A/N: Sorry for the long wait- I've had school and writer's block. Enjoy the next chapter; more to come!


Ziva's POV


Hearing Michael rant about this mobster was somewhat annoying, but when he did, his accent thickened, and I enjoyed it. Not to mention his confusion!

"Oh yeah? What do you know about mobsters?" I heard Michael yell at Tony.

"Pretty much the same as your sister," Tony replied, grinning at Rose.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Rose jumped in, her eyebrows bunched together and her blue eyes narrow.

"Like you, I was part of an undercover op that brought down a mob family," Tony replied coolly, his grin still stuck to his face.

"Well, I guess that means that I can trust you. No games though; you don't wanna piss me off!"

"Alright, that's enough!" Michael interrupted, clearly frustrated with Rose and Tony's...bantering? I'm sure that's the right word...

"What's the matter, probie?" Tony taunted, clearly mocking Michael.

"Hey, enough!" Rose snarled, her pulse jumping in her throat. "Let's stop the bullshit and try to get some work done!"

I giggled at their fighting- Michael was clearly angry, and he wasn't very...oh, is it keen? on working with Tony. Not that he had any choice in the matter.


Reviews are welcome and encouraged; I am also open to suggestions! :)