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Tony groaned and paced around the balcony, glancing in on Ziva every once in a while.

He couldn't honestly believe he was doing this.

It took him a total number of four times to finally let the phone ring. And then he heard probie's voice. And it was only then that he realized it was a bad idea, but it was too late, he had already picked up, the dial tone ended; no backing out now.

"Hello?" He lazily answered.

"Listen, McGoo, and listen up good-" Tony started, but he was interrupted by McGee.

"Tony. Do you know what time it is?"

He glanced down at his watch. After midnight. He didn't care. He ran a hand through his hair, "Listen, I don't give a damn!" He leaned up against the balcony again and stared down. He took a deep breath, wincing, before he spoke, "I may need...your.....help....McGee..."

"Is there a dead body?"

"There will be if you don't SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" He shouted. He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked down. He couldn't believe he was doing this, "Look...it's about..." He took another deep breath and looked into the room again, "Ziva..." He sighed, "I...I just...I can't do anything without feeling the urge to..."

"What? Tony, Ziva is your partner." He sighed deeply into the phone.

"Ugh..." He groaned, "I...I just...I can't even sleep in the same bed as her, McGee." He sighed as he continued to pace.

"You're sleeping in the same bed?"

Tony stopped pacing, "What? Abby didn't tell you? Yeah, yeah, we're sleeping in the same bed...McGee! Teach me some classic geek moves and tell me how to sleep next to her without feeling the urge to jump her! Please! Curse me with your Elf Lord skills, I don't care! Do something!" Tony pleaded.

McGee sighed. "Look, Tony. This is ridiculous. The only advice I have for you is...it's 2 o'clock in the morning. You are on presidential detail. Get. Your. Head. On. Straight."

"But McGee!" He whined, "No! You're not going to hang up on me, damn it!" He started to get louder, "This stupid detail assignment thingy has been for what? Not even twenty-four hours and I'm already losing my mind! All I need to do is not jump her! You're the only one I know who could possibly sleep next to a woman....a sexy as hell woman at that...and not want to jump her! So I need your advice, McGee!" Little did Tony know that, during his ranting and pacing, his voice was getting louder and louder, causing Ziva to stir in her sleep. She blinked her eyes open and sat up, Tony's yelling unnerving. She looked down...when did she get in bed? The last thing she remembered was watching James Bond...

"Tony?" She asked, groggily as she blinked a couple of times. He was pacing outside on the balcony.

"Damn it, McGee! Help me out! I'm begging you! I shouldn't be feeling this way about my PARTNER!" Ziva blinked. Once. Twice. And then she quickly laid back down in bed. Her heart was beating uncontrollably. Tony did not feel that way about her. There was no way. No way in the world. She must be dreaming...she must be hearing what she wanted to hear. Yes, that was it. She must be hearing things now. She closed her eyes tightly.

"Tony. Obviously this can't be solved in one night. I'll say this. You need to tell Ziva."

"Are you insane, McGroggy?"

"Well it IS two in the morning, DiNozzo. Why don't you think this: What if Gibbs was sleeping on the couch in your room? What would he do if you jumped Ziva? Or worse. What would Ziva do if you jumped Ziva?" McGee chuckled. He had a visual picture. Tony sighed.

"Go back to sleep." Tony muttered angrily, even a little bit of sadness in his voice as he hung up the phone. McGee was right. He needed to get over it.

He looked back into the room where she was sleeping peacefully. She would never feel the same way.

Right?

Tony sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He needed sleep. Maybe sleep would make him stop thinking about Ziva. He scoffed at himself. Yeah. Right. He got into the bed and under the covers. He closed his eyes and imagined Ziva not there.

When that didn't work, he turned on his back and began to count the little dots on the ceiling.

Ziva lay there, listening to her own heart beat. Why did he do this to her? Being a trained assassin, this was not supposed to happen to her. She was not to fall in love. Ever. Especially not with her partner. Not being able to take it anymore, she turned over and spoke.

"Tony I wanted..." She stopped. He was asleep. She let out a deep sigh and returned to her original sleeping position.

Ziva woke at her regular time, 0500. She started to get up when she stopped. She looked down.

Tony's arm.

It was around her.

And she was next to him.

No, correction, she wasn't just next to him, she was shoved up against him, her back against his chest, his face on the side of hers. Ohmygod...she thought. Her entire body become suddenly aroused. She wanted him so badly. She groaned and he tightened his arm around her. Deciding that she didn't really want to move, and that she didn't feel that she wanted to disturb Tony, she fell slowly back asleep.

Around 0630h, Tony woke up and noticed that...well...Ziva was being held tightly in his arms. He smiled and pulled her closer. He buried his face into her hair and inhaled her scent. He slowly started to nuzzle down her hair to her neck. He froze, his lips just centimeters from skin. "OH god!" he suddenly shouted, and then he quickly let go of her and jumped up. A hot shower's all I need...he thought...or a cold one. He groaned as he closed the door to the bathroom, starting the shower.

