Heyy! I know, it's been forever...and I'm sorry. I'm in school, I'm working, and I'm doing photography. Pshyeah, I stay busy. So, therefore, this chapter was written quickly...and there is probably a few mistakes around. But I do hope you enjoy, and I promise I am going to try and do better with the updating. :)

"Agent DiNozzo?"

Tony looked up at the tall, long-haired blonde that stood in the middle of the busy airport. "Yeah?" He said, a look of confusion on his face.

She let out a sigh and smiled, holding out her hand for him to shake, "Hi. Welcome to Tampa. I'm Special Agent Melanie Bowen." Tony then smiled, shaking the woman's hand before she continued. "That your only bag?" She asked. Tony nodded, "Okay then. Let's go." Tony followed her out of the airport and into the Chevy Tahoe. "How was your flight?" She asked.

Tony looked at her, "It was okay." She smiled and turned her attention back to the road. It was silent for about five minuets, until Tony decided to break it, "So uh, how did you know I was me?"

She looked at him and smiled, "You just look like a cop."

Tony chuckled, "I do?"

"Yeah."

"No offense but I find it hard to believe that you knew who I was with just a look."

"Isn't someone like that good to have on a team?" Tony looked at her the way Gibbs looked at him sometimes, to get to the truth.

She laughed, "Okay, fine. I guess I should start off good with you, since you are my boss. I was shown a picture of you. Our senior agent asked me to pick you up."

Tony smiled and looked down at his phone, "You're the probie?"

"No, not really. Even though Steven still calls me that. Alan is our Probie though. He's only been with us a year."

Tony nodded, "Steven, Melanie, and Alan."

"And Agent DiNozzo."

He chuckled, "Temporarily."

She stopped at a stoplight and watched as he typed a text message. "Already want to get back home?"

"Didn't want to come in the first place." He mumbled. He shut his phone after the screen read 'Message Sent'.

She looked over at him again. "Then, if you don't mind me asking, why did you accept the job?"

Tony sighed deeply, "I didn't really have a choice. Are we almost there?" He was already tired of the woman, and he wanted to get the awkward ride over with. Not to mention that the only thing his mind was on was Ziva David.

A small smile was still plastered on her face, "Yeah. We're almost there. We'll get you introduced to the team and let you get settled in at your desk, then, someone will take you to your apartment."

Tony nodded and took a deep breath. He stared out the window and one thought ran through his mind: 29 days, 7 hours, 52 minutes, and 36 seconds to go.

Damn it.

Ziva had successfully avoided Timothy McGee all morning. She'd got there before him because she went straight to work after dropping Tony off at the airport, which was all too early. When Tim got there he gave her a simple nod and went to his desk.

It was silent for a long time before Gibbs walked into the bullpen, informing them that he had a meeting with the director and SECNAV, and he wouldn't be back for a while. After he left, she felt McGee looking at her, so she quickly announced that she was going to the break room for a snack, and thankfully, when she got back he had disappeared to Abby's lab.

When Tim returned, it wasn't five minutes until Gibbs blew through and said that they had a case.

She had done all this for the one simple reason of knowing that when she could no longer avoid him, that he would start asking questions about Tony. And that was a subject she didn't want to talk about.

Because he had only been gone for a few hours, and she missed him already.

She scoffed at her thought as the team minus one made their way to a Petty Officer that had been shot. What was she doing? She was missing him already? And it hadn't even been 8 hours?

Was she turning soft?

Her phone made a noise in her pocket and she quickly took it out, smiling as she looked at the front screen.

It was from Tony.

She was turning soft.

"Take that if you want, Ziva. We'll wait. He's not going anywhere." She stuffed the device back in her pocket.

"It's a text message Gibbs. It can wait."

"Then read it."

She looked at him harshly and spoke slower this time. "It can wait."

"Are you sure?" Gibbs asked sarcastically. He stared at her for a few more seconds and then returned to the dead body in front of him.

McGee looked up at her as he grabbed a piece of trash to bag and tag, "What's up with him?" He asked her softly.

Ziva only shrugged her shoulders and returned to taking pictures.

When they finished with the crime scene, Ziva's text message that was burning a hole through her pocket still had to wait, as she was forced to drive, because Tim wanted to check out the dead guy with laptop.

But that was hard to do because she drove...well...like Ziva.

McGee let out a sigh as they pulled into the truck's spot at the Navy Yard.

"Now that I can actually see, I'll get some information on this guy." Ziva chuckled to herself as she got out of the truck, "Have you ever thought about maybe taking a drivers eduacation class?" McGee asked her.

"Why would I need such a class, McGee?"

"Because it would help you with your driving, Ziva."

"My driving is fine. I have never had a wreck." McGee responded with a doubting look, "Okay, I have only wrecked 4 times. But they were not my fault."

McGee nodded, "Thought so."

Much to Ziva's relief, McGee's phone rang with Gibbs' booming voice on the other end. She briefly wondered what got his socks in a twist but then realized that she was alone and could read her text message.

A huge smile spread across her face as she read his message.

Maybe this would work after all.

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