallowed hard when Ziva closed her eyes briefly to the feel of his hand now cupping her face.

"Ziva… I…" Tony started as he leaned closer. He knew he shouldn't do this. It was all wrong. They were partners. He was only an inch from her lips now. Her full, rich lips covered in the perfect shade of pink. Or was it red? He didn't really know all he knew was that it was perfect for her. He shook his head briefly getting rid of these ridiculous thoughts.

He leaned in closer and just as his lips came in contact with hers his cell phone rang.

"Crap." He said against her lips and it was like Ziva suddenly woke up from a dream. She pulled back quickly and put some distance between them.

"You should get that." She stated looking at the phone instead of up at him.

"Yeah." He sighed and Ziva could see the disappointment in his eyes. She was disappointed too, for two seconds, before she realized what they had done. Hadn't someone called at that second who knew what it would have led to.

"DiNozzo." Tony said.

"Where are you DiNozzo?"

"Uhm, at home, boss." Tony answered and Ziva noticed how he sat up straighter.

"We have a dead marine. How fast can you be here?" Gibbs asked quickly.

"Uhm… Boss, I don't think… Well, that is I don't know." Tony looked to Ziva for help but she seemed to be waiting for his answer just as much as Gibbs was.

"You don't think or know what, DiNozzo?!" Gibbs wanted an answer.

"I've had some beers." Tony said fast before he cringed.

"It's Thursday for crying out loud. How many?" Gibbs was obviously annoyed.

"Enough. Uhm… Too many, boss." Tony answered looking down at his hands.

"I thought you had quit drinking?"

"Well, no not completely. You see it's…" Tony was cut off by Gibbs' loud voice.

"Never mind! I'll call Ziva."

"Uhm, uh, boss?" Tony started.

"She's there with you, isn't she?"

"Yes."

"And she has been drinking too?"

"Yes, but you see its movie night and we always…"

"It's Thursday, DiNozzo! Not a good day for movie nights and drinking. Move them to Fridays."

"But, boss, we're not even on call tonight. So we figured…" Tony cringed again and looked up at Ziva. She felt sorry for him and tried telling him with her eyes.

"I don't care. Call Ziva a cab and get her home. You two are to be at the office at 0700 hours tomorrow morning. God, help me if you are late." Gibbs talked fast.

"AND MOVE IT TO FRIDAYS!!!" Ziva heard Gibbs yell before the line went dead.

"I guess we are moving the movie night's to Fridays then." Ziva said nervously.

"Yeah." Tony looked up at her and gave her a crooked smile.

"I better call you a cab." He continued as he dialed. Ziva just nodded and reached for her purse by the side of the couch.

As Tony walked Ziva to his door he knew he should say something about the kiss. Could it even be called a kiss? Yes, he decided. It was a kiss, however brief it was. He wondered how far things would have gone had it not been for Gibbs' call. They had both been drinking too much. Maybe they could blame it all on the alcohol? No, that's a lie. He told himself. He was so confused and so into his own thoughts that he almost missed the fact that Ziva had opened the door.

"Well." She said.

"Thank you so much for the beautiful movie, good food and beer." Ziva said as she stepped into the hallway.

"It was my pleasure." Tony replied politely as a million thoughts were running through his brain. Should he kiss her goodbye? If he did, would she slap him or would she kiss him back? Maybe stay the night, letting him do things to her that he had fantasist about for so long?

"Uhm." He heard Ziva say and was pulled back to reality. He blushed slightly and for a second he wondered if he had said those things out loud.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Tony." Ziva said taking a step away from his door.

"Uh, yeah I'll see you tomorrow. Good night." Tony replied as he watched Ziva give him a small smile before she turned around and walked away.

When Tony couldn't see her any longer he closed his door and went into the living room. There he let himself fall over the armrest and crashed down on the couch.

"You're such an idiot, DiNozzo!"