A/N: Hello, everyone. Here is the newest chapter. It's fluffy, just a warning. I've decided that I'm going to do fifteen chapters in total, most of them Tiva now, but still cute humour/romance kinda stuff. Enjoy!

Ziva David knew that today was going to be wonderful. A first date with Tony. She couldn't wait to see him turn on that famous DiNozzo charm. What she didn't know, however, was what would be an appropriate outfit. Of course, it had to be nice, smart casual, but not too smart. After all, they were going ten-pin bowling.

After countless outfits had been tried on and tossed aside, she decided on her favourite jeans (the ones that made her butt look good) and a plain black top, realising that it shouldn't really matter what she looked like if Tony really wanted to be with her, which she knew he did.

At five minutes to one, Ziva was doing nothing but waiting for time to pass. The clock ticked slowly, as if there were minutes between every second. She jumped for joy when she heard the sound of knuckles rapping against her door.

"Hello, Miss David," he greeted.

"Mr DiNozzo," she returned with a nod.

"Shall we go then?" he offered his arm to her.

"Yes," she said, coiling her thin arm around his strong one and closing the door behind her.

In the elevator of Ziva's apartment building, which was empty apart from the new couple, Tony let out a small laugh.

Ziva's head spun to look him in the eye, her perfume wafting towards him, and gave him a sweet but questioning look.

"I just can't believe we're doing this," he said, grinning.

Ziva pulled her arm out to rest her hands on his forearm. "Are you having second thoughts?"

Tony turned his whole body to face her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Ziva, these past few months, I've gotten to know you more, as a person; a woman, and trust me, I wouldn't do this to you unless I'd fallen absolutely head over heels for you. So unless you're having second thoughts, I'm here to stay until you ask me to go, and even then I'll still love you."

"You love me?" Ziva asked, her heart racing. "Did you just say that?"

Tony cursed himself for revealing it to her like this. Of course he loved her, but he had planned to tell her over a romantic dinner, lit by candles, silver cutlery, that sort of thing. And now he had just said it in an elevator. Real classy, DiNozzo.

"Yes, Ziva. I love you with all my heart and I will till the day I die."

She just looked at him. He watched her eyes, slightly full of panic, her chest rising and falling as she breathed.

"I'm sorry for laying this on you," Tony said, scratching at his scalp. "I didn't plan it this way."

"It would have been a big deal anyway, Tony," she said. "Regardless of where or when."

"You don't feel the same way. You wanted things to be simple, for us to take things slow and I've gone and dropped the L word before we've even started our first date. I've ruined everything."

By this point the elevator doors had opened at the lobby of the building but neither seemed to notice.

"Tony, I...I don't know what to say. No one has told me that before."

"Do you want me to go?"

"No!" she cried. "Stay with me. I do feel the same way, I promise! I did want things to be simple but I've realised that with us, being us, things will never be simple. And I love you, so much."

She stroked his cheek.

"Let's take a chance on love, Tony. Maybe this is moving too fast but I don't want to wait with you. Just hold off on marriage and kids, at least for now."

"You really think we can make it work?" he said, squeezing her hand.

"If I didn't, would I be here?"

Tony pulled his new-found lover into a strong embrace and as he pulled back from her, he gazed over her flawless face, not believing that it belonged to a woman that loved him.

...

After eventually making it out of the elevator and into the car, the two arrived at the nearby bowling alley, where Tony had insisted they would have a fun, simple date. Things weren't as simple as they had been that morning but there was still a chance for simplicity.

"I hate these shoes," Ziva said, walking over to a booth on the waxed floors.

"Your jeans are good, though," Tony complimented, admiring her butt.

Ziva walked over to a rack of heavy balls. Knowing Ziva wasn't much of a bowler and not wanting her to hurt herself on one of the expert balls, Tony tried to stop her.

"Ziva, those balls are for..." he trailed off when she lifted it with ease.

"That's right," she nodded. "And don't go trying any of your DiNozzo charm where you flirt by helping me throw the ball. I can handle it."

Tony was a little disappointed, but amused at the same time. "OK, go ahead."

Ziva threw her first ball. She had no trouble lifting it, but it went straight into the gutters. She laughed at her failure.

"Good, but your aim was a little off. Maybe you should try a beginner's ball, just to be sure you don't hurt yourself."

Ziva picked up a smaller ball. "Fine. Show me how it's done."

Tony came up behind her, one arm around her waist, one on the hand that held the bowling ball.

"Now, you just step back..." he took a step back and motioned her with him, "and swing your arm." He swung her arm and the ball rolled, slowly but surely, to hit seven of the ten pins.

Still being held by Tony, Ziva turned to him and grinned. "Wow, you are a good teacher."

"I sure am," Tony said, wrapping both arms around the Israeli and kissing her cheek. His head was now over her shoulder, facing the snack bar. A black man and his son were lining up. A shiver ran through Tony when he recognised the man.

"We have to get out of here," Tony whispered in Ziva's ear.

"Why? We just got here," Ziva replied.

"It's Vance. He's here with his son. If he sees us, he'll tell Gibbs and we—"

"Will be in trouble," Ziva finished. "Got it."

Unfortunately, the snack bar was right by the door, so getting out without being seen was going to be difficult. They couldn't wait for them to finish at the snack bar, because the only free lanes were to the right of theirs, so they would be sure to come over. They had to try and sneak out without Vance noticing.

They walked casually towards the exit and they were almost there when...

"DiNozzo! David! I didn't know you two were into bowling."

Damn. So close.

Both of them turned around to greet their boss with an awkward smile.

"We aren't. We were just leaving," Ziva explained.

"Oh, I'm here with my son Alex."

The little boy waved.

"Well, uh, we better get going."

Vance just nodded, allowing the couple to leave.

"Think he knew?" Ziva whispered to Tony once they were safely inside the car.

"I'm not sure. Guess we'll have to wait and find out. Sorry we had to leave.

Ziva shrugged. "That's OK. It was kinda fun, sneaking around like that. But no more for today, let's go grab some lunch."

"Yeah, I'm starved."

...

"You wanted to see me, Director?" Gibbs poked his head through the door of the Director's office.

"Yes, Gibbs," Leon threw a file down onto his desk and stood up to greet the former Marine. "I've just noticed a drop in productivity the past few days and I was wondering if you knew why?"

"I don't know. Maybe someone on my team has a personal issue they're dealing with. I don't get involved in my team's lives."

"You should, you know. You mean more to them than you think you do."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Look, Gibbs, I want to make this plain: I think DiNozzo and David are seeing each other."

"And what makes you think that?" Gibbs cocked his head to one side, challenging the person who would suggest that his team members would be disobedient.

"They were together at a bowling alley on Saturday trying to sneak out when they saw me. But I saw the whole thing. There was definitely a hug or two in there, if not something much more."

Gibbs bit the inside of his cheek. "Thanks, Leon, for that valuable information. I think I'll have a word to those two."

Gibbs turned to leave, as Vance said to him, "Take it easy on those two, Gibbs. They're credits to the agency. Besides, the heart wants what the heart wants."

Whatever the heart wanted, Gibbs' hands wanted nothing more than to be tightening around DiNozzo's neck.

A/N: So...little cliff hanger for you there. I would love it if you reviewed!