The plot is based off of Taylor Swift's You Belong with Me music video. I was watching it and this just popped into my head (yay plot bunnies!!!) Fluff to the extreme. Will probably be a three or four chapter fic. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own them. But if my imaginary boyfriend wants to buy NCIS for me for Valentine's Day, I think I'd marry him right then and there!


Ziva stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom. She ran her hand through her long dark hair and spun around in a circle, checking her appearance. She sighed in exasperation and plopped down on her bed. She looked up sharply when she saw Tony in the window across from her. He looked distressed. He was rubbing the back of his neck and pulling at the bottom of his hair. That was when Ziva saw he was on the phone. She furrowed her eyebrows at him through the window. She grabbed a purple sharpie and a stack of paper. She wrote him a message and faced it towards him so he could read it after he hung up the phone.

What's wrong? He saw the message and sighed, grabbing paper and a writing implement of his own. He replied,

How do you know something's wrong? She stared at him, shaking her head at his silly question. She wrote,

You look run over. She saw him laugh. That was always a good thing. She felt the corners of her mouth tug up, returning his gesture.

It's run down, he informed her. She rolled her eyes.

Whatever. What is it? You can tell me! He had some sort of inner debate with himself before writing,

It's her. Ziva resisted the urge to growl, jump through the window, or hunt Tony's latest girlfriend down and strangle her. It seemed Tony had, unfortunately, really fallen for this one, and the fact that she was making him anything less than perfectly happy would not do for Ziva.

What happened, she asked. He sighed.

I don't even know. I cracked a joke and I guess it rubbed her the wrong way. I don't even remember what I said! Ziva made a face of pity.

I am sorry. Maybe she just doesn't understand your sense of humor. It's a shame really, it's one of the most lovable things about you. Tony beamed, and Ziva inwardly cursed herself. He kept on smiling as he wrote,

Lovable? Really, Ziva? Gee, I didn't know you felt that way. She sighed a half-frustrated, half-longing sigh.

I never said I did. I just think that if you're in a relationship with someone they should be able to understand you, especially your sense of humor. You should be able to laugh with them, trust them, open up to them.

It sounds like we're talking about more than my sense of humor here. Besides, she's good in bed. Ziva rolled her eyes. Typical Tony, brush everything off with a joke.

You're an idiot. He grinned.

Why thank you madame. Your kind words touch me deeply. Ziva smiled.

Well you are most welcome then. Tony smirked then grew serious.

Besides, he wrote, it's not like anyone else is lining up at my doorstep confessing their undying love for me. Ziva looked down, took a deep breath, and wrote,

I am. But he was already gone, his shade pulled over the window and effectively ending their conversation. Ziva growled and lay back down on her bed before curling up into a fetal position, imagining Tony's arms around her as she fell asleep.


Hope you guys liked it! Lemme know what you think!!!