Disclaimer: Once again I own nothing, not NCIS and not You Belong With Me.

A/N: Awww I really loved your reviews, though it did get a little weird when people started to gripe about Tony in season 7. Honestly I thought this season has been pretty great so far, a lot better than season 6. I do think Tony was really weird in Out Law and In Laws but that episode was really bad for a lot of reasons, Tony's out of characterness being one of the least of them

Anyhoo, I was laughing at a lot of people's reactions to this fic. It was my intention for people to see this story and think, Taylor Swift and NCIS...am I seeing this right? So glad to see I didn't dissappoint. I was also happy to see a lot of people confessing that Taylor Swift was one of their guilty pleasures, well that's just one more thing you guys have in common with Ziva LOL.

I'm proud to be a Taylor Swift fan, I'm writing this fanfic aren't I?

Well, this chapter was hard to write. This was a little bit of a different song, the lyrics don't quite fit Tony and Ziva however the meaning behind them fits perfectly so I decided to go with that. The ending I am particularly proud of, so read and enjoy!

Chapter 2: You Belong With Me

He just didn't get it.

What did Ziva seen in Taylor Swift? How could a teen drama queen singing about her high school boyfriends connect with the former Mossad assassin? It was night and day, dogs and cats, Felix and Oscar.

The question had been bugging Tony ever since he'd spoken to Abby and she had told him that obviously Ziva connected with the songs Taylor Swift was famous for. He knew that he'd insulted Ziva by making fun of Swift's music, but what bothered him more was the fact that he had no idea why she liked Swift so much. He had prided himself in understanding Ziva, he had been certain that he knew what she liked, what she hated, what would make her tick and what made her sad…now he wasn't sure.

So the only way he could think of to find out the answers to his questions was to try and put himself in Ziva's shoes. So he stole Ziva's iPod again and began to listen to the songs he had made fun of the day before.

And now he was in hell.

The teen girl angst was seriously beginning to get to him. The catchy choruses only made things worse as they would be stuck in his head and for the life of him he couldn't get them out! But he decided to stick with it, all for the sake of figuring out his favorite ninja assassin.

"What are you listening to?"

Abby's question startled Tony, who hadn't seen the Goth scientist and McGee come in. Tony quickly tossed the iPod into a drawer and slammed it shut before either one of his friends could sneak a peak at the song.

"Nothing."

Of course McGee might be naïve but he wasn't stupid, "Then why are you trying to hide it?"

Tony glared at the other agent, "I am listening to Sinatra on my iPod, does that satisfy you McGossip?"

To his surprise McGee gave a smug grin, "No you're not."

"Are you calling me a liar?"

"I believe I am," McGee told him, "because you gave me your iPod two days ago to fix it even though I told you that there was no way I could fix an iPod that you'd dropped in a sink full of water."

Oh yeah, he had done that. Crap!

"I got a new one," Tony said quickly and lying badly.

Abby looked at him quizzically, studying his face for a moment, "You're lying," she pronounced confidently.

"Ziva taught you that didn't she?"

"Yep."

McGee was still smiling, eager to find out what Tony was hiding, "Come on, tell us, whose iPod is that?"

"Why Probie, are you worried I'm listening to your Julie Andrews?"

Suddenly Abby gasped excitedly, "You stole Ziva's iPod again didn't you! Oh my god you're listening to Taylor Swift!"

Damn she was good!

"No!" Tony protested still keeping his hand clamped carefully around the handle of the drawer so that no one could open it to find out.

"You so are!" Abby said happily.

"Taylor Swift," McGee said grinning again, "that's pretty embarrassing don't you think?"

"I don't know, why don't you sing a few bars of Looks Like We Made It and we'll take a vote," Tony shot back before realizing that he'd all but confessed what he'd been listening to.

Unfortunately, Abby caught that little slip, "So you admit it, you were listening to Taylor Swift!"

There was no way out of this one; Tony knew that he'd really dug his own grave this time. "Look I was just listening to it so I could figure out what Ziva sees in her," Tony explained, "it's not like I want to listen to her."

"So," Abby began eagerly, "what did you find out?"

"That Ziva must have an affection for teenage drama," Tony said flatly.

Abby punched his arm, "Be serious!"

"I am."

She groaned and shoved Tony's hand away from the closed drawer so she could pull out the stolen iPod, "Alright," she said like a general laying out a strategic defense, "Let' s see what we've got here.

"The song that you had up is Teardrops on my Guitar, what is that one about?" she asked Tony.

He shrugged, "She's in love with some guy who doesn't know how she feels because he completely in love with his girlfriend, so she's all depressed and everything."

