The fighting began long before the elevator between Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo and Mossad Officer Ziva David. Everyone who witnessed the pair stayed away from the explosive duo. The elevator did not stop their heated argument.

"How can you think threatening people can really get results?" Tony asked as he pushed the floor button.

"Intimidation is the key to cooperation," she told him.

"You sound like the Foot," he muttered.

"I will show you my foot if you do not back away."

He made a show of looking around. "I'm not getting any further away."

She actually growled and was about to respond when the elevator stopped with a jolt and the emergency lights came on. "What did you do?" she asked him.

"Nothing." He pressed the emergency call button.

"It did not do anything," she told him.

"Give it time."

She moved closer and hit it with all of her might. The button cracked and stuck in.

"Great, you broke it."

Ziva glared. "The last time I was alone in the elevator with some toothy man he ended up dead."

"Mouthy," he automatically corrected. "Too bad you broke the button. We could have called for help."

She leaned over to look at the offensive thing. "Perhaps it calls non-stop. They will at least know who is here because of the annoyance."

"That or because of the over violence. Do they teach you how to run with a short fuse?"

"Perhaps not but they still teach how to kill with a pinky."

He glared at her, loosing his tie. "I knew you killed that boy."

"If he had kept his mouth shut it would not have happened. Besides, I can not count how many people you do not save with your hesitation and slow laws."

"Go back if you hate America. Unless you're planning something to use this position."

Her white face told him he pushed too far. "How dare you. I may not like the lax laws and the humane treatment of prisoners but I am in this position to better Mossad, NCIS, and myself. Do not ever dare question my loyalty again."

Tony couldn't help it. "Rivkin."

"A way to keep an eye on him," she argued.

"Close eye. Was it necessary to sleep with him?"

She looked at him closely. "You have not proof of that. Are you jealous, Tony?"

He nervously shifted back into the corner. "No. Why would I be?"

She followed him, placing a hand on the wall, close to his face. "I am the one you can not have, no?"

"No," he agreed. "If I wanted I could have."

She shifted closer. "Are you so sure, Tony?"

He swallowed. "Yes, Ziva." The elevator suddenly turned on. "Now, could you give me some room."

She backed up with a smirk on her face.

He couldn't let it go. "Violence means you are compensating for something."

She glared and argued back as the doors opened.