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Tony pushed the button for the elevator, then drew back his hand and stood in a waiting position. Ziva stood beside him, an unpleased look detectable on her face. The small box arrived and they stepped in, not saying a word. The doors slid shut and a slightly awkward silence filled the elevator.

It seemed to grow, and soon Tony had had enough of it. "So, going undercover again, huh?" he more stated than asked, just to break the awkwardness.

Ziva chuckled amusedly. "You seem very eager to start."

Tony puffed out his chest a little and adjusted his tie in a moderately good imitation of James Bond. "Well," he started, creating a pause between his words for dramatic effect. "How could I not be?" He grinned down at her.

She rolled her eyes. "Just because I will be playing your wife does not mean you can do what you want with me."

Tony looked offended. "I would never try anything on an unwilling woman," he said, acting all gentleman. "I value my life way too much for that," he added under his breath.

She gave a small laugh. "And you are telling me the thought of getting me to bed never crossed your mind?" Her voice was teasing, seductive even. It sent a shiver of thrill through Tony's body. He looked at her and found she was advancing on him, pushing him against the metal wall of the elevator. There was a sparkle of an uncommon sort in her eyes, something Tony had never seen before.

He stepped back a little, but then found he couldn't make another step. The wall was cool and smooth against his back, cutting off any escape route.

She was so close. He could feel her breath on his neck as she stared up at him. She cocked her head to the side, waiting for him to answer.

"Well…" he stuttered, trying to buy himself some time. The thought of getting Ziva into bed had indeed crossed his mind. Both reminding him of the last time in that hotel room, and creating new hopes of experiencing it again. Maybe a little more this time, even, seeing as they didn't actually do anything that night. Something that he dearly regretted.

He was saved from answering, though, when the all too familiar ding of an elevator doors opening drew them out of their little bubble. They had forgotten to flip the emergency switch. Ziva stepped away from Tony, giving him some air; he in turn went for adjusting his tie again, to give some occupation for his hands.

They began stepping out of the little metal box, but the sight that appeared before them stopped them both in their tracks.

In front of the elevator stood Jimmy Palmer, looking like he was seriously considering running away and never looking back until he'd made it somewhere really, really far. Alaska, perhaps. Or Greenland.

A smirk of amusement crawled upon Ziva's lips. "Hello, Jimmy," she greeted.

A look of sheer panic crossed Palmer's face. Catching Tony and Ziva in a situation quite like that had never been on the top of his to-do list. In fact, if he'd paid any thought to it, it would've been down the very end. Or completely off the list.

He was debating whether what he'd seen could be qualified as "too much", when Tony's voice pierced his thoughts like a bullet.

"Enjoyed the view, Palmer?" he asked, not accusingly, but as if he was amused.

The poor Autopsy Assistant turned bright red. "Uh…I…" he stammered, "No, I mean…"

Tony patted him lightly on the shoulder. "It's okay, buddy. I understand." He made a show of keeping a straight face. When Palmer had stumbled into the elevator and the doors were just closing, he burst out laughing.

"Did you see his face?" he asked between cackles of laughter.

Ziva gave a chuckle of her own. "He looked like he would pass on any minute."

"He practically did! And it's pass out by, by the way." Tony took a deep breath to calm himself down, completely ignoring the look of annoyance Ziva gave him at the correction of her idioms. "But in his case he could've passed on as well," Tony chuckled. "And the look he gave you? He's absolutely terrified of you!"

Ziva gave him a weird eye. "What? Why should he be?" she demanded.

Tony was not given a chance to answer. "Who's terrified of Ziva?" Abby asked, standing before her computer, facing them.

"Palmer," Tony replied, glancing at Ziva. There was laughter in his eyes.

Abby chuckled.

"Why would he be scared of me?" Ziva inquired. "I have not done anything to him."

"It's because you could do something to him, Zee-vah."

Ziva pondered it for a moment. "I suppose I could," she said slowly, thoughtfully. "But I wouldn't."

"But he doesn't know that," Tony pointed out.

The sound of Abby laughing brought them back to reality. They looked at her quizzically.

"What's so funny, Abs?" Tony asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

"You," she said matter-of-factly. "You're so cute together."

Tony and Ziva turned to look each other with horrified eyes. They were cute together?

Abby just laughed at their expressions. "So?" she started. "What brings you down here on this lovely morning?"

"It is past noon, Abby."

She quickly glanced out the window. "Oops," she said. "I must've dozed off at some point. Couldn't get much sleep tonight. An old friend of mine came over, and she has a habit of staying up late. Like really late. Like… early, even. Played computer games all night with volumes high up in the sky."

She noticed the odd stares the agents were giving her. "I'm off-topic." She looked puzzled. "What do you need?" she then proceeded to ask, drawing herself back out of her thoughts.

"Gibbs didn't call you?"

Abby raised one eyebrow. "No. Why should he call me?"

"We are going undercover," Ziva informed her. Tony just gave a big grin.

Abby's eyes widened significantly at the news. Tony and Ziva spent the next five or so minutes explaining to Abby why and how they got the mission. When they finished Abby's eyes were even wider, if it was humanly possible.

"You can't play bait!" she exclaimed. "You could get killed!"

Ziva sighed. She had feared this might happen. "Abby, calm down. I am not going to get killed."

"But what if you are?"

"I am not."

Abby pursed her lips slightly. "It's too dangerous."

Tony decided to step in. "Abby, it's what we do. Our work is sometimes dangerous, you should know that."

"I know but…" Abby ran out of excuses to keep them securely in the office. "Fine," she pouted. "What do you want from me?"

Tony and Ziva looked at each other before answering. "We need new ID's."

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