A/N: Hey ya'll! How was everyone's week? Sorry for the delay again (been really busy with school and all..) So here is your chapter 13! Enjoy!

Chapter 13

Tony struts into the bullpen happily, while a tired McGee quietly follows. However, upon sitting down in his desk, the older man's happy mood quickly vanishes when he looks across the bullpen.

A small, quirky woman who is furiously typing away on the computer in front of her is sitting in "Ziva's" desk. He slowly examines her; brunette, hair in a tight bun, glasses, and red lip stick. Tony raises his eyebrows in bewilderment and confusion. "Who are you?" he asks.

The woman stops what she is doing and gives Tony a welcoming but eerie smile. He already doesn't like her. "I'm-"

A grey haired man suddenly cuts her off when he enters the bullpen. "Your new partner, Dinozzo. Portia Addison."

Tony and McGee stare at Gibbs in disbelief. Tony knows that she has been gone for some time now, and by the looks of it, Ziva isn't coming back to NCIS any time soon. So the question is, why should a new partner bother him so much? Tony looks at McGee for some back up as to why having a new partner is a bad idea but the younger man is already making his way to greet the woman.

"C'mon, Tony. Just give her a chance. I know she's not Ziva but she seems like a good person. She has character," McGee tells him.

Portia cuts in, her squeaky voice barely audible."Ziva? Who's Ziva?"

Tony almost hissed at her. Even her voice is annoying. He sighs as he runs a hand over his face. "She's my old partner."

Portia's face suddenly turns pale. Her eyes go wide as she opens her mouth to speak however McGee saves her from misinterpreting what Tony said. "Oh no no, she's uh, not what you think. She's alive, I mean. She's just not with NCIS anymore."

"She will be soon though," Tony mutters.

"What was that?" Portia says from across the bullpen.

"Nothing."

"Tony what did you say?" Portia repeats.

"None of your business Portia," Tony spits out.

"Whatever."

Ziva mutters a curse in Hebrew when she gets another paper cut while scanning the returned novels. It's been her fourth.

Instead of all the paper cuts, and working in a quiet work space, sometimes Ziva would wonder what her life would be now if she didn't let go of the badge. Surely she would be maybe a little happier. This librarian job..it has served her well for the time being. However Ziva feels as if she is ready to get back in the field.

And that is what exactly she is going to do. Whatever it takes.

"So..Tony. You have a girl friend?" Portia asks all but innocently.

Tony dismisses the question as he makes his way to a suspect's door. When he prepares to knock, loud barks from the inside startles the duo. Tony knocks harder and yet, no answer. After inspecting the back entrance, the two concluded that their suspect is simply not home.

Retrieving back to the vehicle, Portia leans into Tony, repeating her question. "Tony, do you have a girl friend?"

He waves her off and sits at the wheel. Hearing the engine ignite, they drive back to the Navy Yard.

By the time it was 2200 hours, Tony opens up his apartment door and immediately heads into the kitchen to grab a cold beer.

Plumping his body onto the couch, he lazily flips through the channels from the television. A sudden noise from his pocket wakes him up a little. Expecting the call to be Ziva, he fishes for his phone and presses the answer button. "I've been waiting for your call. When are you coming over?"

"I can come by anytime sweetheart. Just give me the address and I'll be there," Portia flirts.

Her voice fully awakens Tony. God Dammit, Portia. Why the hell is she calling him so late? When he regains his senses, he takes a sip of his beer and continues. "Why are you calling me? And why so late?" He asks.

"Because silly, we're partners, aren't we? I just wanted to talk to you.. that's all. There isn't any harm in talking to your partner is there? Hmm?"

Tony shudders over the phone. Suddenly a knock from his door interrupts their conversation. "Listen, Portia. I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."

"But To-"

Tony closes his cell-phone and walks over to his door instantly smelling Thai food. When he opens up the door the corners of his lips tug upwards. "Ziva," he says as he crashes his lips with hers.

"I see you have missed me, yes?" she replies, their lips lingering.

Tony kisses her again then pulls back. "I miss you every time you're not here with me."

Making their way to the kitchen to set out the plates, Ziva opens her mouth to speak. "So who was on the phone?"

Tony snakes his arm around her waist, his head in the crook of her neck. Feeling him breathing on her neck makes her shiver. "What?" He muses.

"Who were you talking to on the phone?" She repeats, looking up at him, their eyes in a daze.

He untangles himself from her, immediately missing her warmth. "Gibbs, he assigned me a new partner. Her name's Portia."

She smiles instead of frowning due to her imagining how Tony could deal with a partner that is not herself.
"What's so funny?" he asks.

Ziva steps closer to him. "I am just trying to imagine you with a partner that is not me. That is all." Ziva smirks.

"It's true though. She's been getting on my nerves lately. I kinda wish she would resign, y'know?" Tony says.

"Who's going to be your partner then?"

"You" Tony mutters.

"Then maybe I should reapply to NCIS, yes?" Ziva smiles.

Tony's mouth hangs wide open. "Seriously"

"Yes. I have been thinking about this for a while, actually."

"Well then Ziva David, I hope you're ready to get back into the field," Tony says huskily.

Ziva moves even closer to him as he forces her back to face the counter. Their mouths barely far from each other. "I am looking forward to it, Agent Dinozzo."

In that moment Tony's lips meet with Ziva's as their tongues battle for dominance. Feeling Ziva's back to the counter, Tony picks her up and sits her butt on top of the counter as she wraps her legs securely around his waist, feeling him plant rough kisses against her neck. Tony nips at her ear, laughing as she squirms under his touch. When the need for oxygen is too much, they pull back. Their foreheads touching. "First, I need to meet this partner of yours. So we can set things straight," she whispers.

"Oh, this is going to be fun."

Woo, what's gonna happen to Portia? ;)
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