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He approached her slowly, trying to take in every little detail of her before he says a word. He noticed a lot more about her from up close. Such as how she was not really wearing much make up but still looked beautiful, how instead of wearing mounds of jewelry like most girl she had one simple necklace that would not take the beauty away from her. This only made him more nervous about introducing himself. "Hey I am Tony" He trembled at the start before his DiNozzo charm kicked in.

For a moment she just stared at him unsure of what to do or say next. He began frantically trying to find the perfect words to say to her. He settled on some lame pick up line but before he could voice the words he had said so many times before to attract a girl, she had called over the bartender. "One more drink please and a beer for my friend." She instructed before turning to smile at him. At first he was a little shocked but a smile crept onto his face. "My name is Ziva, Ziva David".

They both stood there for what felt like an eternity staring at each other with a look of contempt on their faces. She had not excepted him to be this good looking or charming she thought to herself. But her only experience with American men was watching reruns of old American sitcoms as a child with her brother Ari between lessons that would either consist of combat training or some sort of mental task. Luckily Tony pulled her out of her train of thoughts to ask her if she would like to sit with him at the table in the corner of the bar.

She accepted and they made there way to the corner table which was located close enough to the bar to make it easy to retrieve drinks but far enough away from his friends so that they would not make him nervous. At first the conversation was slow with just the odd line about the weather being the only thing to fill the silence between them.

But as the night went on they both began to relax and the words seem to come so easily to them. They spoke about a whole range of things from there ambitions in the future to a deep discussion about what was there favorite movie in which Tony seemed to take a bit to seriously. They also spent a long time talking about their family. She had mainly been vague but she had let it slip that her mother had died when she was a young age. He had been through the same thing which made her feel a lot more comfortable as the common response was just people apologizing for her loss. But no he understood how she felt, how they don't need sympathy just someone who could discuss it without getting uncomfortable or feeling sorry from them.

By closing time they had only gone through a couple of drinks due to the fact they had spent the majority of the night chatting away about one thing or another. Tony was in the middle of explaining why Daniel Craig's portrayal of James Bond did not live up to the standards set by more iconic actors such as Sean Connery when the bartender had interrupted to ask them to leave.

Ziva had barley noticed the time passing. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach from knowing what she had to do next. They stepped out of the bar door into the cool September air and she began to shiver. "Here take my jacket" he pulled of his coat and placed it round her shoulders letting his hands linger for a moment before pulling away. "We can go to-" she began but hesitated. "I would love to," he stated knowing what she wanted to say.

They began to walk in the direction of her motel. He reached for her hand and laced his fingers through hers; She felt a shiver run down her back from the immediate warmth his hand brought. "You know I still can't get over the fact that you have never seen a James Bond film," he mumbled after comfortable silence had seemed to take over for a minute or two. "Like I said Tony I much prefer books to movies" she admitted. "I get that but this is a classic," he argued.

Even though his constant movie quotes were annoying she found it kind of endearing how passionate he was about movies. The thoughts cause her to start to smile to herself; thinking about how cute his face was during their earlier film conversation. "Anything you would like to share Ziva David" his eyebrow had risen while his eyes were studying her face waiting for an answer. "I just think this country is breathtaking" She lied not wanting her true feelings to show. He seemed to buy her answer as he turned his focus back to the street in front of them.

They stopped in front of the door of the building she was staying in. He used his hand that was not holding onto hers to sweep a stray piece of hair that had fallen on to her face, behind her ear. Their eyes locked together and both of their hearts began to beat at an increased rate. He felt a spark run through his body. She began to bight at her lip causing his heartbeat to be knocked up another notch before he couldn't take the suspense anymore. He leant down and kissed her on the lips starting of slowly before kissing her more deeply.

At first she just let herself melt into him before she realized what she was doing. With in that moment she knew she was to attached to go through with killing him now. She knew she had developed feelings for him, feelings that could never be pursued especially once he discovered who she was and why she was there. As soon as she could find the strength she pushed him away placing her hand on his chest. He looked at her his faced filled with confusion.

"I'm sorry I can't" was all she managed to whisper before taking off in the direction of the door. He suddenly felt his heart sink; not knowing what he had done wrong and suddenly missing the warmth her body brought.

AN: Hey guys thank you for whoever reviewed or followed :) I wanted to get this up as quickly as possible because the first chapter was so short I hope you enjoy it and if you do please tell me I would love to know and if not I would love to know too so I can improve it thank you guys :D