Temperance Brennan walked inside the old pub and smiled as she looked around. The atmosphere was calming; music filled the speakers in an appropriate volume. She heard the door opening and smiled at the woman behind her.

"This is nice, I've lived in DC for years and I can't believe I've never been here" Brennan said.

"I know! Same here" Ziva replied. They walked towards the bar and ordered the drinks.

"Tequila for me, I live close I can walk" Ziva ordered.

The bartender smiled and retrieved a glass before filling it with the alcoholic drink.

"What can I get cha?" the woman behind the bar asked as she looked at Brennan.

"I'll have water on the rocks" Brennan smiled. She looked at Ziva "I've got to drive" she simply said.

After they both had their drinks in hand, they walked back to the large tables that the pub provided and sat down, neither of them asked if it was alright to sit together; they just did as if they had been friends for years. They sat there and just listened to the music, occasionally taking a sip of their drink.

Ziva looked at Brennan, who was starring at her hands; she smiled and broke their silence. "So what do you do Temperance?" Ziva asked.

"I'm a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian institute"

"Oh" Ziva replied. "I'm a Mossad assassin liaising with the NCIS" Ziva offered.

Brennan nodded, not really knowing what else to say.

"So what's your problem?" she blurred.

Ziva looked at Brennan as if she had an extra head and began to laugh. "Men are my problem...well at least one"

"Tell me about it" Brennan sighed.

"What's yours like?"

"Well...he's not mine...not really, I mean we've been partners for five years and all, but he has a girlfriend and I'm...happy for him" Brennan said. Ziva could see she was lying.

"Honey, I've just met you, and I already know that you are not okay, with your partner..."

"Booth" Brennan concurred.

"You are not okay with Booth having a girlfriend"

Brennan bit her bottom lip. "What about you Ziva? An attractive woman like you surely can't be having man problems"

"One word for you, Tony DiNozzo"

Brennan looked at her in confusion. Ziva noticed this and chipped in "He is the most cockiest arrogant sonofabitch that you could ever meet, but then he goes and risks his life to 'save me' even though he knew there was a chance that I would be dead"

"So why are you having problems with him? He sounds like a great guy"

"Rule 12 may play a part in that. And the fact that he doesn't feel the same way, and to be honest I couldn't care less, I'm a strong woman! I kick ass for god sakes" She drank the remainders of her drink and ordered another.

"Rule 12?"

"Oh that. Our boss made a rule that co-workers should never be in a relationship"

Brennan nodded.

"A bit like the line Booth made"

"Line?"

"A line that partners should never cross, In other words he doesn't like me so he made a fake line to prevent my hopes from get down"

"I'm useless with American phrases but I believe it's UP, he doesn't want to get your hopes up"

Brennan began to laugh and Ziva joined.

~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~~*

Three hours later and both Ziva and Brennan were both laughing with no apparent reason.

Brennan had given up on drinking just water and began to drink straight up vodka. Her words were; 'If I'm planning on getting drunk I may as well go for the strong stuff' which received a giggle from Ziva who was already on her eighth tequila shoot.

"I feel like dancing Zee" Brennan commented. The alcohol had already interfered with her logical thinking mind.

"But there is no music" Ziva commented.

"That's because they are changing the record"

"Fine, when it starts we will dance, We need some hot guys!"

"You won't find them here" Brennan muttered as she looked under the table. "Men free Zone"

"oooooh I knew that" Ziva grinned.

"You know what else I want to do right now?" Brennan said.

"What?"

"Call Booth"

"I thought you said you didn't like him" Ziva grinned, nearly falling of her seat.

"We're not" she admitted. "I have never said this before, but when we leave this place I will probably never see you again, so. Yes I do have feeling for Booth, I mean I still believe that love is a little dim-witted in the facts that it can be easily explained with science, but I do have strong feelings for him, that are more than partner like"

"I knew it!" Ziva shouted.

"Keep it down Zee" Brennan said and hiccupped.

~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*

"It was nice meeting you Temps, I hope you get Booth's problem sorted, Just walk up to him and kiss the night life out of him"

"What?" Brennan squinted.

"I don't know" Ziva chuckled.

They saw a taxi pulling in and sighed. "That's me" Brennan smiled.

"I'm in the pages as Ziva David call me Temps and we can go for a drink when we are both sober"

Brennan laughed.

"I mean a coffee" Ziva said, after realising what she had said.

A/N: I've got major writers block and this is all I could think off! I'm sorry but in my defence I do have swine flu and should be in bed resting!