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Title: I Don't Care... Or maybe I do

Rated: K+

Summary: Explosions, worries, banter... Will they ever change?

Disclaimer: I don't own it. I'd just ruin it if I did.

There was a loud 'boom', as the warehouse exploded in flames. Her heart missed a beat and her eyes went wide; she got out of the car. That couldn't be happening. She shut her chocolate eyes really tight and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but failing. The warehouse where Tony was did not just burst into flames; the warehouse where Tony was did not just burst into flames…

She opened her eyes; the warehouse was still on fire and Tony's car was still parked in front of it. She was starting to panic, the blood draining out of her face, tears coming up to her eyes and her breath coming faster and faster.

"That was close." Said a voice behind her.

It couldn't be, could it? She turned around as fast as she could to face her partner standing there with a smirk on his face. "I… I thought-… How are you alive?" She managed to ask, color slowly returning to her cheeks.

"I'm not; I'm actually dead, don't you see?" He mocked her. She narrowed her eyes and punched his arm; that wasn't funny. Not funny at all. Her hand gripped on the collar of his shirt and pulled him down so his was on eye-level with her.

"If you ever do that again, I'll personally make sure you don't survive, got it?" Ziva threatened between gritted teeth. Tony was used to the threats; he knew they were mostly empty; unless his partner was really mad. He gave the brunette a broad smile when she let go of him.

"You were worried about me." He stated, poking her lightly on her shoulder; she didn't even answer him, all she did was roll her eyes at him. "Come on, you know you were. No need to denial it, Ziva." He insisted.

"I wasn't worried about you, Tony." She said looking at him. "I was worried about how to tell Gibbs that you died on my watch."

It was a lie. She knew it, and he knew it; the I'll-pretend-I-don't-really-like-you part of the banter was just something they did and found it too much fun to even bother on stopping it. But the moment their eyes met, they knew they cared.

Lol, I'd never ever ever kill Tony. :) So, how about a review? Hahahahahaha

I promise to try to update this as soon as I can :D