AN: I'm back with a new story. It's been bugging my head for days. So here it is. :) I got this idea when Ziva started dropping hints at Tony again (?) in Faith. [The Language Of Love thing? YEAAAH. Oh man.]

Disclaimer: NCIS is too awesome for me to own, so I'm leaving it to Shane Brennan. Can I just borrow Tony and Ziva? Thanks!

Anthony DiNozzo is only an ordinary man. He eats, talks, breathes and lives like any normal man, a man who had needs, needs that aren't so easily quelled.

He was famous for being the world's oldest fratboy, the school's promking. He was known to be a notorious womanizer and a serial dater, and that he doesn't last in relationships long. People took him as the heartbreaker, like the James Dean of their time.

But nevertheless, He was well-known for the excellent investigator that he is.

They respected him for the good heart that he possesses.

He did not show that big hearted aspect of him to everyone, though. He preferred to joke around, play with people's heads, feelings. He likes to confuse people just so he could prevent himself from getting in too deep.

They don't know who they're going to blame, because suddenly, he isn't the womanizer that he was before. Hell, the last time they had heard about one of his conquests was, what? Two? Three years ago?

Well, maybe there is someone to blame. That Girl. The Merciless Assassin. The Ice Queen.

His girl. The girl, who , no matter how hard she tried to deny it, had been harboring feelings for him. The girl who tried to mask her hurt when she found about him and the Arms Dealer's Daughter. The girl who got jealous when he shared a room with one of their agents in somewhere in Baghdad. The girl who almost shot him, put four in his chest. The girl who they rescued from the terrorists. The girl who always had his back.

The first time they noticed the change was when DiNozzo swaggered his way to his desk, whistling like it's the sunniest day ever, when in fact, dark clouds were hovering over the city.

Another rainy day.

She was the only one in the bullpen. She just sat there, finishing up the work from last night, and when she saw him walking in with the smile on his face, she couldn't help the smile that tugs at the corners of her lips.

But then again, the smile meant to cover the heart that continues to be wounded because every time she sees that smile, something must have happened to him the night before. Something good.

She could only wish that she was there sharing with him his joy. That she's the one making him happy.

"Goooooood Morningg , Zee-vaah." Tony greeted.

"So, did you let some blonde bombshell baste your bird last night?" She asked as she tasted the bitterness of jealousy in her mouth.

Here we go again. Tony thought, but he decided to play her game.

"No. Believe it or not, she was flirty but she only wanted to be friends. You know, Shiela from the Human Resources. Great person. McGee's type of girl."

Ziva, still unconvinced, continued to ask. "What did you two bond over then?"

Jealous? Tony mused. He snickered. "Uh, coffee? She's the one who invited me and I had no reason to decline."

She just narrowed her eyes at him, and tilted her head to the side as if trying to figure him out. She's not buying what he said.

"You know, if it's bothering you, just tell me." He offered.

"I'm not jealous." She retorted.

That made him stop whatever he's doing. "Who said you were jealous?" I like the idea though, even if it's scary.

When he got no reply, he pondered his thoughts. The thought of Ziva being jealous is…hmm. Scary because a Jealous Ziva equals a Raging Ziva? Or jealous because—Oh Shit.

You like it when she's jealous because she cares! A little voice in his head said.

Or that, possibly, she loves you?

He found it hard to focus on the paperwork—No one commited a crime today; hoorah for cold cases!—because the possibility of her loving him kept snaking around his head.

Since there was nothing else to do, he sneaked down to Abby's lab.

"Hey Abby!" He called through the music blaring from the speakers!

"Tonnny! What brings you here?" she said as she engulfed him in a bone-crushing hug.

"Nah. Just a boring day." He sat leaned on Abby's desk.

"Boring? How could it be boring when Ziva's there?" She questioned. "Wait— Ziva's bothering you, isn't she?"

"Well, not exactly." He admitted.

Abby pursed her lips. "Thoughts about her?"

She's good. "Kinda? How'd you—"

Abby clucked her tongue. "You know Tony, it's not hard to tell. After what you've done for her. I won't be surprised if you tell me you love her, because I've known that for a long time already. I mean, it's so obvious! You've shown to much for people not to notice and—"

Tony was completely lost. "Whoa, hold it right there! Who said I love her?"

"You weren't listening. Nobody has to say it out loud. As I've said, you've shown too much already."

"And she told me earlier that she wasn't jealous."

"Oh! Shiela from Human Resources? Yeah, decent girl. But why would Ziva be jealous? Shiela's nothing compared to Ziva."

"And we aren't comparing. So Ziva isn't jealous."

"She's just dropping hints. For a good investigator, you're pretty stupid."

"I don't follow."

"Of course you won't. And of course, she wouldn't admit that she's jealous."

"But I told her that she could tell me if me accepting other ladies' invitations for coffee bothers her. "

"Good luck with that. Uhm, why don't you invite her for coffee of something. You have to make it up to her, assuming that it does bother her."

"Assuming that it does bother her. But if it doesn't."

"You still have to do something. Your partners after all. Bestfriends."

"Right. Thanks Abs." Although I didn't get half of your advice. With that, he left the room.

If I'm up to it, I might put up a second chapter, Please review:)