Ziva stepped out of the elevator the next morning and walked to her desk. She looked over at Tim, and then Gibbs and smiled slightly, "Shalom, everyone."

"Morning." Was Tim's reply.

"Good morning." Gibbs said, but continued to stare at her. After setting her purse down, she turned back to Gibbs.

"Yes Gibbs?"

Jethro stood from his desk and walked over to her.

"You okay?" He asked quietly.

Ziva nodded, "I am fine, Gibbs."

"You said that already."

"It is the truth. I am fine." She said again, this time slower.

He stared at her for several more seconds and then returned to his desk, typing a few keys on his keyboard and then taking a sip of his coffee before his phone rang. She looked across to Tony's desk and was not at all surprised to learn that he wasn't sitting in it yet.

He was, after all, Tony.

She smiled slightly at her thought and sat down in her chair, proceeding to turn on her computer when Gibbs' voice boomed again, "Don't get too comfortable, David. Dead marine. Grab you gear."

Ziva nodded and stood up, "I will call Tony."

"No, Ziva, you don't need to do that." Gibbs threw the keys to McGee, "Gas the truck."

"Yes boss." McGee passed Ziva's desk and Ziva turned to Gibbs, who was also passing her desk.

"I do not need to call Tony?"

Gibbs sighed, "No, come on."

Now Ziva was confused.

Why wasn't Tony invited to the crime scene? And then, standing at her desk, her mind was flooded with questions.

Did he tell Gibbs about the kiss?

Did Gibbs fire him?

She knew rule number twelve was serious, but was it that serious?

"David! Move it!" She snapped out of her thoughts and grabbed her NCIS issued backpack and ran to the elevator.

As she stood there in front of her boss, her heart raced. If Gibbs fired Tony, did that mean she would be fired as well?

And if Gibbs didn't fire Tony, where in the hell was he?

Ziva was suddenly very self-conscious around Gibbs. She felt as if he was staring at her, and watching her every move.

When the quiet elevator finally stopped at the garage, he walked out first and she followed, getting into the truck with McGee rather than the Charger with Gibbs.

The ride was silent until they made it out of the Navy Yard.

"McGee, have you seen Tony this morning?" She asked quietly.

McGee looked over at her, one eyebrow slightly raised. "Briefly." Was all he said. Ziva scoffed, for now, McGee was being weird. "What?"

"Where is he?" She asked, probably a little more quickly than she wanted to.

"I'm not sure. He was at his desk when I got to work. Right after I got there, I went to get a cup of coffee, I came back, and he was gone."

"Does Gibbs know where he is?"

McGee lifted one shoulder, "I asked him, he just gave me the stare. But Gibbs knows everything, so my guess is that he does know where he is." Ziva rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat. "Why are you so worried about Tony? It will be a quiet day without him. I kind of enjoy it, actually."

Ziva looked at him, "He is my partner, Tim." McGee rolled his eyes, "And when he is not at a crime scene, that means that two people will have to do the work of three. You know that as well as I do." She turned and looked out the window.

McGee looked at her and shook his head.

They were more than just 'partners'.

He knew it, Abby knew it, everybody knew it.

"Agent DiNozzo, the Director will see you now."

Tony sighed, "Finally." He muttered under his breath. He stood and walked into the Director's office, and something made his gut churn already.

He had got to work early specifically to see Ziva before anybody else did. But before he got to see the Israeli, Julie, the director's assistant, came down and summoned him upstairs. Reluctantly, he went, and had been sitting in the lobby since.

Julie kept apologizing for the wait, but would give him no clue as to what Leon wanted with him.

"Good morning, Agent DiNozzo. Have a seat." Tony gave him a quick smile and sat down in the chair in front of his desk. "I know you are curious as to why I called you up here."

Tony chuckled sarcastically, "Well Director, I assume that it's something to do with one of our female agents by the name of Sandra Wood. But I left her alone after she threatened to do some damage with her government-issued weapon she possess."

"And what, do you assume, that Agent Wood came to me about?"

Tony chuckled again, "She claimed that I was a stalker. But that is not true. I only asked her out once." Leon only stared at him, "Okay, it was more like four. But two times was asking her to get coffee across the street. So you can't technically count those."

Vance chuckled as he took the toothpick out of his mouth and walked over to the small table in the corner that contained a pitcher of water and several glasses.

Tony was rambling. He knew he was rambling. He didn't actually think that Sandra would go to the Director about the asking her out thing. She threatened to, but that threat had been made many times before, and no one had ever done it. And besides, he was over Sandy anyway.

The kiss that was shared between him and Ziva made him forget about any female in the past.

Ziva was the one he wanted.

And he finally had her.

But alas, his heart raced as he sat in Leon Vance's office. Scenarios were running through his head. Ones like Ziva went to Gibbs after that wonderful kiss and told him what happened. Gibbs went to Vance, and Vance had Julie get him to his office this morning. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat.

Now he was worried that he was there to discuss Ziva and their future relationship.

If he was, he may not have a job in a few minutes. Nothing was going to ruin this.

Nothing.