Abby raised an eyebrow at that one, "Oookay, so what about this one, it's called You Belong With Me."

"Another one where the girl is in love with a guy, she talks about how she's perfect for him and he can't see it. He's got a girlfriend that doesn't understand him and she keeps comparing herself to that girl."

Abby smiled, "I think I'm beginning to see a pattern."

"High School drama?" McGee asked.

She rolled her eyes, "No, the songs are about a girl in love with a guy who's clueless." The two agents just gave her blank stares, "Don't you get it? Ziva is in love with someone and he has no idea."

"Hold on, just because she listens to songs about love sick teenagers doesn't mean that she is in love with someone," Tony said quickly.

"She connects with these songs Tony," Abby reminded him, "that means she has to have something in common with them, which means…"

"Ziva is in love with someone," McGee finished, "but who?"

"You're clueless half the time McGoogle," Tony said lightly, "Maybe it's you."

McGee smiled, "You think?" Abby frowned and head-slapped the agent and McGee winced, "Right, probably not."

Unfortunately at that moment the object of their conversation walked up, Ziva looked at the crowd at Tony's desk with a questioning glance. "What is going on?"

"We're discussing titles for movie night," Tony said quickly, "You want in?"

Her response was just to glare at Tony before sitting down at her desk and switching the computer on. She still wasn't speaking to him after he's gone through her things, from the looks McGee and Abby were throwing at him; they'd figured that out for themselves.

It didn't take long for McGee and Abby to make their excuses and leave the two other agents to their awkward silence. Tony wasn't an idiot; he knew that they were going to brainstorm to figure out who it was that Ziva thought about when she listened to Taylor Swift.

And he didn't want to admit to himself but he was wondering too.

Ziva was in love with someone? Why did that bother him? Was it because he'd had no idea she was carrying a torch for some guy? That had to be it; any other answer was territory he didn't want to cross. There was rule number twelve to remember after all, not that he cared about Gibbs' rules except that the team leader could smack his head silly and Tony didn't really care for brain damage.

Still those thoughts kept creeping back into his head, his eyes kept straying to the drawer that contained Ziva's iPod and the lyrics of the song began to resonate in his mind.

Who was he?

Ziva could not help but sneak glances at Tony while running through phone records of their latest suspect. It had been a couple of weeks since the whole operation with La Granoulle had gone down, two weeks since she'd seen Tony's car blow up thinking he was inside of it and two weeks since they had all learned of Tony's undercover operation with Jeanne Benoit, La Granoulle's daughter.

And the woman Tony had fallen in love with.

The woman who had walked away from Tony in anger and indignation, disappearing completely. Ziva was certain that Jeanne's outrage was justifiable; she must have felt like a tool which was basically the truth. However because of Tony's melancholy eyes and sad demeanor Ziva also knew that he was hurting terribly so she couldn't help but be just a little bit angry at the woman who had put Tony in this state.

The truth was that this entire year had been an emotional rollercoaster for Tony. At times he had seemed deliriously happy, other times he had been almost as sad as he was now. Perhaps it had been the stress of an undercover mission…or the stress of seeing her. Ziva couldn't say for certain, she just knew that being in love shouldn't have to be so hard.

I would never hurt him like that Ziva thought, at least I would try not to. She shook her head, I shouldn't think things like that. He is still in mourning over his first real love and I am holding a light for him like some love sick teenager.

But it was so easy for her to believe that.

You're on the phone
With your girlfriend
She's upset
She's going off about
Something that you said
'cause she doesn't get your humor
Like I do

Ziva was a little startled by the lyrics that were blasting in her ears. She'd forgotten that she'd set her iPod to shuffle. What a song to come on now, she mused but didn't switch to a different song. The next few lines stopped her cold.

I'm in my room
It's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music
She doesn't like
She'll never know your story
Like I do

Ziva paused, the last two lines continued to repeat in her mind. She'll never know your story like I do, nothing could have been more fitting to her own feelings at the moment. It was completely true, what did Jeanne Benoit know about Tony?

Nothing.

She knew Tony DiNardo, the online film professor that masqueraded as the perfect boyfriend. She didn't know Tony DiNozzo, the childlike special agent with a Magnum P.I. obsession. Tony DiNozzo that annoyed his workmates to no end, who at the same time was very protective to his partner and would do anything to help his friends.

But she wears short skirts
I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain
And I'm on the bleachers

Ziva smiled at that part in the song, no Jeanne certainly wasn't a cheerleader. Tony would have really liked it if that were true.

