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A/N: So, for all of you JAG fans out there, I took the story line from Full Engagement and applied it to Tony and Ziva. The mountain I reference in this story is *sorta* made up. I call it , which I named after the Kilmer woods next to my school. First NCIS fic! Tiva of course!

Summary: Gibbs gives the team a day off after a long week. Tony takes Ziva hiking (to win a bet) where they are approached my homicidal poachers. Oh boy. The partners discuss matters they have never spoken before, and will Tony ever figure out what happened in Somalia?

Day Off

"Take a LOOK at these puppies!" Tony cried out as he un-wrapped a box of new state-of-the-art hiking shoes. The wide goofy grin widened on his face as he tried them out. "The look utterly smashing!" He added in a British James Bond accent.

"Those are shoes, Tony," Ziva replied. "I believe it is you who is now fumbling your language." Tony glared from across the room. She winked at him.

"These are not shoes, Probieeee." He walked over to her desk and placed his laced up 'piece of art' on her desk. "These are Lowa Jannu Lu Trekking shoes." Ziva nodded in disgust as she pushed his foot off her now messy papers.

"Since when do you go hiking, Tony." McGee chimed in as his fingers glided effortlessly across the keyboard.

"Since forever, McNosey."

"I here that Lola down in Cybercrimes is a BIG fan of the outdoors." Tim added with a slight nod.

"Ah yes. Is she the one with the big-" Ziva used her hands to demonstrate what she meant.

"Heart of gold, why yes ZEE-VAH." Tony interrupted. The brunette chuckled. "Not to mention beautiful eyes and the complete collector's edition of Magnum." They could almost see the stars in Tony's eyes.

"Is she gonna help you finish that report, DiNozzo?" Gibbs interrupted as he impatiently entered the room.

"I don't know I didn't-" Tony took a second to refocus his thought. "No boss." He flinched, preparing for the head-slap that never came. Shocked, Tony took his seat and began looking for the file he was working on.

"Agent David, did you-"

"Contact everybody who worked with Lt. Samson, working on it Gibbs." Ziva responded with a defeated sigh. They had been working all Saturday on a case involving a dead marine, who turned out to be a serial rapist. The case had especially hit Ziva hard, though she didn't care to admit it. It was obvious though to those who really watched her. A lot of things had changed about her since Somalia, not on the surface, but still.

"Well, finish it." Ziva nodded as she quickly shot a pleading look towards McGee. He got the hint and walked over to help. "Monday, Ziver." She looked up, slightly shocked.

"Excuse me?"

"Finish it Monday, all of you." Gibbs was the first to get up. "Take Sunday off."

"Yahooooooo!" Tony yelled. He stood up, and at the last minute decided it was not the best idea to throw his papers in the air. His excitement was short lived with a well deserved slap on the back of the head. "Sorry boss. Shutting up."

"Thank you Gibbs," Ziva smiled, an unfamiliar sight.

"Do not make me regret it." The older agent warned.

"You know what this means…" Tony final got the courage to speak again. "I get to try these babies out!"

"Babies, puppies, why can't you just call them shoes?" She was semi-annoyed. "And you wouldn't survive one hour in the woods let alone a full hike." She walked up to him, inches from his face.

"Oh really, ZEE-VAH." He spat. "Let us make this interesting. 50 bucks I successfully make it through the Mt. Kilmer woods starting 0900-"

"0700." She grinned. Tony rolled his eyes.

"0700 tomorrow morning until 0700 Monday morning."

"No cell phone, no gps device, just a map and tent, food, and your famous shoes." Ziva added smugly.

"Done." Tony added, just as smugly.

"AND I will tag along to make sure you keep your end of the deal. I will not help you, just…observe you." He couldn't ignore the seductive tone in her voice. Tony grimaced but finally agreed, throwing his fifty on the table, under Ziva's.

"Fine."

"Let me in on this!" McGee chimed in, throwing a fifty of his own into the pot. "Tony cried ten minutes in." Ziva smiled, Tony punched him in the arm.

The surprise was the crisp bill that fell on top of the pile. Gibbs placed the last bet, smiled and walked out.

"Who are you rooting for, Gibbs?"

"The unexpected." The elevator doors closed.

"Thanks boss…" Tony grinned, than stopped. "Wait." Tony thought about it for a while. McGee and Ziva erupted with laughter. "Boss?"