"Do you think they can handle it?" Jenny Asked Gibbs one night, whilst they were watching the apartment's surveillance. It was nearly 3 am, and both Gibbs and Jenny were in MTAC and had had enough coffee to sink a small ship.

"Of course. They're good agents." Gibbs answered as he sipped his drink.

"That's not what I meant." Jenny looked at him, and tilted her head to the side a little, causing her hair to fall over her shoulder. It wasn't an intentional act, but it made Gibbs look at her and remember Paris.

"I know. Like I said, they are good agents. They won't make the mistake of falling for each other."

"Have you not seen how they are Jethro? Doesn't it remind you of another couple?" She smiled at him, but her face fell when she saw Gibbs' face. 'It's a shame' she thought. 'He used to have such a lovely smile, only no one sees it anymore.'

"Go home Jen. I can watch them. You need rest."

"Don't forget who the director is Special Agent Gibbs. You cannot tell me when to go home." Jen had slipped into her role as Director of NCIS so easily and so quickly, that it still shocked Gibbs when she went into 'director' mode.

"Just a suggestion Jen." Gibbs smiled as he sipped some more coffee. "Just a suggestion."

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Tony had been tossing around in bed for the past hour, attempting to sleep. They had agreed that Tony was to stay at weekends, to keep up the 'boyfriend-girlfriend' facade, but on the one condition, that he stayed in the guest bedroom. He was fine with that however, it didn't block out Ziva's snoring.

"Argh! Shut up!" He hissed to himself as he thrashed about. He was surprised, when Ziva's snoring did stop. He smiled to himself, and rolled over, looking forward to some sleep. He was asleep when Ziva's snores had started again and his dream began to take over his mind...

"Come on! 1,2,3, 4" He panted as he pumped the chest in a vain attempt at CPR. "Breathe!" He blew into the mouth, and listened for any signs of breathing.

"...Gone Tony...Sorry." Gibbs' hand rested on his shoulder and he was suddenly falling through a thick fog, trying to find them.

"This is stupid!" He shouted. "Who the hell am I looking for? Who died?" And then he saw her. His angel.

"Whoa!" Tony yelped as he sat up. It was still dark and he looked over to the glowing clock on his bedside table.

"5:00 am!" He groaned.

"Tony?" Ziva whispered as she crept round the door.

"Uhh?" Tony whined.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you? I've just come back from my jog, and I tried to be quiet."

"What?! You went for a jog? Alone? At 5:00am? What time did you get up?" He sat upright. What if the serial killer had come after her? She wouldn't be able to protect herself.

"Calm down Tony. I am a Mossad assassin! I can take care of myself" She had gotten very good at reading his mind lately and it was kinda creeping him out. "And I got up at 0400." She smiled.

"Yeah, well I think you're nuts." Tony muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. However, she ignored his comment.

"I am just about to make breakfast. You want some?"

"Err no! I want to go back to sleep!" He cried. "Now, would you mind... Leaving me alone!"

Ziva backed out of the door. She sat in the living room with her pancakes and ate quietly whilst thinking about the mission. It had been going well, and they had spoken to all the people in the building, subtly letting them know that Tony worked with the Navy. She sighed heavily and carried on with her breakfast.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Tony said softly as he sat next to her.

"They're not worth that much!" She laughed. He smiled and watched her as she ate.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing." Tony shrugged. "Don't worry." She smiled and rolled her eyes. A DiNozzo trick again. Tony however, was confused. He had never felt what he was feeling for Ziva before. Maybe it was the dream, or living so close to her all the time but his stomach seemed to jump every time her eyes met his and he found himself looking at her for no reason. He stood up suddenly and went to his room to get changed. He ran his fingers through his hair. He had a track record for falling in love on the job, but he refused to hurt himself and another person like that again.

"It's just the dream Tony. Screwed up your mind a bit." He muttered to himself. "Just the dream" He repeated.

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Gibbs came round at 0900 that morning to brief the two agents.

"Hey Boss!" Tony called as he sat down. "I'm so glad to see you! She has been driving me nuts, I mean..." Gibbs stared at him. "Shutting up Boss."

"Morning Gibbs. We have no news I'm afraid. No comments or anything." Ziva reported as she took a casual position on the sofa next to Tony. Gibbs looked at the placement of their positions; close and leaning towards each other, but didn't say anything about it.

"You'd better have something better than that for me David. You've been here over a week, and you have nothing!" Gibbs yelled.

"Well I think it's Mrs Newton upstairs." Tony said casually.

"Yes, excellent input Tony! She is 80 something, with 4 cats!" Ziva threw her arms out as she stood up.

"Well her grand daughter used to be married to a Navy guy. I could interview her if you want Boss?" Sarah Newton was a 29 year old, with long blonde hair and even longer legs.

Ziva grunted as she walked out into the kitchen. Typical Tony. She'd thought he'd change after Jeanne, but obviously, she was wrong.

"What's wrong with her Boss?" Tony laughed.

"You want advice, DiNozzo? Don't piss off the assassin. She knows where you sleep."