Disclaimer: Unfortunately NCIS isn't mine. *sniffle sniffle*

Heyy guys. This is my first attempt at a fanfic so please excuse if it's a little rubbish. I actually thought of this while I was on the bus today.

Any way, hope you enjoy it. Reviews are always welcome.

xx

Both Ziva and Tony looked around the grand hall they were in suspiciously as they waltzed around the dance floor in each other's arms. To anybody passing by they were just a cute couple very much in love but it was far from it. Their eyes were darting around the crowd, looking for their target that needed to be eliminated.

Suddenly, Ziva noticed an older looking man walking back into the hall and she instantly knew who it was.

She looked at Tony and realised he had been staring at her but she ignored it.

'I see the target. I am moving in', she whispered to Tony trying not to alert anyone of what she was planning. The intensity with which she said this almost scared Tony but he didn't let it show.

'No, wait', he said looking directly into her eyes, silently pleading her.

'We may not get another chance', she countered back with as she smiled at a couple waltzing towards them from the opposite direction. Tony let them pass before speaking again.

'It's too dangerous. Your cover will get be blown and he may have people watching. It's too risky', he said with his voice filled with determination.

'This is the best chance we are going to get and you cannot stop me', she replied. She was starting to get a little frustrated now with him. He said he would help her get revenge so why was he holding her back now?

Tony tightens his grip on Ziva's waist bringing her closer to him, their faces inches away from one another.

'Yes I can and I will', Tony confidently told her.

She was almost convinced. Almost.

Ziva pulled out a knife from her waist using the hand that was placed on his shoulder and discreetly slid her hand up Tony's shoulders and around his neck.

'Is that a knife?!', Tony exclaimed as quietly as he could but he couldn't keep the fear out of his voice.

'Are you going to let me go or not?'

Tony was rooted to the spot. It took him a second but he finally bought himself back to the present and forced himself to calm down.

'No', he said without hesitation.

Ziva's eyes softened slightly as she looked at her partner.

There was a pause.

'Then I am sorry for this…' she finally said, each word filled with sorrow and regret.

'And so am I…' Tony replied straight after her and as soon as the words left his mouth he closed his eyes, leaned in and kissed Ziva on the lips.

Before Ziva knew what was happening Tony's lips were on hers. She froze slightly at first but then slowly melted into his touch.

He took her hand from the back of his neck while still kissing her and released the knife from her grip. He then placed the knife into his suit jacket pocket. He then took her hand again and bought it down from around his neck and placed her hand on his chest over his heart and covered her hand with his.

They finally broke the kiss and they opened their eyes, their faces inches away from one another once again. All around them people were applauding but they didn't seem to notice because Tony and Ziva were lost deep within each other's eyes.

From that point they made a silent vow to each other, to protect, to love and to always be there for each other.

From that point on they knew everything was going to be alright.

So...? How was it? Review please. Even if it is just to 'alright' or 'needs work'. xx