This is Ziva's point of view of their first meeting. I realise it might be excessive, but I really wanted to write it.

As Ziva stood at the entrance of four cubicles in the NCIS squad room, she studied the handsome Italian man sitting at the desk to her right. He had light brown hair, beautiful green eyes and he was very tall. He was well built too. Attractive.

She couldn't help but wonder who he was talking to, as she listened to him saying that he used to picture someone naked. She would like to picture him naked.

When he noticed her, it was obvious that he was embarrassed as he quickly told whoever he was talking to that he would call them back and pressed a button on his desk phone. However, she could tell that he was having a fantasy rather than actually talking to someone when the phone made a beep before he slammed on it again.

"Hi…" He said. There was that word again. Why she thought about her tattoo this time she heard it, she didn't know. Usually she just ignored the two letters on her hip, but this time she noticed them. "I was just…"

No, she told herself. It couldn't be him. You are on a mission, Officer David. Do not let his looks influence your thinking and let yourself get distracted.

"Having phone sex?"

He looked a bit taken aback, as if what she just said to him surprised him. She thought about her tattoo again. Could he have? No. That would be ridiculous. Who would have a tattoo with those words? She didn't even think such words were allowed. Besides, he is obviously Catholic. He father would surely kill her.

Shifting her concentration back to the conversation she heard him making up the excuse of playing charades. She decided to indulge him by playing along with the charade – they were playing charades after all! – and made the "movie" motion.

Then he asks her name.

"Ziva David, Mossad," she answers.

"You're Israeli?" He sounded incredulous. She saw him looking at her Star of David necklace.

"Very good, the way you made that connection: Mossad, Israeli." She saw him watching her as she walked a little further to the other desk.

"What can I do for you Ms. David?" Rather what I want to do to you. Starting with getting your shirt on the floor. But she has to remain professional.

"Nothing, I'm here to see Special Agent Gibbs."

"How do you know I'm not Gibbs?" She laughs. She sees him looking at her while she does this. Even though he tries to hide it, it is obvious that he is attracted to her, so she decides to play along. She lets her backpack slowly slide down her body while she stands with her back to him. Then she sinks down into the chair at the desk next to his and smiles at him.

"Gibbs?" she asks with a raise of her eyebrows. She hopes he isn't.

"He'll be back in an hour. You sure I can't help you?" Oh, you can help me. With so many things.

She tuts, mostly at herself for having such thoughts. "I don't think so." She smiles again.

He sighs as they look at each other, silence hanging between them for a second. She sees him debating about something and then he evidently comes to a conclusion as he stands up and walks over to her.

"We got off to a bad start," he says. "I'm Special Agent Tony DiNozzo. I wasn't playing charades, I was remembering my partner."

"Naked?" Men.

"No. Yes. I..." She tilts her head and looks at him through her lashes. "I was just. Look, I'm not the only man who does it."

"Oh, women do it too," she pauses and she looks at him. First his feet, then to where his hands are clasped in his belt buckle. And finally, up to his face where he looks into her eyes again. "With handsome men," she continues. She can see that he is trying very hard to act normal. He grunts and turns back to his desk. She decides to tease him just a little bit more. "And even an occasional woman."

"Now you're teasing me."

She chuckles. She's enjoying this. "Didn't your partner tease you?"

"Not about sex, Kate was kind of puritanical."

She realises that she might have crossed the line with that one, and instantly regrets it. "Sorry."

"It didn't matter," he answered. "I wasn't interested in her; we were..." He drifts off as she removes her headband and loosens her hair. She was loving the effect she had on him. "Partners," he finished lamely.

"She wasn't attractive?"

"She was; not to me."

"Then why did you imagine her naked?" She wanted to know, yet she didn't.

He smiled and waved his finger at her. She smiled at him again.

"Ms. David, you can sit there and slouch provocatively for an hour, if you'd like. Or you can tell me what you need and maybe I can help."

She pouted, because she suddenly had very vivid images in her head of him helping her in so many different ways. She then stood up and walked over to his desk. "You can't help because I'm here to stop Special Agent Gibbs from killing a Mossad Officer."

"Ari Haswari?"

"Yes," she said, surprised. Her hair fell in her face and she saw him watching her as die moved it away. He beckoned her closer, and as she leaned over his desk, she was almost overwhelmed with the want to lean just a little bit further and kiss him. Time seemed to stand still for her.

Finally, he whispered, "I'd wish you luck, but I want the bastard dead too." And the moment was gone.

Pain coursed through her. Of course, she couldn't exactly blame him – he didn't know. But she was sure she saw him seeing it flash in her eyes.

No. He wouldn't have a tattoo with the words "Having phone sex?" somewhere on his body. The "Hi" he had said to her was just purely coincidental.

Just like all the other people she has ever met.