Tony braked slowly, his Mustang rolling slowly to a stop at the intersection. This set of lights always took a long time to go green, so he stretched, looking around a little as he did so. There were the everyday people wandering about for 10 o'clock at night: the junkies, young couples and the late-at-the-office businessman. He himself was on his way home from seeing a movie, so little did he expect to see anyone he knew, especially since Gibbs' team had been given the afternoon off after concluding a tough case. However, when his eyes swept over the entrance to the gym, he was surprised to see a flushed Ziva exiting. Tony knew his partner kept fit – there was a gym at the Navy Yard that she often frequented, and she regularly referenced her morning runs. But never, in the five years of knowing her, had he seen her this flushed after exercise. He chuckled, storing the knowledge away for the next day…

'So, my Israeli ninja, what were you up to the gym last night that got you looking so flushed and worked up?'

'Tony, are you following me?'

'Nah, just happened to be caught at the intersection when you came out.'

'It is really none of your business Tony.'

'Well, you normally hold a Gibbs-like complexion when it comes to exercise, but you were definitely erring on the side of Probie last night. What with the pinkish cheeks and–'

'Zumba.'

''Huh?'

'I was taking part in a Zumba class, Tony.'

'And what's Zumba when it's at home Ziva?'

'It was at the gym Tony, not my home.'

'It's just a turn of phrase Ziva, nothing more than that. So, what is this "Zumba" class then?'

'It's just a new form of dance and exercise class, that is all. Many different forms of dancing all into one class. Not dancing for show, or for with a partner, just for exercise.'

'Zumba… Hmm… Oh jeez, Ziva does Zumba!'

'Yes, Tony, I just said that.'

'no, it rhymes! Well, sort of. Ziva does Zumba, Ziva does Zumba, Ziva does Zumba…'

Tony's chanting continued until a headslap from Gibbs interrupted him. he quickly got back to work, a plan formulating in his mind…

The next week, tony made sure he was parked outside the gym ten minutes earlier than his drive-past the week before. With his trademark grin fixed on his face, he entered the gym and walked up to the reception desk.

'Hey there, I'm here to collect my partner from her Zumba class.'

'Oh right, well it isn't quite finished yet, but they should be out in 5 or 10 minutes or so.'

'Cheers. Would it be okay if I waited outside the studio for her?'

'Sure, just follow the signs to Studio 2 – it's down the left corridor on the left.'

Tony thanked her and wandered off in search for the studio. It did not take him very long, and as he got closer, the sound of music grew louder; upon seeing the door, there was dim lighting and flashing spotlights as well. He could not help but take a couple of extra steps and peer through the window in the door.

His eyes swept from person to person, seeing a room full of women who were shimmying, stepping and rolling their hips. Eventually his eyes came to rest on one figure whose body he could not help but watch. His partner's legs pulsed from side to side with poise and grace, her body rolled up from bending over sensually, and her shimmies were inviting.

Then, in an instant, the music was turned off, replaced with chattering instead. Tony jumped back from the window and leant against the wall in as casual a pose as he could manage. Lots of women walked out of the room, leaving Ziva as one of the last to exit, and Tony did a double take at her appearance. She was in a cropped sports top, revealing her planed abs and tanned skin, paired with a tight pair of tracksuit trousers; his eyes travelled up and down her figure two or three times before reaching her eyes. There was a light sheen of moisture covering her forehead, and her hair was tied back in a high ponytail. She smirked at him and went over to the water fountain to fill her water bottle up. She put her face towel around her shoulders and came to stand very close to Tony, shoulders almost touching, her hand hovering near her chest.

'So, you like what you see Tony?'

'Wow… Just wow…'

A/N: So, I decided, in a bid to keep fit, to go to some fitness classes, and Zumba was one of them – I was in a room of just women, and it was as we were body rolling, shimmying and gyrating hips that I realised it was probably for the best that there weren't any men there! And then, of course, my mind went straight to NCIS and a Tiva one-shot!

I hope you guys enjoyed it – drop me a review to let me know, and any ideas are welcomed as well. Thanks! ~ Woody2792x ~