But she couldn't help but remember looking through the other woman's apartment when they learned she had disappeared. The photographs around the living room, clothes in the closet, all showed a woman with impeccable taste in clothing. Expensive dresses and shoes, like a runway model.

Ziva looked down at her cargo pants and comfortable shoes, she was ready to take down a suspect, not go out to a four-star restaurant. She looked up at Tony and found herself wondering if that was the kind of woman Tony liked, all dressed up and looking feminine.

Dreaming about the day
When you wake up and find
That what you're looking for
Has been here the whole time

She slapped a hand over her eyes and sighed, Tony had always been focused on a woman's looks. Always noticing who was in a short skirt, who wore a blouse just a little too low. What about a woman who noticed more than just how good he looked in a suit? What about a woman that knew what his favorite movies were? How he liked to have his coffee? How to comfort him when he was sad?

A woman like her?

Would he ever notice that?

If you could see
That I'm the one
Who understands you
Been here all along
So why can't you
See you belong with me
You belong with me.

Suddenly the headphones were yanked out of Ziva's ears and she was staring right into Gibbs' blue eyes. "Are you going to work the case or would you prefer to listen to your pod thing?"

"iPod," Ziva corrected automatically feeling stupid for saying that.

"Whatever," Gibbs said giving her the famous stare.

"The case," Ziva replied quickly, "I'll get back to work."

"You do that," Gibbs told her, "Interview Frank Peterson on Juniper Street, take DiNozzo."With that Gibbs went to his own desk leaving Ziva to gather her things and breathe a sigh of relief.

Tony was on her heels as she went to the elevator, "You seemed pretty into your music there Zee-vah, what were you listening to?"

"Nothing Tony," she told him.

No way in hell she was going to tell him that she listened to Taylor Swift, she would never hear the end of it.

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"I'm telling you that guy was just like Hannibal Lecter," Tony told her as they walked down Juniper street towards their parked car.

"Hannibal Lecter?"she asked making it obvious she had no idea what he was talking about.

"Was in the movie Silence of the Lambs. Serial killer, ate his victims, and talked in this really cold calculating voice," He faked a shiver, "scared the crap out of me the first time I saw that movie."

"You think that Frank Peterson eats people?"

"No, his voice and the way he acts...its just creepy," Tony explained, "I kept expecting him to start talking about a census taker and fava beans."

"What?!"

Tony sighed dramatically, "So much work to do."

Ziva laughed softly, she couldn't help it. She felt just like she did a year ago when he would talk about things and she had no idea what he was saying. Then he would show up at her apartment with whatever movie he had been discussing and they would spend the rest of the night arguing.

And having fun.

Walking the streets
With you and your worn out jeans
I can't help thinking
This is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench
Thinking to myself
Hey, isn't this easy?

"Alright, besides the fact that you don't know one of the greatest psychological thrillers of all time," Tony began, "what did you think about Mr. Peterson?"

Ziva narrowed her eyes and stared at the store front they had just walked out of, the place where their suspect worked. While she didn't understand who this Lecter person Tony had been talking about was, she did agree that there was something very sinister about Frank Peterson.

"He gives me a woody," Ziva told him.

Then Tony burst out laughing.

Tony was bent over at the waist, tears in his eyes laughing his ass off and Ziva had no idea why, "Willies," Tony finally managed to choke out, "he gives you the willies." He chuckled again, "A woody…well that is something else."

Ziva did not care that she had just mess up another American phrase, she was busy gazing at Tony, his eyes for the first time in weeks shining with happiness and his lips softened. She loved it when he looked like that.

And you've got a smile
That could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in awhile
Since she brought you down

"What?" He asked when he noticed that she was staring at him.

She shook her head, "It's nothing…it's just nice," he looked confused so Ziva explained; "it's nice to see you smile again."

That smile disappeared as soon as she said those words and she immediately wished that she could take them back. She just wanted him to be happy again, that's all. What would that take?

"You can talk about it," Ziva told him, "It might help."

Tony was quite for a long moment, he didn't look Ziva in the eye but instead looked down the street. They could see the capitol building from this point but she knew that he wasn't seeing that. He was seeing someone else's face.

You say you're fine
I know you better than that
Hey what you doing
With a girl like that

"You ever think that maybe you just get one shot at it?" Tony finally spoke, still not meeting Ziva's eyes, "and that if you screw it up…maybe there is no next time. Maybe there is just that one person, and that's it?"

Ziva thought for a moment, opened her mouth to speak but closed it. No, she couldn't say anything right now. She was afraid that if she did she might just confess ever single thought that had been rolling around in her mind since the day she realized she was more than just attracted to her partner.

