This is my first fanfiction guys so sorry if it's not good. I'll try and update soon but i'm very busy. The romance may take time but trust me I'm as keen for them to get together as you are! Any reviews would be great please including any ideas about the plot. Okay, here goes...

Chapter 1

Tony walked into the bullpen and placed his coffee cup on his desk, which was now covered with fresh case reports he had to write. He sighed and looked at his watch. 7:30. Ziva should already be here, she always got in before him, which surprised him as she always did her daily run as early as 5:30 in the morning. Most girls would then spend 2 hours getting ready, trying to do their hair and choosing the most subtly sexy outfit for work. Who could blame them, thought Tony, I am quite a catch. But not Ziva. She could be ready in 15 minutes. With all fairness recently she had gone to the effort of straightening her hair, and wearing more make up but honestly Tony preferred her natural curls. They way they framed her face so perfectly, and her eyes always shone like a child's, she didn't need to wear the extra make up. This didn't mean Tony didn't love when she dressed up, if anything it made her look more sophisticated, but he always loved the small bit of childhood innocence that still lingered in Ziva. The way she smiled when he messed up, her constant teasing, the way they could joke around with each other but they were still there for each other no matter what...

"Tony? Do I get a hello or are you too busy having sex in your head to notice I am here?" Tony was brought out of his daydream as Ziva lightly wacked him round the back of his head with her magazine. He jumped and rubbed his head.

"No, actually I was thinking of a film I watched last night..." Tony mumbled, looking down at his desk, trying to hide the slow appearing blush that was creeping across his face. Ziva sniggered. She loved it when he blushed. She would never tell him, but she loved the fact that he was pale, it made it so much easier to see when he was blushing, therefore making it easier to tell when he was hiding something. Not that they did that much anymore, after their discussion in the elevator and all the events of the past couple of years, they were much more open with each other and Ziva could happily say that not only was Tony her partner, but her best friend. And hopefully more at some point, but she tried to keep that out of her mind.

"What movie was that Tony?" she raised her eyebrows, knowing that he was lying, and purposely trying to make it as awkward as possible for him.

"Um..." Tony squirmed uncomfortably before jumping again as he felt the familiar whack around the back of his head from his boss, Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

"It doesn't matter what movie Tony, the only thing you'll be working on today is a body and all that paperwork you have. Dead Marine. Let's go."

"What about McGee boss?" Tony said rubbing his head whilst simultaneously grabbing his bag.

"He's meeting us there." replied Gibbs.

"Ohh McGoo was kept in late by his woman this morning" Tony remarked as he made his way to the elevator, catching the doors just in time to join Gibbs and Ziva.

"Jealous, Tony?" Ziva retaliated, enjoying his scowl as the doors closed and they made their way down to the truck.