AN: Started on this a few days ago. An idea that came to me, and I just knew I had to make a fanfic of it. This is my take on what our two favorite agents do outside the office. Yes, I know a lot of fanfics say that they spend it at a bar after closing a case. Well, I put a twist to that. This multi-chaptered story chronicling the highlights of their lives outside of work together does not include any one else from the team. I focused on them and them alone. Think of it as a "date". Yep.

Summary: It's another game-aside from Cat and Mouse and Hide and Seek-- they play together and they won't stop playing it until he finds The One. A story of how they spend their free time together, which involves spying, observing and whatever floats Ziva's boat.

Disclaimers: I wish I owned Shane Brennan's brain. :| Thankfully, I don't. So I don't own any of the characters.


"Over there," Tony said to Ziva, referring to the woman sitting at the bar.

"Hmm… Ziva studied the girl as closely as she could without needing to stand up and walk over to the girl in question.

"So, what do you think?" Tony asked confidently.

"Blonde, busty, long-legged. Hmmm." She stated.

"What?"

"It is good enough." She added.

"That's it? Only good?" He asked incredulously.

"You could have picked someone better." She shrugged.

"Yeah yeah…"

"But she is your type of girl, yes?" She smiled smugly.

"How do you even know what my type of girl is?" He challenged.

"Dossier, remember?" She answered casually.

"Right. I forgot I was talking to a trained assassin / spy." He deadpanned, and they chuckled.

"But really, you could have looked better."

Tony won't let his ego be scarred. "Really, I know a beautiful woman when I see one."

"Whatever you say, DiNozzo." She relented.

That was during the first year of their partnership; they year he introduced her to his game of "DiNozzo Girl-scouting". After work, they got a few drinks to celebrate having put another criminal in jail. And each night, they scanned the sea of people hanging out at the bar for women who would fit Tony's profile.

They got a lot of kicks from doing it. Not to sound like a perv, be he enjoyed observing the women who went in and out of the place—He was the Famous Anthony DiNozzo after all. He liked observing their mannerisms and how they carry themselves. Ziva gave out her opinions regarding the particular woman they're "profiling" and sometimes, she helped him look for another girl when the previous one didn't make the cut. They wrote their observations on a napkin and when they read t later they always ended up laughing their asses out loud (the excessive laughing almost made Tony spew the contents of his stomach one time) until it was time to leave the bar.

On the way back to her place, she always teased him that he should have gone up to that woman and asked for her number.

"I was supposed to do that but I forgot." was always his reply. Other times, he said that the woman leaves even before he could get up from his seat.

They just laughed again until they've reached her apartment and bid each other goodnight.

He frequently thought that this 'scouting' thing they do is as fun as the movie nights they have. He enjoyed it, she enjoyed it.

But then, it kinda got old.


There'd be 2 or 3 more chapters after this. Should I continue? Just sound off in the Reviews page. :)

I'd be throwing in flirting, banter, awkwardness, and the occasional inner battle of "should I tell him/her or not" in the following 2 or 3 chapters. Should I continue? Just sound off in the reviews page. :) :)