A/N: This is my first Tiva story evaaaa :) yay! It hasn't been beta-ed so all mistakes are mine. Once my beta gets back to me I'll change a few things. Anyway enough of my ramblin'. Let's get to readin'!

Disclaimer: I asked Donald Bellisario nicely for the rights to NCIS but he said no... and issued a restraining order against me... OH WELL! :{D

Everyone, you look so lonely.

I sat at my desk in the empty bullpen on a dreary Saturday morning. I had some paperwork that didn't get done last night because of Tony's antics. Tony... silly and annoying, but a good friend nonetheless. He had been pestering us all yesterday with his movie mumbo gumbo, or was it mumbo jumbo? Anyway, I didn't get done with my paperwork because of Tony. Now I sit here alone on a Saturday, doing a load of paperwork. I sigh, "Try to focus on the paperwork." I tell myself.

"Gooooood morning!" a familiar singsong voice calls. I turn quickly because I thought the squad room was empty.

"Ah hahaha!" Tony laughs, "I scared the ninja!" He walked over to his desk put his bag onto the floor and collapsed onto the chair. Seriously? Tony is going to keep me from finishing again? I sigh, I just wanted to get my paperwork done and go home.

"Tony," I start, "The reason I am here is because of you."

"Me?" Tony questions innocently, "Aww, Ziva, you don't need to do paperwork to see me." She sees the mischief growing in those sparkling green eyes.

"No Tony, you would not stop talking about your movies last night!" I cried, "I couldn't get my paperwork done!" He grins the stupid goofy grin that makes my heart melt.

"Ahh, come on Zee-Vah," he pouts, "That's not the only reason you came." He puts his feet up on his desk and his hands behind his head and waits for my reply. I thought I'd drag him along for a bit.

"If you must know I-"

"Oh I must." Tony interrupted.

"Well then, if you must know…" I paused, roping him along. Wait, stringing him along, "I hoped to see…"

"Who did you hope to see Zee-Vah?" Tony smirked.

"MaGee" I grinned. This was a joke of course, but… I wanted to see Tony's reaction.

"Oh." Tony muttered. He took his hands off his head and put him feet on the ground.

Wow, I didn't expect that. The minute I said, "McGee" Tony's eyes and smirk fell. I expected the smirk to go but what didn't expect were his eyes. All I saw in those once sparkling green eyes was… true sadness. He turned on his computer and went to work.

"Tony," I tried.

"No Ziva, we need to work." Tony replied gruffly.

I turned and looked at my computer screen. What? Did Tony really think I came here for him? Did he really think that was the reason... or did he hope? I had really not meant to hurt Tony's feelings like that.

After about a half an hour I had not finished a single report. Tony was distracting me but not the way he had before. Before it was his movies, now his silence was distracting. I could not take it anymore.

"Tony," I cried "I did not mean it when I said McGee."

"I know." was Tony's short curt answer.

I know. Was that all he could say? I know. That phrase tore me up inside. How could he know and still be angry? Now I am angry. I finish two reports quickly, pounding the keyboard, cursing in Hebrew, trying to keep my mind off of Tony.

"You know Ziva," Tony starts, "I came here to see you." I shift my gaze back to Tony.

"Me?" I ask, very confused. He leans back into his chair and replies,

"Well, maybe I got you a little a something." Ah, the mischief is back in his eyes.

"What do you have up your coat?" I ask.

"Sleeve." He corrects. "It's up your sleeve, Ziva. And it's actually in my pocket." He reaches down into is pocket and pulls out a box. Wooden. Blue bow. My hands start to tremble as he walks to my desk. He sets down the box and takes a step back.

"Why did you step back?"

"It gives me more time to duck." He jokes. I hope.

I look at the box skeptically. It looks like a nice homemade wooden box; the blue bow puzzles me though. It could be a fancy chocolate bar. No, Tony wouldn't make this much fuss over candy. A bracelet maybe? Would Tony get me a bracelet?

"Go on." Tony prods, "Open it." I take one last look at the box and take a deep breath. First, I slide the ribbon off slowly. I can see Tony's nervousness; he keeps fooling with his ear. Next, I slide the top of the box off and pull away the purple tissue paper.

"Tony!" I gasp. "Its beautiful! Why did you get me this?"

Tony smiles shyly, "Do you like it? I noticed you didn't have one anymore so, I got ya this one." his eyes are filled with anticipation.

"Oh Tony," I think about Saleem. He yanks by beautiful Star of David necklace off my neck and smashes it against a wall. A tear forms, "Tony I... I love it."

"Ya mean it?" Tony smiles, "You love it?" Admiring the delicate piece of jewelry, I stand up and walk to his side. He takes the necklace gently from my hand and points out a tiny etch in the metal.

"What is it?" I inquire.

"It says," He pauses, "Tony." I grin.

"Thank you bello, will you put it on?" I ask.

"You're welcome bella. I will." He smiles and pulls my hair back. I feel him struggle with the clasp a bit but he finally gets it hooked on. I stroke the necklace carefully. I have missed the weight of a necklace. I turn to face him again and am confronted by a peck on the cheek.

"You missed." I reply,

"Did I?" Tony smirks. I nod and wrap my arms around his neck. This time I get the kiss I've been dreaming of for so long.

When I look at the stars I feel like myself.

A/N: The first and last lines of this are from an AWESOME song called "Stars" it's by switchfoot and inspired the title. Bello= Italian for handsome. Bella= Italian for pretty. I feel like this could become a multi-chapter story of Tiva love but i don't know... what do you think? Oh, about reviews... I LOVE THEM!

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