Author's Note: Hey guys thanks for all the reviews and such, I really appreciate it. I know there hasn't been a lot of discussion between Ziva and Tony. I'll get to that, I promise! Stick through it. :)

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Tony watched Gibbs walk to the elevator in his naturally fast paced gait, coffee cup in hand. It's now or never… Tony stood up and rushed to catch up.

"Hey, Boss?" Tony greeted Gibbs in the elevator nervously. Instinctively, Gibbs flipped the emergency switch. The overhead lights shut off and all that was left was a light glow. He looked expectantly to Tony, who was one never to be without something to say. But today, there was obviously something on his mind. Tony looked at Gibbs, his eyes inquisitive and expectant.

"Um, I've got a problem,"

"Yeah?" Gibbs shifted slightly to face his senior field agent who was anxiously wringing his hands. His usual cool, cocky demeanor was missing today, along with all of his movie references and one-liners. Gibbs knew from the moment Tony had walked in to the squadroom that day that something was up, and he had a gut feeling what it was.

"Well, see…" Tony stared at his expensive, designer shoes and nervously ran a hand through his light brown hair. He adjusted his ties and stuffed his hands in his pockets. His boss promptly slapped the back of his head. "Thanks Boss. Sorry boss." He took a small breath. "See, there's this girl…" Gibb's raised an eyebrow. He could see where this was going. "And I'm going insane. She drives me nuts but I'm pretty sure I love her. And, well, I just…"

"Ziva," Gibbs had an uncanny way of just knowing things. Tony stepped back, his eyes widened.

"Abby was right. You know everything, don't you?" He quickly received another slap in the head. "Sorry, Boss."

"It's just that, she's my partner. And you've got your rules,"

"So?"

"I don't know if she feels the same way. And I'd personally like to live to know her answer," Tony said, wincing at the prospect of another head slap, or something more forceful. But too his surprise, none followed.

"How long?"

"Since the day I met her," Tony looked Gibbs straight in the eye, suddenly gaining confidence.

"You know, " Gibbs said. "We risk our lives every day. Life is too short for regrets," Tony could tell that he was thinking of Jenny.

"You mean…"

"Go after her. Just don't mess this one up, Tony, or I will come after you."

"Yes, Boss." Gibbs slapped his head again. "Ow, what was that for?" He rubbed the back of his head. Gibbs switched the elevator on again and pressed the key to their floor.

"For waiting too long," he said, walking out, a silent smile on his face. For a minute, Tony stood in the elevator, in shock. He was suddenly reawakened when Palmer walked into the elevator.

"Hey, Tony,"

"Hi," Tony replied, still recovering from Gibb's shocking words.

"Uh, you look a little pale. Is something wrong?" Palmer asked as the doors began to close.

Tony pressed another button and the doors reopened. "Yes, Jimmy, something is," He walked out into the bullpen and hesitated to sit down at his desk. Ziva sat across from him, focusing on the piles of paperwork regarding the previous mission. He could hear thunder rolling outside, reminding him of the anger he so loudly expressed that day in the elevator with her. He had left in a rage, but she stayed inside, silent. She looked over to the window then to him. He just stood there, his hands in his pockets, staring right back.

"Is something wrong?" Ziva looked up at him with concern. Her dark brown eyes were gentle yet alert. Her full attention was on him. This was his chance. Tony's heart pounded. If he was in a movie, he'd go pull her towards him and kiss her then and there. But it wasn't right. He had to make this one count.

"Yes," He replied, and walked away.