A/N: Greetings Earthlings! Just watched Royals and Loyals, the ideas are swimming around in my head. Oh I do love when the writers make my job easy. When it comes to Tiva, there are three kinds: Type 1 is the hidden Tiva, when you have to look closely to really see it. Type 2 is deep Tiva, like Recoil, Truth or Consequences, Reunion, just off the top of my head. Type 3 (and my favourite type) is cute Tiva (e.g. Jetlag, Under Covers, Boxed In and most other episodes at the beginning or the end), and this episode was choc-full of it. BTW I know this isn't exactly how it happened but I didn't want it to be exact. Enjoy!

What else could her password be?

Tony DiNozzo had been trying to hack his partner's email account for almost five minutes and had tried almost fifteen different passwords. He had no idea how he had managed to avoid the security alarms, but he disregarded that thought quickly and continued. He just wanted some dirt on this guy Ziva had met in Miami.

She had insisted several times now that they were simply friendsbut Tony didn't buy it. He pictured him, overly tan, buff, never wore a shirt and smelled like coconuts. Then again, Ziva had also insisted that she wasn't into that kind of guy. It was all very hard to figure out. Well, she was very hard to figure out.

The 'ding' of the elevator startled him and he jumped out of Ziva's chair before she saw him.

Too late.

"What are you doing?" she asked, frowning at him.

"Nothing, I was doing nothing," he stepped back, afraid of what might be coming next.

Ziva sat down at her own desk, throwing an angry glance at Tony when she felt the warmth of the seat.

"You've been trying to access my email!" she exclaimed.

"How did you know that?" he asked, bewildered.

"McGee installed a new security system on my desktop, very high tech by the way." She flashed McGee a grateful smile and he returned a smug one.

"You've been caught red-handed, Tony," he told his friend.

"What did you want with my email?" Ziva asked him.

"I wanted to know about your friend from Miami," he muttered.

"We are just friends."

"Men and women can be just friends, Tony."

"Really? Just out of curiosity, have you ever consulted Abby on that subject?"

"No, why?"

"Never mind. Look, just forget it, OK?"

"You're jealous." Now Ziva was the one looking smug. McGee just looked like someone watching a tennis match, his head bouncing from one side to another, waiting for the other person to say something.

But of course, before Tony could defend himself, Gibbs entered, slapping DiNozzo before he could do the same to McGee and telling his team to gear up.

Ziva leant up against some lockers next to Tony, who was fiddling around with things at his desk, waiting.

"You should apologise," she finally said.

"For what?" he asked innocently.

"For being you."

"Sweetheart, if I had a dollar for every time I did that I'd be rich."

Sweetheart? It was one thing for Tony to give McGee nicknames, but he hadn't called her that since they were undercover together, almost five years ago now.

Sweetheart. Oops. Tony hadn't meant to say that. It just kind of slipped out.

"Don't make me call you my Little Hairy Butt again, Tony," she warned, not being able to help smiling.

"How do you know I haven't shaved it? You did say it would be a 5/5 if I did."

"So you shaved to make me more attracted to you?" she teased.

"Is it working? I'm just getting that vibe from you." He was being sarcastic now.

Ziva said nothing.

Tony felt bad for the crap he had put Ziva through about her Miami friend. He decided to be a gentleman about it, although he still wasn't going to apologise.

He waited for the right time, so he didn't have to bring up the subject on his own. He decided the time she emailed him would be a good place.

"Is that your friend?"

Ziva looked at him. "As a matter of fact, yes."

"I'd sure like to meet him someday."

That'd be interesting, Ziva thought.

"Let me ask you something, Tony: if and when you meet my friend, and I do really mean if, what would you say?"

"Oh, well," he chuckled. "Be careful! Uh, handle with care. Contents: priceless."

She'd never admit it, but even the little compliments she got from him meant a lot to her, and even though he could be a royal pain, he meant a lot to her too.

She probably should have said thanks, in one form or another, but instead she just told him goodnight and left, knowing he was going to try and hack her email again. But she wasn't worried. She had her security system, and if that failed, she could think of plenty of ways to scare him into stopping.

A/N: Was it OK? Please review! I'm not going to school tomorrow—I have a cold. Anyway, maybe reviews would make me feel a little better?