As some of you may have noticed, there was no Tony/Ziva mini-scene in the last chapter...*sigh*… It's time for a whole chapter, dedicated to Tony and Ziva!!!!!!! Yaaaaaaay!!!!!!!! Well, I'm excited at least… And there are a few things I got from Glee. You'll get them anyway, but you'll laugh harder if you've seen Glee!!!!! Sorry to those of you who don't like Tony and Ziva... =P You might want to skip this chapter. ;)

Ziva yawned as she walked out of NCIS. It had been a long day, and she still couldn't even look at Tony. She heard him walk out behind her, and he stayed close behind until they reached their cars that were parked side by side.

"Hey, Ziva?" Tony asked uncomfortably.

"Yes?" she replied.

"Can I… Can I talk to you?" he stuttered.

"Of course. You do not need to ask me, Tony." Ziva smiled, seeing the apparent discomfort on Tony's face. Ha, this was going to be fun.

"Oh… Yeah, sorry. Um, Ziva?"

"Yes, Tony? Spit it out!" Ziva laughed.

Tony looked up from his feet and at Ziva. "Ziva, I love you."

Ziva's eyes grew wide. "Wh-wh-what?" she spat out in disbelief.

Tony put his hand on his forehead and slid it down his face. "What is wrong with me? Agh, forget I said anything. Good night, Ziva." he turned to get into his car and drove off.

Ziva, confused, got in her car and drove to her apartment. This was… This was downright crazy! She got home, made herself a cup of tea, and turned on the radio. It was late... Abby was hopefully already asleep.

(A.N... Ah she's so Ziva, thinking about Abby when she just did a pretty bitchy thing to poor Tony......)

"Hi sweetie, you're on."

"Hi." came the awkward voice.

"Well hello, who is this?"

"I'm Abby."

"Hi Abby, welcome to the show. What can I do for you?" the radio asked.

"Well, I have this really good guy friend. We used to date but it didn't really work out. So we've been 'just friends' for a little over four years. We went to this concert together, got drunk, slept together, and I got pregnant. The twins were born about two weeks ago. I know he still loves me, and I think love him too, but I'm not sure. Actually, I am sure. I do love him but I'm not sure how to tell him. I've been denying it for years, but I'm done fighting!"

"First off, how are the twins and what are their names?"

"It's Josie and Jared; they're doing great."

"And what's his name?"

"Timmy. I mean, Tim."

"Well, I'm not sure how you should tell him, but the joy of love is figuring it out for yourself. Did you have a song in mind?"

"Yes, I was wondering if you could play the Glee version of 'I Can't Fight This Feeling'."

"Of course."

I can't fight this feeling any longer.
And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.
What started out as friendship,
Has grown stronger.
I only wish I had the strength to let it show.

And even as I wander,
I'm keeping you in sight.
You're a candle in the window,
On a cold, dark winter's night.
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.

And I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
It's time to bring this ship into the shore,
And throw away the oars,

Baby I can't fight this feeling anymore.


My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you.
I've been running round in circles in my mind.
And it always seems that I'm following you, girl,
Cause you take me to the places,
That alone I'd never find.

And even as I wander,
I'm keeping you in sight.
You're a candle in the window,
On a cold, dark winter's night.
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.

And I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
It's time to bring this ship into the shore,
And throw away the oars, forever.

Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten what I started fighting for.
And if I have to crawl upon the floor,
Come crashing through your door,
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.

Ziva sipped her tea and just sat thinking. If Abby was brave enough to express her love, on the radio of all places, then why couldn't Ziva say anything to Tony's face? And McGee, the shy geek told the outgoing goth girl he loved her and that he wanted to stay with her. He had finally stuck up for himself. Abby had sounded really proud of him on the phone.

Ziva grimaced. But she, the trained assassin, ex Mossad officer current NCIS agent, who did not care what anyone thought about her couldn't tell the person she'd been falling for, for almost five years, that she loved him. And Tony, the outgoing, crazy, joke-cracking, movie-quoting agent who just loved to tease his coworkers WAS able to say how he felt. And she couldn't. It was unfair, and Ziva absolutely hated herself for it.

The phone rang. "Hello?" she asked.

"Hi, Ziva." the extremely unexpected voice said, sounding nervous.

"Jimmy?" she asked. "What are you doing, calling me at almost midnight?" she asked.

"I'm not trying to make you feel bad, and I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I heard you and Tony talking in the parking lot." he began. "I don't know about what you said to him, but as a completely third party observer, I have to say that it seems like you like him, too, and I think that if you do you should go tell him. Tonight." Palmer said this all rushed.

"Um, thank you for calling." Ziva said, unsure what she should do.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Ziva."

"See you."

Ziva hung up the phone and grabbed her car keys in a daze. She drove all the way to Tony's apartment unknowingly, until she was sitting right out front of his door. It was six yards away, but she couldn't get herself to walk that short distance. The door opened. Tony was standing there, leaning on the door pane, holding a beer in one hand. Ziva took a deep breath, grabbed her purse, and got out of her car.

"I'm sorry." they said in unison. Ziva motioned for him to talk.

"I shouldn't have said that earlier. I wasn't thinking. I should've—"

"No, Tony. I am—I'm—sorry. I responded badly. I did not—didn't—know what to say. I have longed for years to have you say that to me, and I couldn't believe you finally were. I was speechless. I did not mean to offend you. The truth is, Tony, I love you too."

Tony stared at her for almost a full minute. Ziva, the whole time, was waiting for him to yell at her, reject her, tell her that she was too late.

"I can't fight this feeling any longer. And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow. What started out as friendship,
has grown stronger." Ziva whispered.

It was a long few seconds of silence.

"My life would suck without you." Tony paused, "Guess this means you're sorry, you're standing at my door. Guess this means you take back what you said before. Like how much you wanted anyone but me. Said you'd never come back, but here you are again. Cause we belong together now. Forever united here somehow, you got a piece of me and honestly, my life would suck without you"

Ziva narrowed her eyes playfully. "You're not alone, together we stand. I'll be by your side, you know I'll take your hand. When it gets cold and it feels like the end there's no place to go you know I won't give in. I won't give in. Keep holding on."

"Working hard to get my fill. Everybody wants a thrill. Payin´ anything to roll the dice, just one more time."

"Tell me how I'm supposed to breath with no air."

"When the night falls on you, you don't know what to do. Nothing you confess could make me love you less. I'll stand by you."

Then they both started laughing. "I'm getting as good as you, Tony."

"In songs... Or you just watch Glee. But you're not as great in movies. I'll help you with that if you want."

"I'll take you up on that." Ziva grinned. "Want to start now?"

Tony smiled. "Of course."

Two and a half days, seven sets of Chinese takeout, and thirteen movies later, the two drove groggily to NCIS head quarters for another action-filled five days of work. Abby, Tim, Josie, and Jared were back to work, but all had big smiles on their faces. McGee was down in Abby's lab. A lot.

Tony and Ziva, after spending a whole weekend together (complete with bickering, making out, arguing, and all!) were sending smiles to each other across the room, making Gibbs extremely uncomfortable. The day went on as normal for the most part, except for all the love in the air.

One day, Duckie walked up to Gibbs. "It's extremely quiet up here." he commented.

"Yeah, no one's arguing. I liked it at first, but now it's extremely annoying." Gibbs rolled his eyes.

Duckie looked around. McGee was grinning into the phone, obviously talking to Abby. Tony and Ziva were having an eye conversation across the room. Duckie grinned.

"Well, Jethro, you might as well cross rule twelve off the list."