Author's Note: This is my first (well actually second but the first one I never published) fanfic. I would love some constructive criticism etc. I wanted to post this yesterday after I wrote it but I was running late. I was the sober driver for a girls night out :P Got home just a few minutes ago haha and now I'm really really tired. Oh and this is has not been beta read and English is not my mother tounge so any mistakes are my own. This goes for all the chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or the places etc from the show. I'm just a poor student.

I'm trying to write the characters in character but some time they might end up slighty OOC.

February 2010

"McGee, you got a location on Seaman Dunhill?" Gibbs asked walking into the bullpen with a coffee in hand. The silver haired man stopped in front of his desk and turned to the desk on the opposite site of the cubicle he shared with his three team members.

"Yes boss" McGee answered. The younger man looked up to look at his boss tearing his eyes away from the computer screen in front of him but with his fingers still on the keyboard. The young agent looked a bit nervous anticipating the next words leaving his boss' mouth.

"Take David and pick him up!" Gibbs said while walking behind his desk and sitting down setting down his coffee on the counter and picking up the phone.

At his boss' orders McGee shot up from his chair walking across the bullpen heading for the elevators that would lead him to the garage. Also rising from her chair was Special Agent Ziva David. Her brown locks swaying when she rose picked up her gear and followed closely behind Timothy 'Tim' McGee.

As the pair left Gibbs was left in the bullpen with his senior field agent Anthony 'Tony' DiNozzo. Tony sat at his desk which was diagonally placed from Gibbs' own desk. Tony had looked up from his desk when McGee and Ziva had left. Staring at Ziva was one of Tony's secret pleasures. The Israeli's looks was something Tony loved. Her honey toned skin and long brown hair. He couldn't let his eyes linger too long though. Tony wouldn't want to earn a head slap from him darling boss Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Gibbs had rules about fraternization between agents whom work together. Rule number 12. Gibbs had been bringing the rule up frequently the past couple of months around Tony and Ziva. They weren't doing anything so Tony just shrugged the rule of his shoulders. To be completely honest Tony didn't really know where he stood with Ziva. They had had their ups and downs these past couple of years. When one of them were ready to move a step forward the other was in a relationship or a case got in between or their feelings just got suppressed. They're relationship had changed in these past couple of months though. Ziva had changed, her former Mossad shell slowly turning softer. She was trusting Tony more than before. Tony knew the summer months had drained Ziva and prepared her for death. When he had rescued her from her imprisonment in Somalia they returned to Washington D.C. with newfound hope.

"DiNozzo!" a shout was heard throughout the bullpen bringing Tony from his thoughts. Standing in front of his desk was Gibbs.

"Taking a break DiNozzo?"

"No boss." Tony quickly answered typing away on his keyboard, tearing his eyes away from the empty view of the elevator doors.

"Were did Seaman Dunhill get his latest fireworks from?" Gibbs asked taking a sip from his coffee cup.

"Smuggled in from China boss" Tony said looking up.

"Maybe he just wanted to celebrate the Chinese New Year?" Tony said with a grin tugging on his face.

The comment earned him a glare from Gibbs. Tony's face changed expression quickly.

"Find his supplier." Gibbs sternly said and then turned on his heels walking to the elevators heading down to his forensic analyst Abigail 'Abby' Sciuto's lab.

Tony made a face and went back to typing on his keyboard letting his eyes settle on the computer screen. The case they were currently working on was more of a game of cat and mouse. The case had started with a complaint from the Navy base in Maryland. A box of fireworks had been lit destroying a nearby house from where they had been ignited. The tracks had soon leaded them to Seaman Manfred Dunhill. The seaman had a thing for fireworks and destruction. When Gibbs' team had arrived at the navy base they were met with explosions every few hours around the base. Seaman Dunhill had rigged a variety of pyrotechnics to go off with intervals. They found out the name of the man responsible the next day but had been chasing the seaman for two days. He had decided to go into hiding. McGee had finally traced the seaman's cell phone's GPS signal. It was then McGee and Ziva had left the office.

Ziva stopped the car by the D.C. Greyhound station. McGee had tracked the seaman's GPS signal here. Seaman Dunhill hadn't been seen for a few days and they had expected him to try and skip town. Ziva turned off the engine and was already out the door when McGee let out a breath and released the grip he had around his seatbelt. He was never comfortable with Ziva driving. Her driving was insane. She always let her foot press the gas pedal to the floor and ignored the rest of the traffic steering through it like a racehorse galloping trying to reach the finish line first.

"You are coming McGee?" Ziva said holding the driver car door peering into the car.

McGee placed his hand on the door and got out. Looking over at Ziva he saw she started moving towards the door into the Greyhound station building. Closing his door he jogged to settle on her right side.

Inside the building the agents looked around letting their eyes search for Seaman Dunhill. Ziva's eyes found the seaman and she nudged McGee to get his attention pointing to the left corner of the building. Sitting in a chair was Manfred Dunhill. He seemed devoured by something in his hands. Hands on their guns the agents slowly made their way towards the seaman. Before they reached the seaman his head shot up and the saw them.

