A/N: one-shot based on what i saw in the promo for the next episode. I own nothing to do with NCIS.
"I almost killed you where you stood." Ziva told him.
Tony grabbed her by the shoulders and said, "I don't care Ziva. I messed up and you had every reason to hate me. But your back now and we need to move on,ok. I just want,"he paused unsure of what to say, "I just want -"
"Just want what, Tony?" Ziva yelled, "What do you want? Just tell me!"
"What do I want Ziva? I want you to stay at NCIS. I want you to stop hating me! I want you to realise that you belong here with your family, with the people who care about you. I want you to be sitting at the desk across from me messing up your english, teasing me and threatening me with paperclips! I want thngs to go back the way they were."
Ziva looked at him in shock, "So you want things to go back to the way they were? Is that what you want?"
"Yes Ziva! That's what I want."
Ziva sighed, "Then I need to know something. I just need you to answer one question."
"I'll answer anything if it means I can have my best friend back."
Ziva gave him a small smile as she asked, "Were you jealous? Of Michael?"
"Yes. Still am." Tony whispered.
"So do you want to go back to the way things were or do you want to stop being jealous of a dead man?" Ziva asked him
Smiling, Tony leaned down and kissed her, "We could change one or two things."
Ziva wrapped her arms around his neck and played with his hair as she lent up to kiss him again. Tony kissed her back running his tongue along her bottom lip begging for entrace that she happily granted. Ziva moaned as Tony's hands slid down her body grabbing her ass.
Tony lifted her up and placed her on the sinks. Ziva wrapped her legs around Tony's waist and pulled him closer as she began to undo his tie.
Groaning Tony pulled back from Ziva and grabbed her hands.
"What is it?" Ziva asked breathless.
"Nothing, I just don't want our first time to be in a bathroom where anyone could walk in."
"Who knew Anthony DiNozzo could be a romantic?"
"Well you do now. Don't tell probie."
"OK, I promise I won't tell McGee. Can I tell Gibbs?" At the shocked look on his face she said, "I'm kidding."
"Good. But you can come to mine tonight and i'll make you dinner."
"You cook? You're just full of surprises."
"They are all good surprises. Come over at eight?"
She nodded and hopped off the sink, "See you at eight." she said.
A/N: i was going to make this a one-shot but it didn't go as I planned and i'm going to make it into a story instead. Please review.