Hey! So this is basically a birthday one-shot dedicated to my best friend. :) Her birthday was actually last thursday but I haven't had time to actually write it until today. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: At first I was planning on giving NCIS to my friend for her birthday, but then I realized that that wasn't possible considering I don't actually own it, so she'll have to settle for a T-Shirt and one of the season DVDs instead.

"Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday dear DiNozzo! Happy birthday to me!" Tony sang, shutting his car door behind him. Grinning, he began walking towards the front entrance of NCIS, still humming to himself. Hearing his name, Tony turned to see a probie from two floors down rushing at him, a flat, gift-wrapped box in hand.

"Um, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo?" He asked, reaching Tony and handing him the box. "H-happy birthday. I, um, hope I got you the right thing. I had to go to four video stores to find it so... But it was what was on the list..."

Tony grinned, it had actually been originally Abby's idea to create a list of all of the gifts he would like for his birthday paired with a name for everyone in the building. That way, no one would get him something he didn't already have. It was a pretty fool proof method, one that insured maximum gift-receivage. Tony had decided to let a few people get him what they wanted, though, such as McGee, Ziva, Gibbs, Abby, and Ducky. He had made sure to give Palmer very detailed instructions on where to buy his gift, though, not wanting the Autopsy Gremlin to screw up and get him the wrong thing.

"Thank you!" Tony said, grinning. The probie nodded once before turning and practically sprinting towards the building, not slowing down until he reached the front door. As Tony entered the building, practically everyone in the room turned to him, handing him either a small wrapped box, probably containing a movie, or a larger, flat package, hopefully containing a designer shirt or pair of pants. By the time he reached the elevator, Tony could barely see over the mountain of gifts in his arms.

Pressing the button for the Squadroom, Tony's smile grew, for once he was glad he got to work early. This time, it meant that everyone would have a chance to give him something and wish him a happy birthday. When the elevator finally reached his floor and the doors slid open, Tony's smile widened. Not only was his desk swamped in gifts of all shapes and sizes, but the one person he wanted to see most was sitting on top of it, rolling her eyes at him.

One Hour Earlier

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Ziva sighed, slamming her hand against her alarm clock. Stretching, she sat up in bed, squinting her eyes at the bright light coming in from her windows. She'd been too tired to close the blinds last night due to the fact that she was searching for the perfect birthday present to buy Tony for four hours. She'd finally settled on buying him two tickets for the Midnight Premiere for some movie he was really anxious to see. The tickets were all but sold out, so his ended up costing her almost two hundred dollars, but it was put to good use considering how happy Tony would be when he received them.

Slipping out of her bed, Ziva quickly walked over to her bathroom, pulling open the door and turning on the shower. Twenty minutes later, she was fully dressed, looking down at her kitchen table and making sure she had everything for the day. Grabbing the gift wrapped box containing the tickets and card, she quickly walked to her front door, locking it behind her, before making her way out of the apartment building and towards her car. Ziva dropped her things into the passenger seat, starting the car, her mind wandering.

As she drove to NCIS, Ziva wondered about what Tony would really think of her gift. Hopefully he would be excited, and not annoyed that she didn't buy him something more thoughtful. But really, what are you supposed to get for someone who's one true love is movies and pretty much does nothing but go to work, eat take out food, and recite quotes from his favorite films? She'd been stressing over what she was going to get him for weeks, ever since he first handed out his birthday list. Ziva had been expecting to see some random movie he'd seen a million times on TV and in theaters and now wanted in his extensive movie collection under her name, not a blank space.

At first she'd actually thought it meant that she didn't have to get him anything, and she was surprised yet oddly relieved. But when McGee had brought it up and Tony explained that what it meant was that they could all get him what they wanted as long as it cost over fifty dollars, all of her hopes were dashed. Ziva had tried slipping the subject into their conversations, attempting to use her Mossad interrogation techniques to weasel it out of him. Unfortunately, most of those techniques included some sort of physical harm, usually involving putting the person into a headlock or pressing a knife to their throat, or sometimes just shooting at them until they caved. So, since Gibbs would probably find it strange if she used any of these on her partner, she was stuck with just asking him repeatedly what he wanted her to get him or bribing him with an assortment of candy and food.

Every time, though, Tony would just respond with a "Whatever you want to get me, Zee-vah." At first it was just only slightly irritating, but after the tenth time, Ziva felt annoyed enough to take the paperclip he was fiddling with and kill him with it, preferably with way number seven.

Finally, Ziva pulled into the NCIS parking lot, rolling her eyes when she saw about twenty people also exiting their cars, carrying mostly small, flat presents. That could only mean one thing. Movies. Great, now she'd have to listen to Tony go on and on and on about what movies he received, who directed them, and who starred in them. She was almost to the entrance, when she felt something, or rather, someone, practically jump on her, almost knocking her over.

