Starting this fanfic back up! I uploaded the last chapter on the morning of July 10th and later that night is when Dooms Day happened so, I never went back to it because Cote de Pression.

Let me know what you think of all this and I'll definitely start writing more chapters again!

-Ash

Numerous fashion magazines hit the coffee table as Ziva David slammed them down. She sighed to herself as she gently sat down on the couch and grabbed the remote. It had been four months since the team had gave their badges to Vance and Gibbs had became a runaway. She was bored. She didn't look for a job, mainly based on the fact that most of the jobs available were for fast food services and let's be honest, she was more than over qualified for that job. Flipping through the channels, she heard the door knob twist and someone walk into her apartment.

"Let's eat!" Tony Dinozzo hurriedly walked through Ziva's line of view at the TV and over to her kitchen with a bag of take out in his hand.

Ziva stood up and walked over to where Tony was, taking a seat across from where he pulled out a chair.

Tony tossed her a box of sesame chicken and some chopsticks, while opening his own box. He reached into the grab and grabbed an abundant of soy sauce packages.

"My god, how much soy sauce did you need?!" Ziva rolled her eyes at him. He was such a pig when it came to eating….actually, everything.

"It wasn't me Zee! The girl at the counter kept flirting with me and she threw all of these in. It's such a shame to be good looking cause now I've got a supply of soy sauce for life," he laughed and winked at her.

"Oh poor you, Dinozzo. All of these women practically dropping to their knees for you and you can't seem to find the perfect one," Ziva said with a bitchy tone as she began to eat her food.

Tony looked up at Ziva, a serious look coming over his face. He stared at her for a moment before saying anything, "Found the perfect one. She just doesn't feel the same way, or won't say it."

Ziva could feel the intense moment uprising and the feel of someone staring at her. She looked up as she took a bite of her food to find Tony staring at her. A concerned look on his face. Damn, she thought to herself, this woman must really be a totally idiot. "Well Tony, obviously she is completely clueless. Is she from here? Do I know her?"

Chuckling, Tony kept eating his food, "No, she isn't from here, but she calls this her home."

"Okay….so, kinda like me. Well, do I know her?" Ziva kept eating, not catching on at all.

"Yeah, you do." Tony hoped he wasn't being to blunt, but he didn't care that much either.

Ziva sat finishing her food while trying to think about who the woman could be. She wanted to try and help out Tony, even though she knew it might be hard for her. Tony was always the sweetest to her, she hated when he had girlfriends. It wasn't really that she was jealous, she just always wanted to be that woman that Tony spoiled. Because he did. He spoiled all of his girlfriend's rotten and none of them seemed to care. She cherished everything Tony did for her, even the sentimental moments like when he kissed her forehead and held her hand before their accident. There was something about his touch that drove her wild, but she knew he was only being her best friend. And she knew, for some reason he seemed hurt when he had found out that she had a moment of weakness and slept with Adam. She didn't know what had caused the hurt, but she figured only time would tell.

As they finished eating up, sitting in silence, Tony got up and threw their trash away. He headed over back to the couch and looked on the TV for a movie. Ziva walked over to the couch and sat next to him. She sat close enough for comfort and drew her knees up to her chest. Tony grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around both of their laps. He put his arm on the back of her couch, above her collarbone.

In the middle of the movie, Tony's phone rang. He quickly got up from the couch, wrapping the blanket around Ziva and went into the kitchen, answering.

"Tony, we have to meet Gibbs tonight at midnight. He called me from a payphone from the west side of the city. I'll pick you up at your apartment at eleven thirty, okay?" McGee's voice was in a low tone from the other side of the phone.

"Okay, well I'm at Ziva's place now. Why not just pick us up here?" Tony asked.

"No, Gibbs said not to bring her or mention this to her. I don't know why…" McGee answered.

"Well, what the hell am I supposed to tell her then?!" Tony yelled out and Ziva happened to look into the kitchen wondering who he was yelling at.

"Make something up! Tell her you have a date! I don't know!" McGee was confused as to why Tony was so worried about Ziva.

"Great one McSingle! I'm not telling her I'm going on a date! I'll figure something out, bye" Tony hung up the phone quickly and walked back into Ziva's living room. He sat back down on the couch and this time put his arm around her. As to his surprise, she didn't move from it or question him about it. She stayed perfectly content with his arm being around her. She looked at him suddenly.

"Who were you yelling at on the phone?" she questioned.

As the clock struck eleven, Tony unwrapped his arm from around Ziva and took the blanket off him. He stood up and headed for the door, Ziva following him.

"This is the earliest you've ever left. Someone must be getting old and tired," she giggled as she opened the door for him.

He casually stood in the doorway and smiled at her, nodding that she just used the perfect excuse for him to leave, "Just wait till you get old, ninja"

"Even when I'm old Tony, I can still kill you with paper clips," she smiled back at him. Tony laughed, leaning in and kissed her temple.

"Goodnight, Ziva" and with that he left heading back to his apartment.

At eleven thirty, McGee arrived on time and Tony got into the car. They drove to the West side of the city and met Gibbs at the proper meeting place like they were supposed to.

They walked down an alley way and headed into an abandoned building behind it. Using their flashlights from the job, they shined the light to find no one around in the house.

"Boss?" Tony whispered quietly. This place was definitely starting to freak him out, especially sense they had Parsons coming after all of them. He really hated that bastard.

McGee flashed his light into the corner of a staircase and found Gibbs sitting on the stairs.

"Way to completely freak us out Boss! You know, this reminds me of the horror flick with-" Tony's tangent was interrupted by Gibbs hands meeting his head. "Ohm how I've missed head slaps!" Tony smiled.

"Shut up already. Dinozzo!" Gibbs stated sternly.

"So, what's going on, why are we here?" McGee asked turning his flashlight off.

"You two ready to get back to work?" asked Gibbs.

"Hell yeah!" Tony chirped, receiving another headslap.

"I've got a plan to bring Parsons and his group of ass kissers down, off our backs."

"So, why isn't Ziva here with us to know about the plan?" Tony asked, confused as hell.

"Ziva will be our main key in the plan," Gibbs acknowledged "but, we can't let her know that."

Tony worried, what the hell was Ziva going to think of this? He knew she'd be pissed, but at least if was to make the team get back together so, they could all return to their jobs.

"Okay, so what are we going to do?" asked McGee.

An hour later, Tony and McGee left the building. As they walked down the alley way and back to McGee's car, Tony noticed two men leaning up against a building, watching them. He remembered seeing one of the men in car, back by Tony's apartment at a traffic light. Weird, Tony thought to himself, weird how they all ended up at the same side and part of the city. But, the thought didn't stay on his mind too long for that fact that he was worried about Ziva and how she would react to bringing Parsons down and jeopardizing her own career.