Dear Reader,

This is my first fic, so be gentle. Tell me if the characters are OOC. I tried very hard, but it's possible it wasn't enough. Feel free to correct my mistakes (grammar, etc) and to write as much critics (positive and negative – hope there'll be less negative than positive ones) as you want.

I don't want to be an author who has longer prologues than stories so I shut up! :)

Unfortunately, I don't own anything (Especially not NCIS). :(

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It was a general Monday morning at NCIS. Gibbs arrived at 6.50, coffee in hand.

A few minutes later the elevator doors opened with a 'ding' and a quick-to-act Ziva David stepped in the Squadroom.

-„Morning, Gibbs!"

-„Ziva!" Gibbs replied without looking up at her. He only rose his eyes at Ziva when he caught the sight of her in front of his desk.
She had calmly waited for him to realise her presence.

-„Yes?" He asked with a searching look on his face.

-„Gibbs! I need to talk you about something… not work-related. It's…"

-„Just jerk it out, David!" Gibbs barked at her.

-„Yes! Gibbs… I just…"

-„Ziva!" warned Gibbs the Israeli.

-„Ok. So his birthday is on this Saturday and I know that Abby is organising a big celebration or something… and McGee's already bought him a very rare DVD with some kind of Italian film classic. I just wondered about…"

-„What to give him?"- asked Gibbs leaning back in his chair.

-„Exactly!" said Ziva with relief. „I don't really know what would be the best present for him."

-„So you tell me this because…"

-„Because I'd like to ask for your advice."

Gibbs grinned in disbelief and stared at himself for a brief moment. Finally he looked up at could tell that there was a real fight in her. Because of a gift. For Tony.

-„You asked the wrong person Ziva. I'm sure that you'll find something he'll appreciate." said Gibbs in a father-like tone. 'Anyway I think he will be pleased with anything YOU gives him' he tought.

Ziva's initial enthusiasm slipped away immediately but she managed to force a small smile on her face.

-„Oh. Sure. Thank you." Ziva said, but the hidden disappointment didn't go unnoticed by Gibbs. Ziva was on to walk away from Gibbs' desk and to her own one, when he called her back.

-„Ziver! You're his partner. You know him better than anyone else. And next to this, you're a good investigator as well!" he said, eyes never leaving her questionning glance.

-„Thank you, Gibbs!" she said, a small but real smile appearing on her beautiful face.

Gibbs nodded than stood up.

-„I run out of coffee. Do you need anything from Starbucks?"

-„No, thanks." said Ziva while switching on her computer.

At 7.57am

-„Morning Ziva, Gibbs, Probie!" Tony said as he walked in the bullpen.

-„Morning!" said Ziva and McGee in unison.

-„Stop welcoming each other! Gear up! We have a dead marine at Quantico." Gibbs said smashing the receiver on his desk.

During the way to the base Ziva kept on thinking about the perfect gift for Tony.

-„What's on the mind of my crazy ninja?"

-„Sorry. What?" asked Ziva interrupted in her thoughts.

-„Hey, come on! Where are you?"

-„As you can see, I'm in the truck, Tony. Why?" asked Ziva with a confused expression on her face.

-„No, I mean. You have hardly said a word since we left the office. What's wrong?"

-„Nothing. I just… thinking."

-„I realized it as you had been staring out of the window for 15 minutes without blinking."

-„Sorry. I'm just…"

-„Thinking. Yeah. You've already said that. Is everything ok? You're really distracted this morning." Tony said trying to hide the worry in his voice.

-„I'm fine, really."

-„If you say so."

They finished their conversation just as they pulled up at their destination. Ziva didn't convinced Tony at all, but he decided not to push it anymore, or not right in front of Ziva.

At the scene

-„Tony photos, McGee bag and tag, Ziva witnesses."

Tony watched as Ziva shoved off with quick steps and when he'd been sure she wasn't in earshot he turned to McGee.

-„Doesn't it strange?"

-„Tony. We have already had dead marines at this base earlier. It's not strange." McGee said, his eyes never leaving the ground.

-„No, Ziva."

-„ Ziva?" McGee asked totally confused.

-„McGee could you just listen to me? Something is wrong with Ziva."

-„Why? What? Is something happened to her?" McGee asked, now looking straight at Tony.

-„I try to tell you this since we are here." Tony said, rolling his eyes „She seems to be careworn. She hardly talked to me during the way here."

-„Oh, god. Tony. Tell me that you didn't hurt her with something." McGee said in disbelief. 'Well. We're at work since an hour and they have already started fighting. It's gonna be a long day.'

-„Of course not, McSensitive! I didn't… or did I? I don't remember. I couldn't… her birthday is in next month and…"

-„You two! Work!" Gibbs cried at them. 'If I weren't here, they wouldn't lift a finger' he thought wagging his head slightly.

Back at the office

-„Super!" called out Ziva as she happily put down the receiver of her phone.

Every eye in the Squadroom immediately looked at her at the moment she cried out loud.

-„What? Never heard anyone yell? asked a lightly flushed Ziva with anger in her voice, so every worker went back to their papers hurriedly. They all heard legends about Ziva and her threats of different deadly-painful tortures.

Only the one Tony DiNozzo kept looking at her.

-„What can be so fantastic Zee-Vah, that the hard ex-Mossad assassin can't control her well-hidden emotions?" he asked, their eyes locking with the moment she turned in his direction.

-„A date?..." he guessed. 'Please, God. Let it be anything else than a date' he thought hopefully.

So, at first: Thanks for reading!

Second: Write down any of your idea and send it to me in a review, please! :)