Wow! What a response! Thanks to everyone that reviewed the previous chapter! Sorry I haven't updated sooner, I just went back to school after the holidays and things are already getting hectic! I assure you that if I fail to get a chapter up during the week, there will defiantly be one up on the weekend!
Everyone seemed to enjoy the little Tiva moment I gave you in the last chapter...

Disclaimer: I feel like I am repeating myself, I think we know by now that I am not the owner of NCIS and probably never will be...

It had been over a week, and nothing but bantering and slight pranks had occurred between Tony and Ziva. Even McGee and Abby had been treading lightly, especially around Gibbs.
Because unknown to their fearless leader (at the current point in time) McGee and Abby had become somewhat inseparable since their little moment in the lab.
Abby was sure that Gibbs wouldn't have too much of a problem with them possibly (defiantly in Tony's opinion) dating.

Tony glared at McGee from across the room, casually flicking a familiar spoon under his desk. It was irritating beyond belief that McGee had more of a chance with Gibbs accepting his relationship with Abby than he with Ziva. Hell, she hasn't spoken to me about it at all... he thought watching as McGee spaced out while looking at the computer, a bemused look appearing on his face.

'What's with the look McLoverboy?' he grumbled at the junior agent who's head swiftly turned to face his own.

'I don't know Tony, what's wrong with you? Still feeling a little...blue?' he said pointedly looking at the hand that had been Smurf-a-fied with a smirk.

Tony coiled his hand back under his desk 'Very funny Probie.' He sneered before glaring back at his incomplete case report that was supposedly finished an hour ago.

After 10 minutes of playing Tetris (and receiving yet another thumb cramp in the process) he was shocked to see the lid of his phone snap shut before his eyes.
Tony let out a moan of disappointment before glaring at Ziva who had re-entered the Bullpen after checking in with Abby.

Ziva threw him an evil little grin before dropping a file onto his already clustered desk 'Evidence report from Abby.' She said before leaning on the side of his desk.

Tony frowned at her 'You stopped me from getting a global high score for a report?' he said in slight disbelief.

Tony cringed as a well aimed Gibbs-slap connected with his head 'Good thing she did DiNozzo. Could've been worse' he growled. Tony's eyes widened, deciding revenge would be best served cold. Without Gibbs breathing down his neck.

McGee quickly told Gibbs about what he had found on their suspect, providing coordinates and phone records.

Gibbs nodded and praised McGee briefly before looking at Tony and Ziva pointedly.

Tony nodded 'Aaaaand we are going to get him Boss...' he exclaimed before pulling Ziva to the elevator hoping he wouldn't get a running head slap from Gibbs as he went.

Ping!

The pair stepped into the elevator, the silence was almost unbearable for Tony. He jabbed the emergency stop button muttering 'Campfire' before turning to face his silent accomplice who was backed up in a corner of the elevator.

Tony suddenly felt uncomfortable, Ziva didn't speak, she just glanced at him in an attempt to read him.

'Heh. You won't believe the dream I had last night, Gibbs had this massive fly swat and he was slapping us all across the heads with it...' Tony started in a futile attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

'What are we doing Tony?' she asked bluntly. To the point – that was his Ziva alright.

Tony scratched the back of his neck 'I could ask you the same question' he replied, leaning against the elevator wall.

Ziva pursed her lips slightly in thought before letting out a small sigh. She gently placed her hand over Tony's, jumping slightly as he flipped his over to entwine with hers.

'Do you regret it?' he asked softly.

Ziva shook her head 'No. If I remember correctly it was I who agreed to the terms in the first place' she reminded him.

Tony grinned 'So...'

Ziva weighed the options for a few moments before coming to a decision 'It will not be easy' she commented.

Tony snorted 'Yeah, but what in our lives has ever been easy?' he remarked making Ziva smile.

'Rule 12' she said.

Tony rolled his eyes 'I'm sick of playing by the rules' he muttered before capturing her lips in a short kiss.

Ziva quickly gained control of herself and clutched the rail to keep herself from launching right at her partner.

Tony smirked at her reaction and watched as she cleared her throat 'We should get out of this elevator before Gibbs finds out' she said stumbling slightly.

Tony chuckled and restarted the elevator.

