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"Movie night?" Ziva questioned hesitantly. She stopped typing the report on her computer when she heard Tony's offer.

"Oh come on Ziva. I just rented this really good film, and you could watch it with me?" Tony tried his best to persuade her.

"Um, thank you Tony. But I…. wanted to finish this book I am reading." In all honesty, Ziva didn't mind spending time with Tony watching a movie. But she was really tired, and would rather just go home to a warm bath and a good night's sleep.

"I am a trained investigator Ze-vah. I can tell when you are making up excuses. Come on, it will be fun, I promise. And besides, it's a horror film – you'll like it" He grinned.

He just wanted to spend time with her. He missed their movie nights – staying up till 3 in the morning, watching film after film. Waking up in the morning with that stabbing pain in his back because they fell asleep on the couch while talking. Most of all, he missed having Ziva close to him. He remembered that when Gibbs had retired and left to Mexico, they spent almost every night together. Yes, it was border lining the infamous Rule #12, but Gibbs was gone then, and technically, they weren't dating.

Ziva did not have the energy to argue with Tony right now. So, she decided to accept the offer, but on her terms. "Ok Tony. I will do movie night with you tonight. But it will be on my conditions."

Tony sighed.

"Firstly," Ziva began, "Movie night will be at my house. Secondly, we will order takeaway – I feel like eating Chinese today. And thirdly, we will watch 1 film only." She dictated, emphasising the only.

"All fine with me" Tony smiled. "I'm telling you, you'll really like this film."

"We'll see" Ziva smirked.

"I am invited too, right DiNozzo?" Gibbs interrupted their conversation in the Bullpen, walking briskly to his desk carrying his large cup of coffee. He switched on the lamp at his desk as it was beginning to get dark.

Embarrassed, Tony replied, "Of course Boss. But I don't think you'll like this one, it's a horror film."

"Boss? At movie night? Help me God!" Tony prayed

"Ah, just my favourite DiNozzo. Make sure there's popcorn." Gibbs added sarcastically. Ziva let out a small laugh from her desk.

Deciding it was time to get serious, Gibbs put on his serious mask and authoritatively demanded, "Background on Lance Corporal Jones."

For the next ten minutes, the team gave Gibbs their research (mainly McGee talking about Jones' computer and phone) and at quarter past eight, Gibbs gave them the, "That's all for today. Go home, get some rest."

Tony and Ziva walked together to the car park, and Ziva drove them to the takeaway shop. The conversation in the car was fairly light, just two co-workers talking about the case. During their journey back home, Ricky Martins' famous 'livin' la vida loca' song came on the radio. Instinctively, like he was in his own car, Tony turned up the volume and began singing the lyrics. Soon Ziva joined in too.

Upside, inside out she's livin la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out livin la vida loca Come On!
Livin la vida loca, Come on!
She's livin la vida loca.

At the end of the song both started laughing, out of breath from singing the song at the top of their voices. Tony admired Ziva's laugh, and he was proud that he had completely changed her mood from just a conversation in the elevator. He loved to see her laugh – her face began to glow and her eyes just had this sparkle in them.

Soon, they reached the Chinese restaurant and placed their takeaway orders.

"Um, I'll have number 41 please," Ziva told the rather handsome waiter. She put on her biggest smile, and so did the waiter. Her eyes were all fluttery and her face was radiant, just like a teenage girl talking to her crush.

Interrupting, their mute conversation, Tony added, "Can I have number 72 please?"

The waiter took their order and went, not before smiling at Ziva again. Both co-workers sat down on the sofa, waiting for their food to come.

"You are dangerous, Agent David. Sneaky," Tony joked.

"Dangerous how," Ziva questioned, knowing he was talking about her flirting skills.

"Deciding how to trap him, I see," Tony continued.

"Was there a him in the painting?" Ziva asked, pretending to be innocent.

"Picture Ziva. Was there a him in the picture," Tony laughed. "Don't act all innocent. I saw you enticing him with your eyes."

"Well Tony," Ziva said seductively, "Everyone deserves to have a little fun."

"Won't your Ray of Sunshine be a little jealous," Tony began to fish, but he only meant it as a joke.

It was a bad idea. Immediately, Ziva stiffened, and broke their eye contact. Her mask fell for just a second, and then it was back on again. But Tony didn't miss the change in her expressions, and that sparkle that had been there in her eye a second ago was gone.

"Ziva, I…" Tony began to apologize.

"The food is here," Ziva stated, still not making eye contact with him.

"Yeah," Tony mumbled. "Great DiNozzo, you see what you do? First you get her to trust you, and then you just screw it up, don't you. Smooth"

To say Tony was angry at himself would be an understatement. He was furious. How could he even joke about Ray when he knew Ziva was upset? How could he be such an idiot? Before they had caught the port-to-port killer, Ziva had temporarily broken up with Ray, and then, when she had been kidnapped and they found her in that barn, Ray had helped her up, and the way she looked at him, Tony knew they would get back together. He was a bit hurt, when Ziva had not even looked at him in that barn – he was so worried for her and all she did was acknowledge Ray's presence. Wait, why was he hurt? Ray was the man she loved, and he was just her co-worker. Her actions were justified. He knew Ziva was back together with Ray, but he also knew that everything wasn't alright between them now.

While he was sitting on the sofa thinking, Ziva had gone to the counter, paid for the food, and brought it back.

"Tony, don't worry about it. What happened is not your fault." She said, standing beside him holding the takeaway boxes.

"What happened, Ziva?" Tony asked. He hoped she would share with him, but the look in her eyes told him she didn't want to talk – at least not now.

"Forget I asked Ziva," he said. "Let's just get to your place before the food goes cold," he smiled. If she didn't want to open up to him just know, that was fine. As long as she was happy.

"It smells delicious Tony," Ziva said as they walked back to her car. She too was trying to change the mood of the conversation. She knew that if she remained upset or distracted, Tony would blame himself for something which was definitely not his fault.

So they drove the rest of the 5 minute journey to Ziva's house listening to the radio and singing along, both in a happy mood.

They reached her apartment soon after and walked into the quite lobby. They took the elevator up, still singing 'Single ladies' from the radio and carried on singing as they walked down her corridor towards her door. They were laughing and singing at the same time, both thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"Ziva," the male voice interrupted them. They had been too busy singing to see him leaning against the door. Standing at Ziva's doorstep was the man who she least wanted to see.

Ooh, who could it be? Well, actually, you've probably guessed, it's not that hard! If you are reading this it means you have read the whole chapter, so thanks so much for reading :D I would really appreciate more reviews and please tell me what you like/don't like (hopefully there won't be many don't likes (fingers crossed)) I will start writing chapter 3 tomorrow, so hopefully will be able to update be Sunday :D Hope you liked it and your reviews really make my day, so please please hit that button!