Ziva David awoke again at around 0645h. She sat up, blinking her eyes open as she looked around, "Tony?" She questioned and then realized that he probably went out to get something to eat. In need of a refresher, and realizing that she had to find Tony and fast, for they had to be there at 0700h, she jumped out of bed and threw open the bathroom door before she froze.

Her eyes grew wide as they met Tony's, who was stepping out of the shower, dripping wet, and completely naked. Do not look down. She commanded of herself, Do. Not. Look. Down. She shouted at herself. They stood there, both mesmerized, frozen, in the same spot.

And then, suddenly, they spoke at the same time, "I was just-" They both said, pointing backwards. They then sighed, "Morning." They mumbled at each other.

"We need to leave in fifteen." Ziva muttered before exiting the bathroom. She let out a deep breath that she had been keeping in.

She was definitely awake.

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Tony groaned and looked down at his watch, "Come on Ziva!" He shouted as he paced in front of the bathroom, keys to his Mustang in hand, "We've gotta move!" He yelled. He glanced down at his watch again. Yeah, that was right, they were about ten minutes late. Tony heard her groan as well as the bathroom door open, and he stopped pacing and turned to look at her.

He wished he hadn't.

Her hair was straight, like yesterday, but today she was wearing cargo pants. They weren't his favorite, but he did love the almost floral designed Henley-Cut top. It had an increasingly low v-neck, and he recognized it as the shirt that she wore right before Jen's funeral, and when they were on the plane back from LA.

Ziva smirked slightly. Did she ever tell Tony to stick with his casual look? Well he should. The navy blue thermal he was wearing was doing wonders for him, as well as his jeans which hung loosely on him, and the 'just showered' hair was sexy as well. But then again, whenever wasn't the man sexy?

"Ready?" He asked, and she nodded as they walked into the kitchen. They grabbed their badges off of the table, their temporary ID's, their issued cell phones, both of their SIGs, and then started out of the hotel room after Tony snatched his wallet as well.

The car ride to the White House was significantly quiet, with an awkward silence lingering in the air between them. After getting through miles and miles of security, which was getting to a point so bad that Ziva truly thought that Tony was going to blow up, they finally were able to get out of their car and start flashing their IDs as they entered the White House. There, they got an escort to the Oval Office. Tony recognized the same man as the man that Ziva had flirted with yesterday. However, the difference today was that she didn't even glance in his direction.

This time, the duo was sent to the Oval Office itself, not just to communications center, where the President was yesterday. Once inside, the escort closed the door after bidding good morning to the President. The duo stepped towards him, standing in front of his desk. Ziva's hands were behind her, and she was in a casual military stance.

"How are you this morning?" Mark asked them. He shook both of their hands and they each gave a polite smile.

"Fine, Mr. President, and yourself?" Tony asked. Ziva looked at him. He was acting more...normal.

"Very well, thank you." He then briefed them on the security details for the next days speech. They got the ear wigs they were to wear starting at 0600 the next morning as well as their new badges. "And for the ball..." Ziva snapped her head up.

"The ball?" She interrupted. Tony looked at her. "What ball, sir?"

"Yeah, what ball?" He asked.

"You don't know about the ball?" The President chuckled. "I do apologize, I thought that Jethro would tell you for sure. But we're having a formal ball, tomorrow night. And you two are to come. But not as security detail. As guests." Tony and Ziva looked at each other again. He finished briefing the two agents on both events, and they left the building. Tony walked out and added this: sunglasses.

"So what do you think about the ball, Zee-vah?" He asked. "You hungry? I'm hungry. Lets eat."

"Tony you are always hungry." Ziva replied. She sat down in the car.

"I guess I'll have to rent a tux." He said. Ziva only looked at him. She knew she would need help shopping for a ball room dress. Only one name came to mind.

Forensic Extraordinaire Abigail Sciuto.

"I will have to buy a dress." She said, looking down at her hands as Tony started the car and backed up before driving down the road.

"Yeah?" Tony asked as he turned the car to the right, "Well I'm hungry." She groaned and turned on him.

"Is that all you can think about? Your stupid stomach?!" She gestured to his lower abdomen.

He laughed, "No..."

"Well could you please pull over and drop me off."

"Where?"

"Here." She demanded.

"What?" He questioned, confused, "Aw come on, Zi..."

"Stop the car!" She suddenly shouted and, on instinct, he slammed on the brakes.

"Damn it, Ziva!" He shouted, but right as he was about to drive again, he realized that Ziva was already getting out of the car. She closed the door behind her.

"Thank you." She nodded and then started to walk away.

"ZIVA!" Tony shouted, leaning towards the passenger side window. She stopped, huffed, and turned around, "Hold on! You need this!" He said, and then reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He grabbed the American Express card inside and then handed her it out of the window. She sighed and took it, "Dress is on me." He grinned, "Pick out a good one."

Even though Tony had made her rather frustrated, she couldn't help but flash him a small grin. Finally listening to the honking cars behind him, he took off and left Ziva on the sidewalk. She walked barely a couple of feet before her cell phone rang. She didn't even glance down at the Caller ID as she already knew who it was.

"What do you want, Tony?" She demanded as she slipped the credit card into her pocket.