*

McGee entered Abby's lab, happy to see she was waiting for him. He tapped her shoulder and was surprised that is gained no response 'Abby?' he questioned, he watched as Abby continued to stare at her main monitor with a look of disbelief.

'Timmy. It worked. HA!' she exclaimed making McGee jump back slightly as she launched into his arms.

McGee waited until some of the air had returned to his lungs before gasping 'What...worked...Abby?'

Abby pulled back and mumbled an apology, pressing her lips to his. McGee barely had time to react before she pulled back and pointed at her screen.

McGee squinted at the video feed, raising his eyebrows as he realised the two occupants. McGee glanced down at his watch and back again several times before spluttering,

'They left 45 minutes ago! Abby...they didn't' he said pulling a face.

Abby rolled her eyes before smirking 'No Timmy, not even close. But it was hot. And PROOF that my plan worked! Forcing them to kiss has opened a Pandora's box of opportunity!' she said excitedly sipping her Caf-Pow!

McGee ran a hand over his face 'Gibbs is going to be pissed' he muttered.

Abby turned and pouted at him 'Don't spoil my mood! What Gibbs doesn't know won't hurt him!' she said firmly.

'What don't I know Abs?'

Abby and McGee turned to face a steely eyed Gibbs. Abby quickly moved to her computer, pressing a combination of keys to close the video feed.

'Nothing Gibbs! McGee was worried that you would be worried about how many Caf-Pow's I have had today! I told him you didn't have to know about it' she blabbered, Gibbs came over and pulled the current one from her hands gently much to her protest 'And how many is that Abs?' he asked.

Abby shrugged '3...and that one that you just stole makes 3 and a half' she calculated, quickly doing a head count of the empty cups in her bin.

Gibbs nodded and promptly threw the half full one into the bin alongside the others 'McGee. you heard from David or DiNozzo yet?' he asked.

McGee gulped a little 'Yeah Boss, Ziva called. She said they were stuck in the traffic – its' peak hour after all' he lied.

Gibbs glared at him slightly before nodding 'McGee, with me.' He ordered after kissing Abby on the cheek.

McGee threw the scientist an apologetic look before walking out with Gibbs.

Abby turned and started to twist her hands with a smile 'Now all I have to do is plan the wedding and put a bigger bet in the NCIS betting pool...' she said proudly.

*

Later that night, Ziva collapsed on her couch. Her mind set on the glass of red wine and a good book, but as she started to read, Ziva found that the words began to blur together. Pointless she thought, throwing the book across the couch.

Ziva thought over all of the things Tony had said (and done) in the elevator that morning, he said that he wanted a relationship with me...she thought mesmerised.

Ziva was not surprised to see her partner appear at her door. Tony stepped in with a pizza box and with what Ziva assumed was a good movie from Tony's collection.

They ate silently, watching the 007 movie Tony had provided. Ziva found herself gravitating toward Tony as the movie progressed, he didn't mind of course, wrapping an arm casually around her shoulders Ziva found herself slowly disconnecting from the movie, an idea popping into her head.

Ziva watched and waited for the perfect moment, she leaned forward and picked up her glass casually taking a sip to see if she could gage a reaction. But just as she suspected, Tony remained engrossed.

Ziva quickly moved her arm up and around his neck before dropping her icy cold present down his shirt.

'ARGGH!' Tony yelped, withering as the ice cube slowly descended lower and lower down his warm back. Ziva burst out laughing as her partner removed the now smaller sized weapon of choice and lobbed it at her face, the cool liquid splashing against her cheek.

Tony moved back onto the couch cautiously, looking for other traps. Ziva rolled her eyes and pulled him back down.

Tony then mock glared at her 'Now that was just cruel Sweetcheeks' he stated. Ziva smiled coyly before leaning in and kissing his slightly pouting lip, after a slightly more heated kiss which nearly resulted in her passing out, Ziva pulled back and leaned her forehead against his.

'Tony'

'Mmmm?'

Ziva smirked and slapped his cheek lightly, she then leaned forward 'I am winning...' she said mockingly into his ear, her breath tickling his ear.

Tony's eyes narrowed.

It was still on. Kissing privileges or not.

Alright! That's it!
I hope you like this slightly fluffy instalment, there will be more fun and games to come, I just felt like I needed to fluff up this section... Please review!

I will most likely have a new chapter up on Saturday!