SHORTEST CHAPTER EVER! I KNOW! I HATE MYSELF FOR IT! BUT PLEASE READ AND REVIEW CAUSE I KNOW YOU'LL WANT TO WHEN YOU FINISH READING IT! YOU WILL UNDERSTAND WHY I HAD TO STOP IT THERE! REVIEW!!!

Ziva made it back into the squadroom just as soon as Gibbs and Tony walked out of the elevator. Ziva looked up at Tony, and, for the first time, she saw him as a different person. She saw him as someone who cared, who loved, and it was for her. She smiled at the thought as she looked down, trying to hide it as she managed to wash it away before looking back up and turning to Gibbs.

"Gibbs do you-"

"No." Gibbs said, not letting her finish her question.

"But Gibbs I didn't-"

"No." He said, more definite this time, before hurrying out of the bullpen and up the stairs to the director's office. That left Tony and Ziva, alone in the bullpen. She sighed and tried to make herself busy, by drawing on her paper, but then felt as if someone was watching her. She looked up and saw Tony's eyes boring into her.

"Tony I…"

"Stop." He said, "I was wrong. Don't apologize, all right?"

"No, Tony." She said, standing up and walking towards him, placing two hands on the top of his desk and leaning towards him, "I still have to say that I was sorry. For what happened in the elevator. I took things too far-"

"Tell me about Michael. If someone like you could possibly love him so much, he must be pretty special. So tell me about him."

She furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion, "Tony, I do not know what you are talking about."

It was Tony's turn to be confused, "What? He told me you two were dating…right?"

Ziva's face fell, "Michael? He said we were dating?"

Tony leaned forward, "You are, aren't you?"

"No!" She exclaimed, "He is lying! Benzona!"

Tony smiled, "I'm no expert at Hebrew, I believe you just cursed."

Ziva didn't say anything, instead she looked down and then back up at him, "Tony…you do understand what Michael was trying to do, yes?"

"What?"

"He was trying to make you jealous."

"Why?"

"My father does not…he does not deal very well when he believes that I am with someone that isn't Jewish, or Israeli. Obviously he wanted you to believe that Michael and I were dating so that you would think you did not have a chance with me..."

"Ziva, I'm sure it'll be all right. You're gonna see him for dinner in a few hours, why don't you just calmly explain to this Rivkin guy that he got it all wrong, and you're not really dating him?"

"Tony, you do not understand!" She yelled, frustrated, "It really is not that simple!"

And that was when Tony felt all meaning of wrong or right leave his body as he stood up, placing one hand on the side of her face before pressing his lips against hers. They were warm against her soft ones, and Ziva groaned in happiness as she returned the kiss, her hands moving to the back of his head, entangling her hands as much as she could into his hair. He copied the movement as they both moved in unison to stand up and closer together as far as they could with Tony's desk between them. They both opened their mouths for the other at the same time, wanting more as they continued to pull at the other's lips. He broke the kiss first, and stared deep into her eyes, but they both did not let go of the other.

For a while, all that could be heard in the bullpen was their ragged breathing, and the light sound of ZNN running the constant feed on the plasma's as well as the typing of keys from somewhere else in the squadroom.

"How simple is it now?" He asked, still a little out of breath, and she smiled.

"Very simple." She said, leaning in to peck him again, "I will go with your advice Tony. Would you like to accompany me to dinner tonight? I am sure that my father will not mind if we just 'run into each other' while we are there, yes?" She paused, thinking about it for a moment, "Or you could just accompany me. It is about time that I do something against my father's will."

He smiled, his famous DiNozzo smile, leaning in to kiss her again, "I'd love to." He let go of her, much to Ziva's discontent as he packed up his things, "Come on, let's go before Gibbs sees us."

"But Tony-"

"We can continue this in the elevator, Ziva, let's go!"

"What about Gibbs-" Ziva started, but Tony cut her off. And with that, he pulled on her hand as they hurried into the elevator, the doors closing before their backpacks dropped onto the ground in unison as he shoved her up against the wall, his lips meeting hers as she wrapped her arms around him, wanting nothing more than to stay in that position forever.

Benzona means 'son of a bitch' basically. : )