Disclaimer: NCIS isn't mine

Okay...this might be a little confusing. This is set *before* the prologue, which is kind of the purpose of a prologue, but I am not one to do things normally. Anyway. Review, please!

Chapter One: Whatcha

"Hey, Zi, whatcha doing tonight?"

"Whatcha?"

"I, actually, have a date," Tony announced proudly.

McGee snorted from his desk. "Of course you do."

"And what is little McGee—"

"Enough!" Ziva cried, throwing her hands in the air. "Tony, I was asking what 'whatcha' meant. You did not have to go off on a redgent and tell me your social plans."

"Tangent, Ziva, and 'whatcha' means 'what are you.' As in, 'what are you doing tonight?"

"Oh. I, also, have a date," Ziva answered, smirking slightly. Tony's face faltered for a second, so fast Ziva couldn't be sure it had happened.

"Really?" he grabbed his backpack off the ground and hooked it over his shoulder. Ziva only looked up at him, grabbing her own backpack and following him out of the bull pen.

McGee shook his head, and opened an IM to Abby.

TMcGee: T & Z so like each other.

***

"You should have seen your face when I told you I had a date tonight, Tony," Ziva said, pushing the elevator button.

"Yeah, well...we said that I would ask you what you were doing; I would be going on a date, and you would be staying late at the office doing paperwork!" Tony complained.

"Tony, you must let me have a little fun. Improvising, yes?" Ziva said slyly, stepping into the elevator as the doors opened.

"If we want this"—Tony gestured from him to Ziva—"to stay a secret, you can't do that!" Ziva just stared pointedly at Tony, and tilted her head at the man who had stepped into the elevator behind Tony, who just happened to be the man who was always in the men's room whenever Ziva followed Tony in there—which, now that they were "together," was quite often. Tony only wrinkled his nose and pouted, and the rest of the elevator ride was silent.

"Damn Agent John Doe," Tony growled under his breath as they stepped off the elevator. Ziva laughed, leading the way towards the parking lot.

"Agent John Doe?"

"Yeah. We don't know his name." Tony explained, like it was obvious. "So, Miss David..." he started, changing the subject, "who's the lucky guy who gets to take you on a date tonight?"

"I think you know, Tony," Ziva said, pulling Tony by the hand into a small alcove near the parking lot.

"Can I have three guesses?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the right and smiling. Ziva hit him on the shoulder. "Hey!" he whined.

Ziva shook her head a little, and slid up gently on her toes until she could look Tony in the eye. They stared at each other for several seconds.

Then Tony's lips crushed down on Ziva's. Ziva moaned slightly, stretching up more on her toes and wrapping her arms around Tony's neck.

They broke apart, breathing heavily. Both smiled, swinging their arms between them as they walked towards the car.

***

Special Agent Gibbs stood by the window that looked over the parking lot.

"What's up, Boss?" McGee asked from behind him as he gathered his things.

"Nothing, McGee...just enjoying the view."

"Um...it's a parking lot, Boss."

"Uh-huh."

"Well, night, Boss," McGee said, walking away towards the elevator.

"It's not just a parking lot to the rest of my team, McGee," he said under his breath as he heard the ding of the elevator.

After watching Tony and Ziva get into the same car and drive away, Gibbs went down to Abby's lab.

"Abs?"

"Gibbs!"

"I need to see the security footage from all the cameras that have a view of the parking lot."

"Oh my God. Did someone die in the parking lot? Is it someone I know? It isn't—"

"Abby."

"Right. Security footage. It isn't someon—"

"Abs!"

Abby pushed a few keys, her fingers flying.

"Oh. Oh my gosh!" Abby cried. "Look, Gibbs! Look! That's Tony and Ziva! In the NCIS parking lot! Kissing!" Abby was bouncing on her toes now.

"Print some of the shots where you can see the faces."

Abby obliged, but it wasn't until the first pictures were already out of the printer before she realized something. "Gibbs? What are you gonna—Gibbs! You can't use those against Tony and Ziva! Gibbs!"

The only thing Abby heard in reply was the whoosh of the door closing behind her silver-haired fox.