My own challenge I designed to work on my writing speed and creativity. One-Shots. I write in German and English often but I never bring out Hebrew. So, my plan is to go into my old Hebrew books and randomly pick out a word every day for thirty days. Can you guess the pairing?

Mazgan (mahz-gahn) :air conditioner

"DiNozzo! You stay where you are until your orders change. You got that?" His boss commanded right into the very special agent's ear before he hung up.

"Got it. Boss." He stared at the phone to see he had been disconnected and grunted in frustration. It was hot, humid, and the only thing in close enough radius to this wood cabin that would cool him off was either a cold shower or to find the magic mechanic skills that would fix the broken air conditioning unit in the window.

"Ziva!" He called out from his chair, gun holstered to his hip. There was no answer. He rubbed his face and checked his phone for any messages from his partner. There were none. He got up in a huff and walked out onto the porch. "Ziva?"

His anger level rose a bit and sharply turned around to walk back in and get his backpack, when he ran into someone before he could get his eyes on the door. "You called?", the woman asked so slyly. Always one step ahead of him; a silent ninja he often refers to her.

"Where were you?"

"Out."

"Out where?" She shrugged, not answering the question. "This shack is only 800 square feet and has no back door, how did you get out? "

"It has windows." She corrected.

"You crawled through the windows?"

She laughed and took a seat on the couch. Tony's mood started to lighten up knowing he was no longer alone. Even if she was conveniently infuriating, he did enjoy her company. "Never said that."

"Then how did you…never mind" He quit while he was still ahead. "I don't know how much longer I can take this."

"What can you not take, Tony?" She asked blankly.

"This heat. It's been like five hours and the suspect should've shown his face hours ago. I say it's a bust."

"Well, Gibbs wants us here. All we can do is wait and keep our eyes sliced."

"Peeled. Keep our eyes peeled."

Her brows furrowed. "Why would you want to peel someone's eyes?"

He stood up and walked over to Ziva, "Why would you slice someone's eyes?"

She leaned her head back to look straight up at Tony. Always correcting her, always questioning her. She always battled with how much she liked it and how she liked him.

"The A/C's out." He said sadly, taking a seat a foot away from Ziva.

"I know. Tried to fix it." She pulled her jacket off and took out an unfamiliar wire and plug from her pocket and tosses it on the table in front of them.

"Ziva! If you couldn't fix a printer, what makes you think you could fix a household appliance?"

"Eh! I hate machines!"

He threw his hands in the air, "Exactly!"

She snarled at him then reached for the hem of her shirt.

"What are you doing?" He asked absolutely puzzled.

"I'm hot."

"Well, I know you are but.."

In one move, she took her outer shirt off and tossed it to the side. Tony was relieved (and disappointed) that she had a black tank top underneath.

"Better." She signed in contentment.

"Yeah, well, not for me."

"Hm?"

"I'm the one who has to resist the urge to look down that skimpy top of yours." After realizing what he just said, he laughed wryly.

Ziva looked him up and down, then grinned at his uneasiness. Tony couldn't tell what in the world she was thinking; did she want to kill him or kiss him? Shit.

"Well," She spoke thickly, "That didn't stop you yesterday. Now did it?"

He moved in close, putting his left hand over her hair, "We weren't on the job yesterday."

"Yes. I know." She purred and poked at his chest.

"You're making this hard on me." He begged.

Her eyes scanned his body, "I can tell."

"That's not what I meant." His voice got deeper and slower in her ear.

The tension built and only an inch or two existed between them. Then the phone rang from his pants pocket. They both shared a look before he answered it.

"McGee tracked Reines phone. Metro just picked him up. You can finally come on back DiNozzo."

"Uh, I think me and Ziva.." He looked at this beautiful figure in front of him, "We, uh, might'a found something here, boss. Could be nothing...We should be back in a couple hours."

"You've got one." The line clicked dead.

"That works."