"I just wanted to make sure that's okay...you know...to just leave you there..." He stuttered, forming his words.

"Tony." She sighed, closing her eyes briefly, "I told you to let me out here." She said, "It is perfectly fine."

"Uh...okay...well...yeah...umm...just come back soon, all right?"

She rolled her eyes as she started down the sidewalk, past boutiques after boutiques as well as a few cafes, "Tony, I am not a little kid." She said, "I can take care of myself."

"Yeah..." He muttered, "Sorry." And then he hung up. Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together and then stared at the phone as she brought it away from her ear. She shook her head and started down in sidewalk in shock. Maybe she didn't imagine what she heard last night...

Pulling out her cell phone again, she hesitated over Speed Dial 2: Tony DiNozzo. Why did she want to talk to him so badly? She didn't have anything to say...she sighed. She wanted to call him because she wanted to hear his voice. She internally hit herself as she pressed Speed Dial 6: Abby Sciuto.

"Forensic Extraordinaire...wait...ZIVA!" She shouted, "Tell me all about last night! Tell me tell me! McGee said that Tony called him at 2 IN THE MORNING!" Ziva took in a deep breath. I did not imagine what I heard then...

"I need your help, Abby." She said, "To pick out a dress. For a ball..."

She squealed...loudly, "ZIVA!" She shouted, "YAYY! Let's go! I'll meet you...wait. Where should I meet you?"

"Corner of 2nd Avenue." She said, and she could hear Abby nod furiously.

"I'll be there really quickly. Like super quickly. Like Road Runner!" And then she hung up. Ziva sighed. How come she had a feeling this was going to be a really bad idea?

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Ziva as she watched Abby jump out of her car and nearly tackle her in a big hug, "ZIVA!" She shouted as she pulled back, "We need to talk." She demanded as she pulled her around the corner, "I know a great store. So while we walk...tell me...what was it like sleeping with..." She moved up next to her, shoving her lightly in the shoulder with her shoulder "Tonyyy..." She cooed and Ziva rolled her eyes.

"We did not sleep together, if that is what you meant. No," She thought for a moment, "That is wrong. We did sleep together." She squealed and Ziva narrowed her eyes at her, "But not in the way that you think."

She sighed and let her shoulders slump, "But I know that, according to Timmy, Tony called him last night. At like 2 in the morning, complaining about you. And that's all I got out of the little McGee." She sighed, "You tell me! What did you do?"

"Nothing." She said, "You will have to ask Tony. He did, however, walk in on me taking a shower last night." She said, and then realized that was the wrong thing to say, for Abby was gasping and grabbing onto her arm.

"You were...naked?!" She screamed, and Ziva felt the blood rush to her cheeks as people walked by, staring strangely at the two.

"Will you not say that so loud?" She hissed under her breath, ripping her arm from Abby's grip, "Let us go and find a dress, yes?" She questioned, "I did not call you down here to interrogate me." She said, "I called you down here to help me pick out a dress. And that is what we are going to do. Do not ask me any questions about Tony. We are partners. Nothing more. Understand?" She demanded, looking her straight in her eyes.

Abby sighed and nodded, "Fine. But that doesn't resist me from interrogating Tony!" She sang as Ziva groaned and threw open the door to a dress shop. Abby followed.

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If Ziva saw another black dress she was going to pull out her gun and shoot Abby.

Not that she was going to do it, but she would definitely threaten.

"Ziva!" Abby called as they walked around their sixth dress shop. To Ziva, they all looked the same. They were starting to blur together, and she couldn't tell which designer was which anymore, "How about..." She started to pull out a black dress and Ziva shot daggers at the Forensic Scientist. She saw the look and shoved it back into the rack.

And then Ziva did what she had been doing; she sat down and waited till Abby brought over a pile of dresses for her to try on. Ten minutes later, what she was waiting for to happen happened, but this time in a large array of colors. Abby seemed to have been balancing the rainbow in her hands as she walked over and dropped them in Ziva's lap. She groaned in the weight of them, "Try these on!" She grinned, and Ziva stood up, struggling a little with the weight, before settling them in her hands. She started towards the dressing room and then walked in, closing the door behind her.

The first dress Ziva tried on was a light blue that was strapless and made of a shiny material.

Abby's reaction: Thumbs Down and: "You look like one of those Olympic bobsledders!"

The second dress Ziva tried on was a forest green dress with spaghetti straps and a large bottom that flowed out in every direction, the ruffles overlapping.

Abby's reaction: A big tongue out and: "You look like a female version of the Hulk after a cupcake fight gone bad!"

The third dress Ziva tried on was a red, almost Victorian style dress that had large, puffy sleeves and, like the green one, a bottom that was very large.

Abby's reaction: A laugh and then two thumbs down and: "We don't live in the 20's!"

The fourth dress Ziva tried on was simple black with a v-neck. It was shiny like the first dress, and the back was corset style.

Abby's reaction: All of the above reactions and: "Uhh...no."

The fifth dress Ziva tried on earned Abby's approval, two thumbs way up, a dropped jaw and: "Ziva, I'm drooling. Just think about what Tony is going to do!"

Sold.