A/N: It feels kind of awkward to do Taylor Swift songs from a boys point of view because she sings from the girls! But oh well. My dad gave me a late Christmas present, it's a white shirt with "Don't make me GIBBS SLAP you." printed on it. Wearing it right now

I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night

Neither of them liked the silence. Silence was something that destroyed you when you were all alone, it enveloped you, filled you up and stole all you hope and possibilities. They both knew that they talked too much, him especially. This time she was the one filling the car with words, he was simply listening, he loved to listen to her talk. Especially when she was happy, for when Ziva was happy her voice would adopt a different characteristic; she smiles, truly content.

Recently the type of cases they had been getting had been taking a harsh toll on all of the team. Cases where a forbidden subject at the moment, they were only permitted in conversation when they were at work. Technically they were no longer at work, Ziva's car had broken down the day before so Tony was giving her lifts to and from work.

"What are you doing tonight then Ziva?" he asked

"Nothing. Staying in, maybe watching a movie" she replied with a light laugh.

Looking sides ways he chuckled also "What movie?"

"Do not know. Depends what I feel like"

And I count the colors in his eyes
He'll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind

Ziva is looking at him as she talks, her eyes sparkling with joy as she dictated the many possibilities of her evening. Tony was barely hearing her voice, glancing over sideways at her, so as not to crash the car. To him she was the most radiant person he had ever had he luck to lay his undeserving eyes on.

When they arrive at Ziva's apartment, she gratefully gets out, but does not shut the door behind her.

"Do you want to come in?" she asks, her eyes still dancing.

Trying to contain the huge smile that threatens to appear he nods "Sure"

As the end credits of the film roll, drunk Ziva laughs "I swear I'll never fall in love" then she hiccups.

A less drunk Tony laughs uneasily at her statement, hoping to God that she is wrong. Living his entire life without her to love would be the most unimaginable hell. There is no doubt in his mind that he would not be able to take it. His eart shatters as she looks at him – she means it. The thought of the two of them ... it never even crossed her mind.

He sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine

He had known her for many years now. In all their time together he had only ever seen her cry a couple of times, maybe 2 at most. Ziva kept it all locked away inside of her with a smile and a brief explanation of "It only hurts if you let it". She was strong, there was no denying that. Sometimes he just wished she would let them all in, they could help her, make her feel better.

They all have secrets. Everyone does. His is that he loves her. Tony cannot imagine having to wake up knowing that he would never see her again. If she died or left, so would he, she made him himself; kept him alive. But no one could ever know this, with this information they could bring him to his knees and make her feel even more pain that the impossible amount she had already felt and was feeling.

He stands there, then walks away
My god if I could only say,
"I'm holding every breath for you..."

Emotional did not even cover this case. He could feel that pain rolling off of his shoulders as he trudged slowly along, metaphorically dripping with agony. Then Ziva is there, she hold her hand up to his cheek in a comforting, no strings, way. Tears are also leaking from the corners of her eyes but she brushes them away, dismisses them. Then she is gone. And Tony is alone once more, with only his tormenting demons for company. His lungs strain, trying to force the air out to call after her, something is stopping, gripping him with such a force that he could not squeeze out the shout.

I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up
Is "My god, he's beautiful."

Ziva was good at her job. She was very good, being perceptive helped a lot with that. She could see through peoples lies, tell when stories were fabricated and could focus in on the important little details. The only lie she had never been able to spot was his denial. It was not denial as such, he accepted and understood that he loved her but he covered it up, tried not to let it interfere with their lives.

Yes, I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue, oh, and it kills me
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
If you asked me if I love him
I'd lie