It was Christmas Eve, and the NCIS team was off spending the holidays with what they could call their family. Ducky was with his mother, Gibbs was up in Stillwater with Abby visiting his father, McGee was having dinner with his sister, Tony, well Tony's whereabouts were unknown at the moment. And Ziva was sitting alone at the NCIS office, for she didn't want to go home and deal with spending Christmas alone. At least here, she could say she has something to take care of.

She was reclining in her chair, with her feet up on the desk. Something she rarely did. Sitting like this reminded her of Tony. He was probably off on a date, hitting on some college chick who had one to many cocktails. Ziva sat, her mind swarming with thoughts of Tony and what activities he would be doing with his "Secret Santa Baby" tonight. The silence soon became painful, and she took out her iPod and turned the volume up until she couldn't hear herself think.

Christmastime with the NCIS family was always difficult for Ziva, due to her Jewish religion. Even though she was proud of her religion, she wished she could be spending the holidays with someone special.

And that brought Ziva to a whole new thought. Someone special was something Ziva has been wondering about for the past few years. She's met and loved many men, yet she hasn't found the right one. It's a tough subject for Ziva. She's not to fond of commitment, and the fear is holding her back. She's considered many possibilities, many different men. But not to much luck. One was dying from radiation, two shot, one a mentally ill Marine. Then there was one she didn't want to think about. One tingling in the back of her mind. One she saw everyday, she grew so close to. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she knew the man she might possibly love.

Ziva picked up her iPod and turned it up even louder, so loud it hurt. One of her favorite songs came on. It was the song she would sing to her sister, and her mother would sing to her. It was an old Israeli folk song, familiar but the memories were distant. She remembered sitting on her mother's lap, listening to her voice serenade her to sleep. That's where Ziva inherited her singing voice, from her mother. She was a wonderful singer, and it was passed to Ziva. She closed her eyes and leaned back, imagining her mother wrapping her arms around Ziva, engulfing her in her sweet embrace. She could almost smell the warm scent of her skin. As the song continued, Ziva couldn't help but sing along. She felt a jolt of surprise as she opened her eyes and felt someone standing over her. She turned around and saw Tony hovering over her head. She gasped with surprise at his unexpected visit, and quickly leaned up and took her earphones out.

"Wow, Ziva, why didn't you tell me you could sing?" Tony said, walking around the front of her desk.

"Actually, I have." Ziva raised her eyebrows. "But, here is a better question. Why are you here?"

"Merry Christmas to you too, Ziva" Tony said sarcastically at her blunt question. "It's always nice it be greeted warming on Christmas Eve." He leaned over Ziva desk towards her chair, and Ziva stood up abruptly at the lack of space between their faces.

"My apologies." Ziva said. She could feel her cheeks heating up. "But really, why are you here? It's Christmas eve, don't you have a blonde bombshell waiting to...decorate your tree?" She smirked at Tony. Putting him in awkward situations when she feels embarrassed is almost a reflex now. They have been so accustomed to their back and forth bickering routine. Tony ignored her comment, and walked over to his desk. He opened his bottom drawer and pulled out a small, delicate, velvet box. Ziva looked at it curiously.

"I thought I might find you here." Tony told her, walking back over to her desk. Ziva was leaning with her back against the front of it, crossing her arms.

"And yes, as surprising as it might sound, Tony DiNozzo is rolling bombshell-free tonight" he said. Ziva rolled her eyes and Tony continued speaking.

"I found this at an antique jewelry store a few months ago, in the window display. I noticed when you got back from Tel Aviv, that you weren't wearing it anymore, so I figured I should just pick this up for you. So here." Tony handed her the box, and she held it gently in her palm, stroking the top with her thumb, before revealing it's contents. Tony watched her closely, his eyes hopeful.

Ziva gasped as she opened the box. Inside was a gold necklace with again, the Star of David, but this time the star was accented with diamonds, which sparkled in the low light of the moon streaming through the window.

"Tony..." Ziva started, her voice trailing off as she looked over the necklace, he words stuck in her throat. They both said nothing, Ziva just walked over to Tony and gave him a gentle hug. Tony took the necklace out of her hand and softly put it around her neck, securing the clamp.

"Thank you, Tony. It's beautiful."

"No problem, Ziva. Anytime. And, if you look closely on the back of the star, I think you'll fin something." Tony smiled, and walked to the elevator.

"Goodnight, Tony. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too, Ziva." Tony stepped inside the elevator with a smile and Ziva watched as the door slid to a close.

As soon as Tony left, Ziva went over to her desk and switched on her desk lamp. She carefully turned the star over and gasped quietly.

On the back of the star, was a small engravement. There was a small heart, and next to it read You have my heart.

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