Sooooooooooo...Paige (SemperFiNCIS) is baaaaaaaaacccckkk. mwhahahahaa. And in honor of her jumping back on that horse. We're starting a new story. She'll be doing most of the writing, seeing as I'm up to my ears in other stories.

But this is gunna be a good one, I promise. And Tweddle Dee will be monitoring reviews and I will keep her completely updated on story alerts and such. I'm hoping to get her fully back on the writing horse and most of her stories will be kept on my page. And I will be 100% clear as to what stories are hers and which ones are mine.

Btw: For any of you who have gone to my page or follow my stories regularly, this amazing girl wrote "Settling".

Disclaimer: Yea, ha, right.


It was late on a Friday.

The bull pen was emptying.

The brush of trousers and leather shoes on the carpeted floor were accompanied by the rustling of loose papers and the snapping of briefcases. It was quite obvious that the weekend was setting in. Ziva David stood from her onyx swivel chair and grabbed her heavy coat off the chairs back, beginning to slip her arms into the sleeves while absentmindedly closing out her email and shutting off her lifted her slender arms to the nape of her neck to free her dark locks that had been sandwiched between her body and her woolen coat.

Unbeknownst to her, Tony sat across the way, casually leaning back in his chair enjoying his view of the seemingly hurried Israeli beauty that he was so fortunate to call his partner.

"Big plans Zee-vah?" Tony asked, placing his Armani clad shoes up on his cluttered desk.

"It is none of your business Tony." She replied courtly, with a hint of disdain.

"Come off the ledge Coyote Ugly, just makin' a little small talk. So, you're seeing Mr. Miami? That is, after all, the only logical reason that you wouldn't tell me what you were up to…" He continued to ramble on.

"Tony! Enough! Nothing you do or say will make me tell you. It does not concern you in any way at all. Goodnight." She retorted, picking up her backpack and turning the corner onto the path to the elevator.

Once there, she pressed the button multiple times in rapid succession, impatiently waiting to get away from the electric green eyes that she should feel boring a hole in the back of her head. The doors opened and she stepped in turning around to hit the button for the ground floor, making brief eye contact with her partner before disappearing from his sight.

She couldn't stand his incessant questioning of her personal life. Yes, he may be right that she was seeing her, well her… whatever he was, from Miami that evening, but why should Tony need to know, she asked herself.

Once Ziva had gone, Tony gathered his things and left, his demeanor had changed from that of joking to an incredibly serious and determined one. He was scheming and it showed on his face, a furrowed brow and straight lip painted on his visage.

He had one thing in his mind, and one thing only; Mr. Miami was not going to steal the affections of Ms. David.

Ziva walked hand in hand with Mr. Miami down the long corridor lined with plain white door in her apartment complex.

As the duo stopped at her door and she rifled through her bag to find her key, her mysterious man's hand dropped from hers to grab her backside. She thought about this gesture for a split second and decided that it was acceptable. When the lock turned, they practically fell through the doorway, laughing and giggling like a couple of high school kids. Then they were in her den on the other side of the door, Mr. Miami pinned Ziva up against the door and attacked her lips with his, clearly getting pretty into what he was doing. Ziva responded at first but suddenly stopped, placing her teeth to her lips.

"Give me a minute" she said, sliding away from the wall and the grasp of her guest. Once away, Ziva, with a furrowed brow walked tentatively across her living room to where the door to her bedroom stood slightly a jar. She had a gut feeling that something was amiss and that they were not alone.

As she entered her pitch black bedroom, closed the door behind her, and flipped on the light switch on the wall immediately next to her, he hunch was confirmed; in front of her, standing at the foot of her bed, stood Anthony Dinozzo.


Ooooh, things be getting interesting in the David apartment.

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