Ziva sipped slowly at her drink and stood looking wonderful behind a gun. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel nervous and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how shaky her hand got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Ziva knew very well why she was at the party: to see Jethro.
Ah, Jethro. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his stunning face made Ziva's heart beat like a rainbow that casts a happy glow o'er all the land.
But tonight everyone was masked. Ziva peered casually through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Jethro. There, she thought, the man over by the shoe, the loving one with the dog mask. It had to be Jethro. No one else could look so fabulous, even in a dog mask.
He began to walk Ziva's way and Ziva started to panic. What if he actually talked to Ziva?
Jethro came right up to Ziva and Ziva thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Jethro said huskily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the water," Ziva said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so lame.
Just then, a crazy voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Ziva's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Jethro might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Jethro swept Ziva into his arms, bent her over the balcony, and kissed Ziva lovingly, slipping her the tongue and pulling her close.
Ziva could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out carefully and pulled Jethro's mask off his face. It was Jethro! "I knew it was you," Ziva said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Jethro said. "Ziva?"
Ziva looked at him nervously, "Yes, Jethro?"
He grinned, loving the sound of his own name coming from her soft lips, "I love you" he whispered not giving her a chance to say anything before his lips were back on hers