A/N: I do not own NCIS. If I did I would owe Weatherly and be the most happy girl in the whole wide world. I promised some kickin' TIVA and I hope this delivers. Enjoy! (By the way- points will be given if you can guess the songs!)

They had closed their case about hour ago. A jealous boyfriend had killed his girlfriend, her military husband, and their three year old daughter. It was open and close as far as Mossad Officer Ziva David could see but it still bothered her head. And, though she was loathe to admit it, the child killing bothered her heart. She couldn't stop the thoughts running in her head when she got to her place so she dressed out for the night and went in search of a loud place where her thoughts would fade away. Club 52 was where she ended up.

She managed to find a place at the bar when a guy sidled next to her. "Buy you a drink?" he asked.

She looked at him. Nice looking guy with enough hair gel to have his groomed head to defy gravity. For some reason Ziva thought of Agent Tony DiNozzo and gave a small laugh. "That will be fine."

Several drinks and several guys later Ziva felt she was on her way to being smoshed. The current guy, Steve, was talking about his boring job when she felt her phone vibrate in her purse on her lap. Ignoring the guy she answered the phone. "Hello?"

"--va?"

She plugged up her other ear and slouched her shoulder in an effort to block the music. "What?"

"What are you doing?" That was yelled.

"Abby!" she yelled back, happily. "You should come here. It is a bomb!"

"How much have you had to drink?"

Ziva thought earnestly. "Five...no, six drinks."

"Beer or alcohol?"

"Alcohol."

"Where are you?"

"Club Five Two."

"Club Fifty-two, got it."

"Are you coming?" she asked but the phone had already been disconnected. She turned excited to Dan. "My friend is coming. You will like her. She gets excited about blood and skulls."

Belated Ziva realized Abby didn't ask where in the club she was but since she was in a brilliant red shirt and her dark hair curled she figured it would be easy to find her. She hoped Abby would arrive soon because the current man was boring her eyes to tear up.

"Hey there, pretty girl," a voice came low and directly in her ear, causing her to jump and almost land off the stool she was perched. Then she heard a familiar chuckle.

She turned her head around and tilted it up to look at her partner. "Tony, you are a surprise."

He shifted his eyes over to the random guy to her left then grinned easily at her. "Yeah, well, Abby couldn't make it so she thought I might do."

"Do what?" she asked, confused in her haziness.

His grin widened. "Do anything you want, sweetcheeks."

Ben, the other man, narrowed his eyes at the two of them. "Is this man bothering you, Tiva?"

"It's Zee-va," Tony corrected.

"He is my partner," she explained.

Ben immediately pushed back. "Hey, sorry, man. She didn't tell me she was taken."

"Taken where?" she asked as Tony took his vacated spot.

"Nowhere yet. I just got here."

"Have a drink."

They had two together when the music changed.

Everybody in the club right now

Tell the DJ to turn it loud.
Dedicate, man, your favorite song.
Single ladies you can't go wrong.

"I love this song!" Ziva announced and grabbed Tony's hand to drag him on the dance floor.

"You have got to be kidding me," he muttered but obliged to move with her as she bounced and swayed to the beat of the song. When she started dirty dancing on him he decided enough was enough. Once the song assured them enough that the group would be their boyfriend Tony took her arm and lead her to the door.

"Where are we going?" she wanted to know.

"Home."

She pouted as they entered the night. "But I can't drive."

"That's why I am here."

"Baby, you can take me home," she started singing in a sultry voice.

Tony just chuckled as he led her to his car.

The usually graceful Ziva tripped once they were outside, making Tony grab her elbow to steady her until they reached his car.

"Need help, buddy?" once of the men going in asked.

Tony gave him a look. "I'm cool. Thanks."

Ziva smiled up at him. "You are some times cool. Not always, my little hairy butt."

He grimaced. "See, that's not nice, Zee-vah. You need to learn to be more gracious to the DD."
S he leaned against his car while he unlocked the door for her. "What is this 'DD'?"

"Designated Driver," he answered. "Now, get in."

She did but still had to ask, "Designated Driver to where?"

He got in and started the car. "Seems like we are going to your place. Any objections?"

