Hey guys, I felt like writing this new story. Its probably going to be about five chps, give or take. A fluffy story for all to read...and you know my fave ships...so you can guess where the plotline is going if you have read my previous sotries...So please read and drop me a note to say if you like it or not! Much appreciated. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, or anything that you think I have copied (which I certainly HAVE NOT copied anything)

Ziva David limped into the bullpen. At the martial arts training she usually did, she had dislocated her toe, and it had clicked back into place again. She nearly screamed, but had stayed quiet like her Mossad training had told her to do. The pain was excruciating, especially when it clicked back into place. In turn, she had dislocated the opponent's hand afterwards (but it didn't click back into place), and revenge was sweet.

This had made Ziva David in a foul mood. There was a frightening scowl on her face, and everyone who saw her knew that she was in a bad mood and scuttled away from the fuming lady. She limped towards the bullpen, her hair frizzy and tousled, her face white with anger and fury. She suddenly stopped.

There, on her usually neat desk was a single, red rose. The petals were crisp and fresh, and such a beautiful, deep blood red. There were still crystal droplets of water on the smooth outer surface of the petals, and they hung there like small shards of glass, fracturing and shattering the light. Next to it, lay a neat card in the shape of a heart. She snatched it up, yet her fingers were delicate as she opened the embossed card.

Ziva, it read in crimson ink

You will not know who I am,

Until you look deep into your heart

I have already found you

But you haven't found me

My dear heart, keep this close

Ziva stood there, motionless, staring at the light piece of paper in her hand. She would not be able to define who sent this, as the message was typed. What did they mean, look into your heart? She became frustrated once more, and threw the card on the floor and squished it under her foot. She then scrunched in up and threw it into the trash bin. The rose she could not bear to damage, and left it by her computer. McGee entered the bullpen.

"Ziva," he greeted. McGee had heard all the news about Ziva being angry and decided to tread lightly. Ziva turned her stormy face to McGee as he sat down. She stalked up to where he was sitting. McGee leant back, but Ziva leant further forward . She was nose to nose with McGee.

"Do you know who sent me the rose and the card, McGee?" she hissed, her voice menancing. McGee shivered.

"Uuhhh...n...n...n...ooo...Z...Z...i...v...a," McGee stuttered. Ziva performed her "True or false" trick, and saw that McGee was telling the truth. She nodded sharply.

"But don't you dare get involved, or I will make your end very painful," she hissed down McGee's neck, like a dragon breathing fire. She then stalked back to her table, and slammed herself down on the chair, leaving a white faced McGee huddled in his chair. And right on queue, Tony came walking into the bullpen, with a wicked smile on his face.

"Hey, Zee, hey Probie, kiddo," he turned to Ziva expecting a smile of happiness. But he was not met by Little Miss Sunshine. He was met by Little Miss I-am-a-storm-cloud.

"Tony." She stood face to face with Tony, their noses touching.

"Yes, sweet cheeks?" he said cheekily. She slapped him. And then ran off, her eyes glittering. Tony stood there rooted to the spot.

"Tony, please don't tell me you sent Ziva roses and a card?" McGee sighed.

"Huh? Of course not!" Tony's face was a mask of incredulity, and his hand slipped behind his back.

"Me send Ziva flowers? You are totally clueless McGeek!" Tony scoffed, before sitting down.

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Jenny slipped elusively into her office, her haven of silence and contemplation. She was tired, angry, furious...all because of a Mr. Leroy Jethro Gibbs. How a man could commit all these atrocious crimes in one sweep of a hand, she did not know. He had literally killed the press, blackmailed the FBI about taking one of their cases and therefore had also pissed off SecNav, who now demanded an apology of some sorts and an amendment. Jenny, well, she was furious at both SecNav and Gibbs. Oh, men, why were they so idiotic?

Jenny was thinking hard as she sat down onto the leathery folds of her chair. Suddenly, a faint whiff of a delicate smell caught her. Roses. Definitely. She knew the smell of by heart. Immediately, her heart began to race, as it always did when she smelt the scent of rose. She peeked through the gaps in her hand. There was a single rose, with fresh droplets of water on its crisp petals. Next to it, lay a heart shaped card, embossed and a passionate red. She fingered it delicately, and with her slender fingers, she tenderly opened it.

Jenny, it read in crimson ink

You will not know who I am,

Until you look deep into your heart

I have already found you

But you haven't found me

My dear heart, keep this close

Okay, a cryptic admirer. But whom?

"Cynthia!" she called. Cynthia walked into the office.

"Yes, Director?" she asked. Cynthia looked completely calm.

"Anyone you let inside my office today, Cynthia?" Jenny smiled wryly. Cynthia was sometimes known to plot with a person she knew exceptionally well...

"No, Director? Why?" Cynthia was truly confused, and then she eyed the rose and the card and sighed, "Oh, I remember. I let in a flower delivery man. Yes, Mr...Mr... Hanks, from Gloria's Florist."

"Well, ring them, I need to know who ordered the flowers."

"Can't, I've already tried, ma'am. They say it's customer confidentiality. Sorry, Jenny," Cynthia replied, then walked out. Jenny had not a clue of who wanted to send her flowers and a card. Jethro used to, maybe...no, he's over me. Proved it with that bimbo, Holly...was it?...oh, Hollis. Jenny sighed and put her head into her hands.

TBC

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