A/N: Hey guys! I'm baaaack! This is going to be a four or five-part story-let. I was originally going to put this into my other story, "Stars". But I felt like it's going to be to long to be called a oneshot. I'll work on updating this every week. (I promise!) Enjoy!
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Disclaimer: You wouldn't be reading this story if I owned NCIS, you'd be watching it.
"Your lipstick stains, on the front lobe of my left-side brains."
"You were just acting... Right?" Timothy McGee managed to squeak out. He turned to look at the agent on his right. Anthony DiNozzo did not answer; instead he moved the binoculars up to his eyes and stared forward, taking in the scene. Ziva David was in his sights, slouching in her black wire cafe chair, getting a wannabe terrorist to snap their trap. The guy looks nervous; he's twitching in his seat, trying to look like he's done this before.
As Tony observed the scene, he thought about McGee's question,
"You were just acting... Right?"
They were acting, acting like they didn't love each other. The words were acting, throwing off whoever was listening. The sex was acting, just for show. Even if he'd wanted it to be real, it was not. His feelings however, those were real.
He thought about Ziva. She was beautiful. She was funny. She was smart and quick witted. She was everything he'd ever wanted, but did she want him back? The more he thought about her, he realized that she was way to good for him. He was afraid of deep commitment. But, the more he thought about loving her, the more that fear slowly melted away.
She too had a fear, a fear of not ever being loved. She was a shell of her former self when they had brought her back from Somalia. However, she was letting her feelings show more and more these days, opening up to them. She wasn't the same Ziva he'd shared a bed with five years ago, she was different.
When they got back to the squad room Tony pulled Ziva aside. He dragged her into the men's bathroom and locked the door. She looked up at him with questioning chocolate brown eyes but, she remained silent.
"Listen Ziva." he gulped, "McLover-boy out there has got me thinking. Thinking about you... and me... together."
He took a step back, in a small amount of shock at what just came out of his mouth. Ziva too was in her own state of shock. She looked up at him. She opened her mouth, but she had no words. She lifted her hand to his cheek and softly caressed it. He took her hand in his,
"So? Together?" he pulled her hand up to his mouth and brushed it with his lips. Ziva paused.
"Together." she nodded and pulled his waist to hers. He flashed that big DiNozzo grin of his and cupped her face in his hands. She leaned forward until their lips were only a breath apart. He bridged the gap between and gave her the sweetest kiss she'd ever had. She felt as if the world had stopped spinning, just for them. They were in slow motion, completely happy being right there in the men's room. He broke off the kiss and smiled,
"It's about time." She smiled and gave his cheek a tap. They left the bathroom with joyful spirits and secret smiles. They knew nothing would ever be the same again, but they didn't care. They were in love.
A/N: Soooooooooooo...? Watcha think? I decided to split it into parts because I think it will end up flowing better. The next part will be up around next week! Anyways, it would be lovely if you reviewed my story because reviews are love.
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