A/N: Okay. First of all, thanks to my reviewers and readers. Second, I'm going to break rule six and apologize. I know, the chapters have been short and not much has happened so far. I'm just worried that I'm going to start making everything completely out of character. And this isn't going to make much sense with what happens in the rest of the series, but if I made it go along with that I would have to have started all over and… yeah. I'm rambling, aren't I? I'll stop. S, anyway, I'll try and make this one longer and better. But a big thanks to everyone!
Disclaimer: Still do not own NCIS. It belongs to the Keebler Elves. Or, it will soon. I heard them talking about some grand master plan involving deadly quantities of fudge…
Tony couldn't believe his eyes. Was he drunk? Dreaming? What in the world was Ziva David doing at his apartment at one in the morning?
Ziva saw the confused look on Tony's face and immediately regretted ever coming. She didn't say anything; just ran.
"ZIVA!" Tony shouted after her. He ran as fast as humanly possible, and miraculously caught up with his ninja co-worker. "Ziva, what are you doing here?" He asked, grabbing her arm and leading her back to his apartment.
"I am sorry, Tony. I could not sleep and I started driving and… somehow, I ended up here," Ziva managed to get out. She kept stumbling over her words. "I was thinking about what happened earlier, and I guess you were just on my mind, and so when I started driving I guess I meant to come here, but I didn't know it, I was just driving, but I…" Ziva lost what she was going to say as Tony's eyes met hers.
"You were thinking… about what happened earlier?" He clarified. "In the elevator, you mean?" When Ziva nodded, he continued. "What I was trying to say was that if you guys met Jeanne, the op would be blown. That was all. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you with the whole whining about love crap," Tony explained, hoping- no, praying- that his partner wouldn't think less of him.
"Tony. I was thinking about it because..." Ziva began , biting her tongue before she could finish her sentence. Half of her wanted to tell Tony everything. The other half thought she was an idiot. Come on, Ziva. Tell him! No, wait, don't. You'll ruin everything. But what if he feels the same? But he won't, Ziva argued with herself. She did not have a chance to reach a decision. Tony cut her off first.
"Ziva, I as of late, I had to make the hardest decision of my life. But I know the answer now. I have to be with Jeanne, per Director's orders. But I know now that I do not really love her. I care for her. But I am not in love with her." Tony whispered, staring straight into Ziva's perfect eyes.
"Well, if not her, then who?" Ziva queried. "You still are in love, no? I can see it in your eyes. Who, Tony?" Ziva shut her mouth after that, willing herself not to say anymore. She wanted to ask what this woman had that Ziva didn't. She wanted to tell him he was an idiot for not seeing what was right in front of him. But she would do no such thing, because he was Tony, and she was Ziva. They would not and could not ever be anything more than friends.
"Well now, Ziva, I can't tell you that. I would have to break a rule," Tony whispered, not believing that he would imply that he was in love with his very own Ziva. Ziva sat in stunned silence. She didn't think he meant what he said. And if he did, then Ziva must have heard wrong. But she still asked which rule, and tried to keep her heart from palpitating when he responded 12. Calm, Ziva. He doesn't mean you. He probably means… some other agent. Lee, perhaps? I will have to kill her. Such a shame. I actually liked her.
Tony stared into Ziva's eyes and Ziva stared back, until Tony abruptly sat up and demanded to know, "Why are you so curious, anyway? You have never cared before who I dated. What has changed?"
Ziva responded in barely a whisper, "You have," and then she didn't even care about rule 12 or about Jeanne or anything anymore, and she leaned across the sofa and kissed Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo—no, not Tony DiNardo, but her Tony DiNozzo- right on the lips. Dammit, she thought. He's going to know any way. Before this all goes to hell, I want my one kiss.
Ziva braced herself, knowing that any second now, Tony was going to pull back and tell her she was crazy, as if a man like Tony would ever love a woman like Ziva. But he did not pull back. In fact, he wrapped his arms around Ziva's torso and deepened the kiss, because
He was Tony and she was Ziva. They would and could finally be more than friends.
A/N: I know, I said this one would be longer. I saw a perfect stopping point and I had to take it. Should I continue this? Or is this the end? There isn't much more to do except show them dating and maybe have the rule 12 discussion with The Gibbs. Leave a review, por favor? Telling me whether I should continue or end it here.