I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like a week! I've been crazily practicing for Swim and Dive Champs for the past week, so I've spent most of my time asleep or at the pool. Anyways, here's the first half of Tony and Ziva's date. I decided this story might end up being longer, considering I have a million ideas of what should happen next. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If NCIS was mine, there would be about a million spoilers and pictures released already, and not just a few pictures of broken glass, necklaces, and things of the sort.

Ziva stared at Tony, an unwelcome blush spreading across her cheeks as she waited for him to say something more. When after two minutes her partner was still standing there staring at her, his mouth slightly agape, Ziva decided to take things into her own hands. She was about to say something, looking self-consciously at her stilettos while wondering if Tony wasn't saying anything because he was second-guessing himself, when he finally broke the silence.

"Ziva… You look… wow." He breathed, a smile lighting up his face. Ziva bit her lip, trying to hide her own smile as Tony continued to stare at her.

"So, um, should we go-?" Ziva began, her voice breaking Tony from his trance-like state. He grinned the classic DiNozzo Smile at her, ducking towards the couch and grabbing the TV remote, flipping it off.

"I see your a fan of Sean Connery as James Bond now." Tony said, walking over to the front door and leaning against it. "When did this happen?"

Ziva's eyes widened, realizing that she'd been caught and she had to find an excuse fast, before Tony realized she'd watched almost every movie he'd ever made a reference to. She told herself she only did this to become more immersed in American culture, but if Tony found out, he'd probably assume something much different.

"Ducky recommended it to me! He said an old friend of his's niece was an extra in the movie and actually got to meet Sean… Connery, was it?" She lied quickly. Well, not exactly lied. The part about Ducky's friend's niece was true, he'd mentioned it during one of his various stories a few years ago. The part about him recommending it to her, not so much.

"Really! Was she one of the Bond Girls?" Tony wondered, his previous suspicions forgotten, as they both exited the apartment, Ziva locking the door behind them. "Do you think Ducky would be able to introduce me?"

"I do not know. Maybe." Ziva replied, sighing. She'd hoped that for once, Tony wouldn't be thinking about the other women he had the potential to meet and possibly date, while she was with him. But, like always, her hopes were crushed with her partner practically salivating next to her at the prospect of being with a Bond Girl.

"You know, you two would probably end up being all buddy-buddy anyways, and I'd never get to spend more than a second with her." Tony said, shrugging, as they slowly walked up the the elevator, pushing the down button.

"Why would you think that?" Ziva questioned, the elevator doors sliding open before them.

"Come on, Zi. Think about it. You're practically the spitting image of a Bond Girl. You're smart, beautiful, can most likely kill someone by just looking at them…" Tony trailed off, seeming deep in thought.

Ziva looked at him with a puzzled expression, thinking that she'd give anything to find out what was running through his head at the moment. As the elevator doors slid open and Tony snapped out of his musings, grinning at Ziva and leading her to the front door of the apartment building, Ziva wondered if he was just lonely and wanted someone, anyone, to be with on his birthday, or if maybe, just maybe, he really wanted to be with her.

Twenty Minutes Later

"Okay, so what's the plan again?" Palmer asked nervously, watching through the small diner window as Tony opened the car door for Ziva, taking her hand and pulling her towards the restaurant while the valet parked the car.

"I stay here and set up a video tape. Then I go and act like a waiter and try to get some photos of them together. You have to go in the restaurant, sit at a table next to theirs and act like you're waiting for someone while in reality, you're recording their entire conversation. Got it?" Probie Mike replied, setting up his camera as Palmer bounced around in his seat with an antsy expression.

"But what if they catch me?" Palmer questioned, glancing across the street again at where he could make out Tony and Ziva sitting in a table by a giant window, laughing at something. "Shouldn't you be doing this? Aren't you, like, a trained investigator or something?"

"Yeah, so that's why I'm going to be going undercover. You just have to sit at a table and eavesdrop, it's not that complicated." Probie Mike answered, standing up and handing Palmer a single rose. "So just sit at the table, hold this, and act like you're waiting for Breena or something. Okay? Good, now go!" He said, shoving Palmer towards the exit of the diner.

Taking a deep breath, the Medical Assistant exited the restaurant, crossing the street and giving Tony and Ziva's smiling faces one last glance before entering the crowded restaurant. He straightened his glasses, walking up to the hostess with a forced smile. This is for Abby. If you do this, she'll be happy with you. If you don't… You'll be dead with no forensic evidence left over. He thought, as the woman stared him down, her eyes traveling from his Harry Potter-like glasses to the single red rose clutched in his hand.

"Do you have a reservation?" She asked in an overly sweet voice, a tinge of resentment behind her words.

"Um, yeah. Palmer, table for two?" The hostess nodded, typing something into the keyboard of her computer with manicured nails before giving him a forced grin. "Lenny will bring you to your table."

Palmer followed a tall, lanky twenty-some man through the restaurant, his heart rate picking up as he realized that he was being led across the room from where Tony and Ziva sat. "Um, excuse me? Can I have a window table?"