Tony shook his head, "Forget it, we should get back to the case," and he pulled out his phone to call Gibbs.

And the light was gone from his eyes again.

Ziva felt like kicking something, feelings so stupid for not saying something, feeling so frustrated that he was still in love with a woman that had hurt him. How could he love someone so much when that person was so wrong for him?

She wears high heels
I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain
I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day
When you wake up and find
That what you're looking for
Has been here the whole time

Would he ever notice how much it hurt her to see him like this? Sure, she didn't know any of the movies he talked about but she enjoyed watching him talk passionately about them. She understood what kind of person that he was and she knew that what he was going through was killing him. She knew how it felt to be crushed like this.

He believed that there was only one chance at finding love and he believed that was Jeanne?

Didn't he notice that she was here, waiting for him, watching out for him, trying to learn what he liked and trying to be the kind of woman that he wanted?

If you could see
That I'm the one
Who understands you
Been here all along
So why can't you
See you belong with me
Standing by and
Waiting at your backdoor
All this time
How could you not know
Maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me

Tony walked up to her, disrupting her thoughts, "Gibbs wants us back at NCIS, Abby's got something."

Ziva nodded and followed him numbly, she felt like all of gravity was pushing her downwards into the earth.

Like perhaps there was no hope for her and Tony.

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Tony was still bothered by their conversation earlier, Ziva could see that the weight had only increased on his shoulders. She had forced him to confess what he was truly afraid of: that he would be alone.

She really wanted to hug him, to tell him that he was wrong. There was someone else out there, she knew it. She knew it because it was her, the partner that had been there for him all along.

But while Ziva could stand up to a gun wielding terrorist without flinching…the idea of telling Tony her true feelings scared her to death.

Still she watched him shuffle along with his day, the gloomy cloud still hanging over him. There had to be some way she could tell him what she wanted to say, something that would make him realize that he was wrong.

Something.

Oh, I remember
You driving to my house
In the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh
When you know you're about to cry
And I know your favorite songs
And you tell me about your dreams
Think I know where you belong
Think I know it's with me

And then she knew.

Tony was heading for the Men's room and Ziva smiled, she couldn't think of a better place to talk to him alone. She'd cornered him there once before, why not now?

He was startled when she burst through the door but quickly recovered, "Get lost again Ziva?"

"I wanted to continue our discussion from earlier," she explained ignoring his teasing question.

Tony glared at her, "I told you to forget about that."

He tried to walk out the door but she blocked his path and put a hand up to stop him, "I believe…" she paused trying to calm her quaking nerves, "I believe that there is one person for everyone," now she looked him in the eye, "Jeanne was not that person for you."

Tony narrowed his eyes, "You don't know anything about that."

"Neither did she," Ziva continued, "She was in love with Tony DiNardo, she didn't know the real you and you…you weren't really you with her." She looked up at him to see that he was staring at her intently and suddenly words began to spill from her lips, "She didn't know that you like to watch interrogations as if they were one of your movies, she doesn't know that you can relentlessly chase down a suspect, she doesn't know how much you respect Gibbs…and she doesn't know how much you care about your teammates.

"She didn't know you Tony, she wasn't right for you which means she wasn't the one for you," Ziva explained, "that woman is still out there Tony, you just have to open your eyes and find her."

Tony looked at Ziva meaningfully, taking in everything she had just said. She felt her stomach quivering at the way he was staring at her, her throat felt dry. Had she said too much? Did he guess who she had been really talking about.

What would he think?

For the first time she felt real hope at what he might say next.

Can't you see
That I'm the one
Who understands
Been here all along
So why can't you see?
You belong with me.

Tony smiled and Ziva's heart melted, "That's what I love about you Ziva, you know exactly what I need to hear." He patted her shoulder, "Thank you…I mean that." And he walked away from her, his step just a little bit lighter.

Ziva stared at the spot where he had just stood, her heart sinking a little with every second that ticked by.

She should be happy, she had helped him feel better, helped him see that he shouldn't be so down.

But he hadn't understood. He hadn't been able to read between the lines to see what woman she had been talking about.

Her.

Have you ever thought
Just maybe
You belong with me?

Would he ever see her that way? Ziva had a feeling that she knew what that answer was.

No.

A/N: I feel bad for Ziva again, man I need to stop writing such sad stuff LOL. Good news is that the next song will be a little more fun and upbeat but still completely Tiva. If you guys want to really get the mood of this fic, there are a couple of videos on Youtube that feature both of the songs I've used so far with Tiva. Take a look, the one on Teardrops on My Guitar is really good!

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