"ZIIIVAAAA!" Abby yelled, smiling and hopping up and down. Behind her, stood McGee, who was also carrying a wrapped gift, except his was almost three times the size as Ziva's and was rather bulky.

"Hello Abby." Ziva said, steadying herself. Abby just smiled at her, sharing a look with McGee. "What?" Ziva asked, glancing towards McGee again, who was avoiding her eyes.

"Today's Tony's birthday." She informed Ziva, nodding and pulling a medium sized package out from behind her back.

"Yes, I know." Ziva replied, showing Abby the wrapped box containing Tony's present.

"Soooo? What'd you get him?" Abby pestered, prodding Ziva, still bouncing around.

"Why?"

"Because, I have to make sure that it's suitable!" Abby explained, bobbing her head. McGee just shrugged, glancing around to make sure that Tony hadn't arrived yet.

"Okay... I got him two tickets to the Midnight Premiere of that one movie he's been talking about for ages." Ziva admitted.

"Why two?" Abby questioned, tilting her head to the side and hoping that Ziva would answer with 'Because Abby, I'm in love with him so we can go together!'

"I do not know, so he can take someone with him, I suppose." Ziva replied nonchalantly.

"Uh huh, and you're hoping that someone's you, right?" Ziva was about to answer, when Abby cut her off again. "No, no, no, don't even try to deny it, Ziva. We all know you lovvvveeeee Tony. Well, at least McGee and I do. And I'm pretty sure Gibbs has caught on by now, and Ducky obviously knows as well. I'm not sure if Palmer knows... But he will when we have the next Tiva meetin- I mean, luncheon of coworkers discussing things not pertaining to you and Tony getting together at all."

Ziva decided to let the last bit slide, more worried about what Abby and McGee seemed to know, than about what her coworkers did in their free time. "What you know mean 'you lovvvveeeee Tony.' I do not love Tony. Right McGee?"

"Um..." McGee began, looking panicked. He clearly had not anticipated being asked this question any time soon. "Well, you two do always seem to be looking at each other and you're always flirting with each other..." Seeing Ziva's expression, he trailed off.

"Come on, Ziva, it's obvious, just admit it. How bout this, if he asks you to go see that movie with him, which will technically be a date, then you have to tell him how you feel. 'Kay?" Not waiting for a response, she continued. "Well, we gotta go. I still have to put some finishing touches on Tony's gift. Bye!"

With that, Abby skipped off, dragging McGee behind her. Ziva's eyes were wide, on one hand, she didn't want to do what Abby was asking of her and knew that if worst came to worst, she could probably just lie and say Tony didn't ask her. On the other hand, though, she had heard Abby threaten McGee about killing him and leaving no forensic evidence more than enough times, and even though Ziva knew she could take Abby, she also kind of wanted to find out if Tony felt the same way about her or if she'd just been lying to herself for the past few years.

One Hour Later

"Why hello there Zee-vah. And how are you on this most insignificant of days?" Tony asked, striding up to his desk where Ziva was perched amongst his many gifts.

"Fine. Thank you." She replied, watching as he dropped the pile of gifts behind the desk, plopping down in his chair.

"Fantastic! So, is there anything you want to say to me?" He questioned, still grinning.

"You have toast on your face?" Ziva suggested, smiling as Tony scrambled to wipe the nonexistent bit of toast off of his cheek.

"Anything else?"

"Hmmm. Oh, yes! Happy birthday, Tony." Ziva replied, her smile widening as his face lit up.

"Thank you, Zi. I can't believe you remembered!" He exclaimed, faking surprise.

"I actually almost forgot." Ziva admitted, frowning.

"What? Really?" Tony asked, hurt that Ziva would forget such an important event.

"Of course not! You have been talking about it for weeks, Tony. I do not think anyone was capable of forgetting!"

"Sooo, did you get me anything?" Tony asked, grinning.

"Yes, I did." Ziva said, smiling as she handed over the gift.

Tony ripped it open, his face breaking into a smile when he saw what was inside. "Tickets!" He then proceeded to tell her all about the movie they were for as she pretended to listen, but in reality began zoning out. "Hey, Zi?"

"Yes?" Ziva asked, turning to Tony.

"Why are they're two tickets?" Ziva's stomach dropped. Was he really going to ask her to explain why she put two tickets in there?

"Uhhh..."

"I thought you'd just keep this one, wouldn't it be easier to keep track of?" He asked, handing her back the ticket.

"Wait, you want me to come with you?" Ziva questioned, trying to hide the smile stretching across her face.

"Of course! Who else would I take, The Autopsy Gremlin?"

The end! Review please! :