Slightly opening her eyes, Ziva instantly acknowledged that the summer was around the corner, as the warm rays of the morning's sun shone on her face.

She lifted her head from the pillow and smelt freshly made pancakes, hearing her stomach calling out for the food, she rose from the bed and slowly followed the smell. Turning the corner, she spotted Tony in the kitchen flipping some pancakes. He had the radio on in a low volume (mostly not to wake her up) and slightly swayed to the rhythm of the music, occasionally singing to the song. He was still oblivious to Ziva's eyes on him, as he used the spatula as a drumstick.

Oooooooooooooooh!
Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch
You know that I love you
I can't help myself
I love you and nobody else

Ziva lightly chuckled and just watched him. He turned around to reach for a hand cloth when he noticed her and somewhat jumped.

"Good morning Tony" she nodded. "Did I interrupt something Tony?" she smirked. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I, um made you breakfast" he mumbled.

"Thanks" she muttered and sat on one of his kitchen chairs.

He placed three large pancakes onto her place filled the empty mug with hot fresh coffee. He turned around and positioned the plate and cup on the table in front of her before he did the same with his own plate.

She smiled and took a sip of her coffee. "Mmmm, just the way I like it—thanks"

His smile widened as he consumed his pancake.

They eat in silence for a period until Tony asked the question that had been haunting him the entire night. "So—you remembered about our first conversation" he asked.

She looked at him with puzzled eyes.

"Ya'know, when I was pretending to be having phone sex?" he chipped in.

Her eyes lifted to meet his "pretending?"

"Yes. I was remembering my old partner," he said.

"What happened to him?"

"Her" he stated before he took a long pause. "She died—on the job" he sadly said and looked away.

Unknowably her hand reached for his and squeezed it. Her thumb rubbed his hand in a caring gesture. He glanced around the room before his eyes met hers. Their eyes locked and lingered; as the words, he wanted to say and the words she did not know of, were left untouched.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Good morning Abs" Timothy McGee asked as he walked through the forensics lab.

The scientist turned around and smiled coyly to him. "Hey Timmy"

He gave her the caf-pow he was holding and placed a light kiss on her cheek that made her cheeks plush to a warmish red at the spontaneous kiss.

"Sorry, I, I thought it was alri..."

"Don't worry Tim" her smile widened. "It's a nice greeting, you should do that more often" she grinned.

He nodded and mentally took a note of that comment. "How's Ziva's case going?" he asked.

"Fine actually. I was somehow able to trace all of the calls our suspect made from the booth and I believe I've found a number that could be his partners, the call was placed within minutes of each other, and when I followed the call, it appeared that the other person's location was merely four minutes away from the old offices. I rang the phone company and now I'm just waiting to hear back from them" she stated and took a deep breath.

He looked at her with amazement. "You are a genius!" he smiled and cupped her arms before his lips searched for hers in the heap of the moment. When he realised what he had done he immediately pulled away and apologised.

"McGee!" she exclaimed. He stopped apologising and stared at her. "Shut up!" she said and closed the distance between them as her lips collided with his. Her hands wrapped around his neck as she deepened the kiss. They only parted when air was an essential to keep them conscience.

"I should go...the boss...Gibbs is probably waiting for me" he said through heavy breathing. Her breath was just as heavy as his was, her chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Sure" she whispered, still shocked at the unexpected moment. He nodded and walked out towards one of many interrogation rooms.

When he reached the elevators he pushed the button and waited for the doors to slide open, he stepped in with a smile, as his lips still tasted like hers.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The rest of the morning had gone rather quickly for both Tony and Ziva as they chatted about his childhood, something that he won't do with the normal Ziva. They laughed and shared their memories. (At least the ones Ziva remembered).

Her laughter filled the room as she told him another story. "I was little and my mum made me a dress for my first ever date. I remember being so excited" she smiled at the memory and took a sip of his coffee.

"I bet you looked beautiful," he said.

She waved it off.

"I'm serious Zee"

Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at him. "This is going to sound a little weird, because I can't really remember you and the way we were, but I'm—glad..." she sighed. "I mean I feel like we were never this open to each other"

He lightly chuckled.

"Forget it" she sighed. "I knew you won't understand, I don't even know why I jumped on top of you when I tried to protect you from a ricocheting bullet. I mean, I did a nice thing, and all you said was why was I still on top of you?!" she exclaimed, she opened her mouth to speak, but was stopped by his finger onto her lips. "You remembered that?" he asked.

Her eyes widened in shock. "I guess I did!" she said and glared at him "I also remembered that I'm still mad at you for laughing at my head to heart comment"

"It's heart to heart. And I did not laugh. I just found it—cute" he commented.

"I am not cute! I am an assassin! I am not cute," she stated.

"Sweetcheeks? You're no longer an assassin; you are an NCIS agent…a probie"

"What!?"


A/N: How was that people? Please (I beg you) review and feed Molly her ego is at all times low.

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