"I don't know, I think they're all taken up." Lenny replied in a monotone.

"Yeah, but I really need to have one. You see, I'm proposing to my girlfriend tonight and she has this thing about claustrophobia where she always has to be near a window… At the front of the building… Next to a happy couple, or else she starts hyperventilating and passes out and gets migraines and has to go to the hospital and has a stroke and…" He trailed off, seeing Lenny's slightly scared expression.

"Okay… I guess that would be okay." Lenny said, turning around and bringing Palmer to the table next to Tony and Ziva, who were luckily too busy having another one of their eye conversations to notice him sit down with his back to them.

"Great! Thank you!" Palmer called as Lenny quickly retreated. Turning back to his table, he quickly slipped a recording device out of his pocket, angling it so that the microphone was less than two feet away from Ziva. He then hooked a small bluetooth over his ear, turning it on and waiting to hear Probie Mike's voice.

"This is Waiter Mike to Lonely Gremlin. I repeat, this is Waiter Mike to Lonely Gremlin. Do you copy?" Mike's voice whispered, making Palmer jump a bit as he heard it clearly in his right ear.

"Lonely Gremlin copies. Where are you?" Palmer muttered, straining his ears so that he could hear Tony and Ziva's conversation.

"Coming towards the table. On the left. Don't turn around. Over and out." Probie Mike responded. Palmer turned so his ear was facing the table, pretending to watch the couples around him as he waited for Probie Mike to reach the table.

"Hi, I'm Mike Smithson and I'll be your waiter tonight." Probie Mike said, not looking up from his pad and pencil as he spoke. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Probie Mike?" Tony asked, sharing an incredulous glance with Ziva. "You work here?"

"Oh, um, hi Special Agent DiNozzo. Yeah, I just started a week ago. I have to work two jobs now, um, my sister's going to college so I have to help pay for it." Probie Mike fibbed, biting his lip, hoping Tony bought it.

"So you must work an extra job? Why does your sister not work instead?" Ziva wondered, glancing at Tony with a confused expression.

"My sister can't even work a toaster, I doubt she could work a job." He explained. "So, are you two on a date or something? Cause if you're not, Ziva, I'm always free..." He asked, giving Ziva a smile.

"Yes we are, why don't you just take our orders before Ziva snaps your arm off and kills you with it." Tony said, glaring at Mike, who forced his eyes downward.

"Sorry. So, what do you want to drink?" Probie Mike asked again, glancing at Palmer, who grinned with a triumphant expression. It looked like so far, the night was going well.

As Probie Mike took the pair's orders, Palmer pulled out his phone, sending a quick text, before shoving it back in his pocket. A moment later, Probie Mike turned around, making his way back to the kitchen when his pocket buzzed. He yanked out his cellphone, grinning when he read the message and quickly replying before disappearing through the double doors.

"What do you think that was about?" Palmer heard Ziva ask Tony, who was still glaring at where the Probie had disappeared to get their drinks.

"I think Probie Mike was attempting, obviously unsuccessfully, to ask you out." Tony replied, his voice dark.

"No, I know that. But do you really consider this to be a date?" Ziva wondered. Tony looked up, locking eyes with his partner.

"Don't you?" He retorted, still staring into her eyes. Palmer did a mini-happy-dance, grinning at the thought of their plan being successful. The two remained like that, having another silent conversation, until Mike returned with their drinks, trying to hide his own grin.

"I have to leave for a bit, but a waitress named Cynthia will be taking my place." Probie Mike said, going along with Palmer's newest plan. A moment later, he retreated only to be replaced by a smiling, blonde woman, who was currently ogling Tony.

"Hi! My name is Cynthia Baker and I will be your new waitress. If you have any questions about the food or anything else, I'd be happy to give you an answer… Or my number." She said not-so-subtly, fluffing her shoulder-length hair and reapplying her lipstick before taking out a pad and pencil. "So, what can I get you?" She asked, staring at Tony.

"I'll have the lasagna, thanks." Tony said, automatically turning on the charm. Ziva rolled her eyes, giving the waitress a belligerent stare.

"And you?" She tossed in Ziva's direction, still eyeing Tony.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure. This is my first time back to America since I have been on that Assassination Mission in the Middle East, where I only ate raw meat I had to shoot in order to catch. So I am not sure whether or not I'd like the spaghetti or the steak." She said, absentmindedly flipping her switch knife open and closed.

The waitresses eyes widened and she quickly tore them away from Tony to stare at Ziva with an almost terrified expression. "I recommend the spaghetti. It's delicious and you don't need to use knives or anything to cut it…"

"I'm not sure, though, after all, knives would not be my biggest problem." She said nonchalantly, giving the waitress the death stare, all the while twirling her knife around menacingly.

Palmer tried to suppress a laugh as the waitress quickly scribbled down spaghetti before practically tripping over herself to escape from the jealous Ninja-Assassin staring her down.

So, what did you think? I'll update by Saturday, I promise! Review please!