Time seemed to stand still, their surroundings melted away when ever they locked eye's. Noise ceased and everything around them blurred into a dull slow motion. The brown of her eyes and the green of his melted together and teased them with thoughts of each other. When their eyes met there seemed to be no wrong in the world, no more bad people for them to chase, no more killers to catch, no more love ones to break the devastating news to. It was an overpowering feeling that Tony and Ziva both felt, but are yet to fully discuss. They've hinted, gestured and wished. When they are apart everything they do some how leads their minds back to one another. This would drive them both insane. They objected and persevered through their fantasies and for what?

Fear?

Ziva has never been one to fear, neither has tony.

Tony peered over his desk directly focusing on Ziva. Her hair was down, curly and was neatly dangling over her shoulders. Her top loose, clinging to her petite frame. She rolled her neck to relieve tension every once and a while as her eyes strained at her computer screen. Easily the most beautiful women he had ever seen.

Ziva wrote, would pause for a moment and then type. Deep in his day dreaming he did not realize Ziva has stopped working and was looking at him curiously. DiNozzo managed to pull himself out of his trance to find that she was staring right at him.

Their eyes locked, engulfing the squad room with an intense feeling of lust drenched in anticipation.

He did nothing, expecting that the next words to come out of her mouth would be "May I help you Tony?"

She opened her mouth slightly and breathed in, preparing to speak, yet nothing came out. Instead she tilted her head, gave a flick to re-position her hair and flashed him a half smile.

She had no idea how crazy that half smile of her drove him.

Tony did the same in return as he wondered if she knew he was thinking about her... Ziva shortly broke their eye contact shifting her focus back to the cold case report she was persisting to work on despite having no luck.

Tony's thoughts remained with Ziva and looking back at her minutes later she was still smiling, but her face strained as she tried not to.

She knew.