She shrugged. "Whatever you say, DD."

He felt obligated to walk her to her door to make sure she made it in ok. Then he felt obligated to walk in when she grabbed his wrist to pull him in.

"I am going to turn on some music," she told him.

He closed and locked the door out of habit. "Not too loud. It's 1:30 in the morning. I doubt your neighbors would approve."

She didn't respond but went to her radio. Immediately it started blasting out an 80s rock song.

I knew right from the beginning

I knew right from the start you'd put an arrow in my heart.
Round and round What goes around comes around.

She twirled herself into Tony's arms, laughing at his expression. "Let go for once, Tony. Let us have fun."

He grabbed her wrists lightly and twisted her gently in a loose circle before swaying her back and forth to the beat of the music as he lead the way to her bedroom.

She stopped him in the doorway, facing him, flush against him. She gave him a slow sexy smile. "Are you trying to get me in bed, Anthony DiNozzo?"

He swallowed and he hoped she could hear his heart speed up. "Technically."

"Well, why do you not just ask me?" Her smile deepened.

He opened his mouth to answer her but he was never given the chance to form the words. She slide her body up his and placed her full mouth onto his as she moved her arms around his neck. He made a slight noise as the electric shock of the kiss ran down his body. He put his hands up to push her away from him but his hands had a mind of their own and circled her body to the small of her back where her butt began to swell.

When they fell onto the bed without him knowing they were moving he was able to break the heady kiss for air. He was on looking down at her, both breathing heavy. "We can't do this," he told her as he lie halfway on her only propped up by his elbows.

She rubbed her hips against his, causing him to moan. "Why not? We both want this. We have always wanted this."

He steeled himself. "Maybe but you are drunk and not acting yourself and I don't want to be stabbed by a butter knife tomorrow morning for talking advantage of you."

She smiled. "Silly Tony. I have more sharp things than a knife of butter." She reached up and ran her fingers through his short hair. "I will not hurt you."

He snorted. "Says you now."

"I am not too drunk, hairy butt. I can still make my own decisions."

His resolve was weakening. "We'll regret it."

Anger flashed across her features and it was she who pushed him away. "Fine. I will not beg to have you. You may leave now."

Tony stood but hung his head. "Look, Ziva, don't be like this. It's not--"

"Leave!"

He walked towards her living room and was almost there when he looked over his shoulder to see Ziva curled up on her side, knees nearly to her chest. That sight did it. He turned and briskly walked back to her bed, taking her wrist and yanking her up. Her eyes and lips showed her surprise right before he kissed her with all of his need. She answered back with hers.

He pushed her down on the bed as he pressed his lean body against hers. His hands were hot to touch her and as he lifted her shirt he stared at her chest for a moment.

"A problem?" she asked, lowly.

His eyes found hers. "Perfect," was all he said before reaching behind her to release the bra that was covering her. She arched her body as he kissed her from the neck to one breast, spending time on it, loving it with his mouth before going to the other.

Ziva pulled on his shirt, throwing it into the darkness of the corner in her room, then placed her hands on his back and chest.

He returned to her mouth and the kiss grew as they grinded they bodies together. She had one hand on his head, through his short hair to keep him as close as possible. Her other hand was working the button of his jeans.

Finally, they were naked, bodies touching. "Are you ok?" he asked, posing himself above her.

She answered by a flick of her pelvis and they both moaned in pleasure.

Their kiss matched their bodies, stroke for stroke, and too soon it was too much for her. She nearly screamed his name and he joined her in ecstasy, even if it was for just a moment.

They fell asleep lying beside each other but Tony pulled her to him in the night.

The next morning Tony woke suddenly to the image of Ziva standing above him, holding a vicious knife. He flinched up, holding the sheet to him. "You promise! Please don't!"

She scowled. "Was it worth it, Tony?"

"Yes, actually," he told her, thinking it was definitely worth it.

"A deal, then."

"Ok."

"I'll put the knife away if you prove it was worth it."

Tony grinned. "Put the knife down. I would hate to have to explain THAT to Gibbs."

A smile broke out on Ziva's face as she put the knife on the nightstand and jumped into bed with her partner.