Final part coming up. Hope you enjoy.

Part 2

The next morning Tony woke up to the ringing of a bell, namely his doorbell. He was slumped on the couch in yesterdays clothes, he had been watching a movie, and realized he must have fallen asleep. He glanced at his watch. 7 am. If he hurried he could probably still get to work on time. Suddenly the doorbell rang, and he sighed, who was visiting him at this time. Still groggy from sleep he stumbled to the door and pulled it open.

"Micah?" he said, blinking in his doorway. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you."

"Do you want to come in? Tony asked.

"No than you, this will only take a second. I just wanted to tell you, if you hurt Zizi you will have me to answer. " Micah said this calmly, as if he was discussing the weather. "And don't take this lightly, I'm serious." Micah turned and started walking away from Tony.

"Wait a minute, I wouldn't hurt Ziva!"

"Maybe not physically but there are other ways of hurting people. Everyone has feelings even if they don't show them or if they hide them away. I think my sister is interested in you, and as you are interested in her as well, I was just giving you an early warning."

"What made you think I was interested in her?" Tony asked.

"So you aren't interested in her," Micah said turning around, raising an eyebrow.

"No! I mean yes, uh. I'm not sure."

"Yes you are," Micah said. "And it's pretty obvious really. I mean I only saw you together for a few minutes, and I saw the way you looked at her, and she you."

Tony nodded. Micah walked back up the path and held out his hand. Tony shook it.

"See you around," Tony said. Micah walked off without looking back.

All of the day Tony was distracted. Finally Gibbs snapped at him to go home, and it was only then that Tony noticed that he had been reviewing the same file for over half an hour. Tony picked up his stuff and walked to the elevator.

"You too, McGee, Ziva. Go home." Ziva quickly grabbed her stuff and ran to the elevator, slipping a hand inside before it closed. The doors opened again and she stepped in.

"You okay Tony?"

"Yeah."

"Don't lie to me Tony, I'm your partner and I can tell." She hit the stop button.

"Seriously, nothing's wrong!" he protested.

"Sure?" she said questioningly, suddenly holding a paper clip in her hand that hadn't been there before.

"Positive," he said, though he didn't sound as sure. She stepped closer to him, and he stepped back into the elevator wall. She advanced again, holding the paper clip up in her hand, until her body was pressed up close to his. Suddenly he could smell her perfume wafting over to him; he was close enough to see her individual eyelashes, framing her warm chocolate brown eyes. He was close to her, so close that all he would have to do to touch her face would be to raise his hand. She too had stilled, and seemed to catch his mood. Slowly he pushed her hand with the paper clip in, which was still in the air down to her side, and held it there. He moved forward slowly at first, he didn't want her to kill him, she still had the paper clip; he gave her chance to back away. When she didn't move, he quickly brought his other hand up to the back of her neck, and claimed her lips with his own. Their first kiss was passionate; they had several years of unrealized sexual tension to thank for that. His tongue ran along her lips, she granted him access, their tongues battling for dominance. Her hand slid to his lower back under his shirt. Several seconds later they drew apart, breathless. She looked up at him.

"I think I know what was bothering you."

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh," she said.

"Would you like to go out with me somewhere on Friday?" he asked, nervously for one of the first times in his life. After all, he was the playboy Tony, he didn't get nervous with girls anymore. She seemed to think about it.

"All right. But I still have my paper clip, you know."

"You don't want to use it right, though?" he said slightly panicky.

"No, it's just a warning. Don't dirty this up."

"Huh? Oh you mean mess this up? But don't worry, I don't intend to." He leaned down and kissed her again, this one was short but sweet. She stepped back from him, hit the stop button and felt the elevator start moving again. She turned to face the doors.

He moved away from the wall and tucked his shirt back in. The doors pinged open, they both got out and walked through the parking lot in a comfortable silence. At her car, she stopped.

"See you tomorrow then."

"Bye." She waited for a moment, and then turned around to go.

"Wait!" She turned around, and he lent forwards and planted a brief kiss on her lips. He turned around and walked off, leaving her there slightly shocked. Slowly a smile began to creep across her face as she got into her car.

Sitting in the shadows on his bike, Micah had been waiting for Ziva. He had been going to go over to her when he saw Tony walking besides her. He watched the scene play out before him, and saw Zizi's smile. It had been a while since she'd smiled, and he supposed Tony was alright for her to be with, anyone who made Zizi happy was (generally) okay in his book. But he had meant what he had said earlier, the threats. If Tony broke her heart, he would break his face.

Finis