A/N: This is purely a short, flirty/fluffy little McGiva chapter, because I think they're cute :) Babies next chapter! And I use music a lot in this chapter to connect them-it's what connects my boyfriend and I, and it's a major part of our relationship. I know Tony is the one that plays piano on the show, but I used Tim for this one. Music is a thread that connects all of us-I used it here :)

Disclaimer: I own only the characters you don't recognize.


Timothy McGee was nervous.

He'd cleaned his apartment, gone grocery shopping, and had even tuned his piano. His bedroom floor was free from clothes, his bed was made, and he'd even cleaned his bathroom. He'd dusted, organized the papers on his desk, and even turned his computers off.

He was fidgety.

Ziva David stood outside of Tim's apartment, wringing her hands before she knocked on the door.

She was not the kind of girl that got nervous before a date. And yet she was just that. Maybe it was because she had never felt this way about a man before.

Either way, she needed to knock on the door if she wanted to get anywhere. So, taking a deep breath, she raised one hand and rapped on the door.

There were a few moments of silence before the door opened, and a slightly-flustered looking Tim opened the door, grinning when he saw her.

"Hey, Ziva, you're here!"

"Yes, I am," she replied with a laugh, stepping into the apartment after he opened the door for her, stopping to kiss his cheek lightly after he took her coat.

"Do you want something to drink?" Tim asked, leading her into the kitchen area, pointing her toward one of the stools next to the kitchen island, where she took a seat. She selected an iced tea, smiling when he placed the glass in front of her before taking in the sight before her.

"It smells wonderful Tim," she said, looking at the various pots and pans on the stove.

"Its stir fry," he said, then looked panicked. "You like stir fry, right?"

"Yes, I like stir fry," she assured him, letting out a quiet laugh as she watched him check on a mixture of chicken, green and red peppers, onions, and a delicious smelling sauce. "Have you always known how to cook Tim?"

"Since I was about fifteen I have," he answered, shrugging slightly as he checked on boiling water that contained a bag of rice. "I had to take care of Sarah a lot, and we got sick of boxed macaroni and cheese and frozen pizza."

"I am impressed, Tim," Ziva said, nodding. "How old is Sarah now?"

"She just turned twenty one a month ago," Tim said, a proud smile crossing his face. "She's really growing up. Barely reminds me at all of the bratty teenager she once was."

"It is rewarding, seeing your siblings grow up, no?" Ziva asked, a slightly sad expression crossing her face. Tim noticed, and frowned.

"You have siblings, Ziva?"

"I had a few, but most of them have died or were killed," she said softly, regret filling her voice.

"Wanna talk about it?" Tim asked, tilting his head slightly to look at her. She looked up, a little surprised.

"Do you really want to hear?"

"Course I do," Tim replied, his face sincere. "You wanna tell me, I'll listen."

"Well, I had a younger sister, named Tali," Ziva said, a sad smile filling her face. "She was killed in a bomb blast when she was sixteen. She was my best friend."

"I'm sorry you had to lose her," Tim said, sliding his hand over Ziva's and squeezing slightly, glowing when she smiled up at him.

"I am too," Ziva admitted, sighing. "I also had two brothers. One is dead; the other is still in Israel with my father."

"He Mossad?" Tim asked, watching her eyes darken.

"You cannot be a son of my father and not be Mossad," Ziva replied, glaring at a spot on the wall before relaxing, sighing softly. "But that is enough."

"Dinner's almost ready," Tim said, looking at her with a glint in his eye. "Wanna grab the plates?"

"Just tell me where they are," Ziva agreed, slipping off of the stool and going to where he pointed. Their flirtatious banter didn't stop as they ate, nudging each other as they sat close to each other, casting each other glances and brushing hands occasionally.

Together they cleaned up, making washing dishes a flirtatious, sensual affair that neither had ever indulged in before.

But they both knew they did not want it to be the last.

After they'd put the dishes away, they wandered into the living room section, and Ziva gasped slightly when she caught sight of the baby grand piano in the corner.

"Tim, you did not tell me you could play!" she exclaimed, looking between him and the piano with interest and excitement.

"It's never really come up I guess," Tim said with a shrug, laughing slightly at her excitement.

"Will you play…for me?" Ziva asked hesitantly, hope gleaming in her chocolate brown eyes. "Please, Tim?"

"Well, alright, if you insist," Tim said, walking towards the piano and stretching his fingers as he warmed up.

The crisp notes filled the air as he played a few keys, his fingers stretching across the mixture of ebony and ivory keys. Ziva settled in next to Tim on the bench, closing her eyes as he launched into a piece.

The melody began to overlay a harmony, the notes cutting through the air as his fingers flew over the keys. Ziva let the music wash over her, the heart of the music filling her head and her senses as Tim increased his speed, the emotion of the piece swelling as the music reached a crescendo.

The climax of the piece hit her full force, the bottom dropping out suddenly and catching her off guard. She opened her eyes, about to protest, when the soft notes of the resolution piece hit her ear.

The softness of the finale stunned her; after the intensity of the climax, she had not been prepared for the gentleness with which the music finished. She turned to Tim, whose eyes were closed as he held his hands over the keys still, the music still humming around him.

Tim turned to Ziva and before either knew what was happening, their lips had met and they were kissing. There was a moment of shock before they responded; one of Tim's hands came up to wind into Ziva's thick brown hair, and Ziva pressed both of her hands into Tim's neck, bringing herself closer to his body and letting him angle her head up to kiss her easier. They continued to kiss for the next few minutes, exploring new territory that they hoped to learn better in the future.

Then, they were stumbling towards Tim's bedroom, hands roaming and gazes locking.

Some things were just so simple.