"NCIS, stay where you are" McGee cried as they saw the look in Dunhill's eyes.

Ziva darted forward but the seaman had already gotten up from the bench and started running towards the exit. McGee ran after Ziva and the seaman.

The seaman had reached the doors when Ziva yelled "Special Agents, stop where you are". He didn't even look back but just sprinted out the door. Ziva was right on his heels now with her gun drawn.

What Ziva had failed to miss was the firecrackers Manfred Dunhill now started lighting up during his run and throwing at Ziva. Ziva had to dodge from her path to avoid the small explosives. Unfortunately one of the firecrackers got in Ziva's way blowing up near her face. Ziva let her hands fall up protecting her face but the small explosion made her fall down on the pavement.

The seaman stole a glance over his shoulder to see if one of his babies had hit its target. Running while looking over his shoulder seem to be too much for the seaman as he missed to clear his path and ran right into a car, falling down with his firecrackers setting off on top of him. Screaming he tried to squirm his way out from underneath the explosions.

McGee had seen the whole scene and ran up to Ziva as she was rolling over to lie on her back.

"Get the seaman" she said closing her eyes leaning her head against the pavement. Her head was pounding like mad.

Ziva got up as she heard sirens coming. She saw Metro PD coming as well as an ambulance. Ziva looked over to wear McGee had a firm grip around Seaman Dunhill. Dunhill looked like he was in pain with the cuts and burn marks appearing on his face and hands. As EMTs and policemen rushed over to the pair Ziva just stood in her spot. She saw McGee was on the phone. Gibbs she quickly guessed as she started walking towards him.

"She looks okay boss. She's walking over her now" McGee said as he ended the call looking over at Ziva.

"You okay?"

"I am fine McGee" Ziva said as she looked towards the ambulance which now occupied the seaman.

"Are you going to go with him?" she said leaning her head in the direction of the ambulance.

"Yes" McGee said.

"And you are to stay here till Gibbs and Tony arrives" he said looking at her head which sported a small flesh wound.

"Fine" Ziva said. Walking to their black sedan which was parked a few feet from the spot they had been standing.

The car which held Tony and Gibbs screeched to a halt as Gibbs put his foot on the brake pedal. The pair had wasted no time arriving at the Greyhound station not long after McGee's call.

As they got out of the car Gibbs headed over to the police who were still at the scene while Tony headed over to Ziva who was standing over by NCIS's black sedan.

"You okay?" he asked when he reached her.

"I am fine Tony" she said with annoyance showing in her voice.

Tony looked her over. The first thing he noticed was the flesh wound on her head. He looked into her eyes and when she looked down to her hands he saw the cuts and scrapes covering them.

"Let's go see Ducky" was all he could manage to say. What he really wanted to do was take her into his arms and hold her tight. Tony resisted that urge. It wasn't his place.

As Ziva got into the car without a fuss Tony quickly ran over to Gibbs and said a few words before he returned to the car and got into the driver's seat. Tony started the car and headed back to NCIS. Ziva and Tony sat quiet on the drive back.

When they stopped in the NCIS parking garage Tony killed the engine and leaned back in his seat. Ziva looked over at him.

"Tony" she started. As she turned and saw his strained face she stopped. Ziva didn't know how to continue or why she had started speaking in the first place.

Tony just sighed and got out of the car and walked to the other side of the car opening the door for Ziva. After she had gotten out they walked towards autopsy to see the medical examiner Donald 'Ducky' Mallard.

The next morning Tony took the stairs down to Abby's lab. He had spent the rest over the day after Ziva was back at the NCIS building to ignore her. He didn't know how to handle himself around her. He didn't know why.

As he walked into Abby's lab the Goth turned around and gave him a death glare.

"Why are you avoiding Ziva?" she said with a stern voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about Abs" Tony said childishly.

"Ziva talked to me last night and she was upset. Why did you make Ziva upset?"

Tony squirmed under the Goth's glare. He didn't know how to answer the questions. Abby ignored him and kept speaking hitting him with questions and accusations. Tony just stood there dumbfounded.

After a few minutes of Abby's rambling and a rather annoying question Tony just yelled "I don't know Abby!"

"Why Tony?!" she yelled back at him, clearly mad.

"Why are you ignoring Ziva? What did she do?"

"She didn't do anything Abs. It's me"

"TONY!"

"I care about her" Tony slipped. He sighed and said in a softer voice "I care about her a lot more than a friend should."

He looked up at Abby from where his eyes had been staring at the floor. He saw her eyes looking past him. Tony turned around to find out what Abby was seeing as his eyes meet Ziva's frame standing in the doorway next to Gibbs.

Tony gave Ziva a glance before he started moving past her and Gibbs out in the hallway.

"Tony" Ziva said as she turned to face the other side from where she was standing as Tony headed for the elevator.

Author's Note: I have a few things planned out but I would love to hear any thoughts and if I should continue :)