It was beautiful, sunny day…the NCIS bench boos as three runs score for the FBI.

"Way to go, McGee."…Tony stood in the middle of baseball diamond, wearing a black NCIS shirt, his NCIS hat backwards, wearing shades. He shook his head, looking pissed.

"Ha-Ha! And you actually thought you were gonna win this time, DiNozzo!"…Agent Sacks gloated, laughing, pointing at the scoreboard, which read: FBI 7, NCIS 4.

Tony groaned, not looking at Sacks.

"It's not over yet, Tony."…McGee said, trying to sound chipper.

"You're in right field, McGee."

"Why?"…McGee said, looking distraught…"Just because I made one error?"

"Just one error! This inning, Probie! And that error gave up 3 runs!"…Tony looked back towards right field…"Black Lung, you're in at catcher for McError."

Palmer runs in, moving past a saddened McGee…"Sorry Agent McGee."…McGee sighed, moving into right field.

"Anthony, did you really need to be that hard on the lad?"…Ducky spoke softly, lifting his cap, shooing away a fly, walking in from first base.

"When's the last time NCIS beat the FBI?"

"Your first year, if I remember correctly."

"That's right."…Tony turned, looking at Ziva, who stood in her position, playing second base…"You wanna win, don't ya, Zee-vah?"

"I hate losing."…Ziva quickly answered.

"See…she wants to win!"…Tony pointed towards her.

"I remember once playing when I was a lad, we played for 5 days, usually 10-12 hours a day…we ended up with over 600 runs! Aww, cricket…"…He started to lightly laugh.

"Ducky, does this look like cricket to you? 600? I'd settle for 8!"…Tony interrupted his laughter.

"DiNozzo!"

Tony swung around, looking at Gibbs…"Yeah, Boss?"

"Shut up and give me the ball, maybe we can get out of this inning."

"Heh."…Tony looked at the batter's box; Sacks stood gripping his bat, Tony turned, moving back to short… "Man on first, one down and Sacks is about to hit into a double play."…Tony stopped, resting his hands on his knees…"Bean him in the head for me, Boss…please…I'm beggin' ya!"

The umpire lifted off his mask…"Okay, enough of that stuff."

"It's not like I meant it, Ump! Well, I did, but anyway..."…Tony moved a little to his left as Gibbs delivered the ball towards the plate, Sacks swings and hits it, driving it between 1st and 2nd base, Ziva dives, catching the ball on the hop, she stands tossing it to Tony as he covered second, the runner was coming hard, Tony steps on the bag, leaping over the sliding man, tossing a perfect throw to Ducky at first.

"DiNozzo and David do it again!"…Tony laughed loudly, running towards Sacks…"4-6-3 double play, baby…put that in your pipe and smoke it, Slacks!"

Sacks once again pointed at the scoreboard…"Look at the scoreboard, DiNozzo."…He smirked…"Wanna say something now, huh?"

"Other than you suck? Nope."

Sacks held two fingers in the air…"Two down, 1 to go and we win."

Tony grunted, moving back to the dugout…"Who's up?"

"McGee."

"What are you today, McGee?"

"0 for 3."

"Ok, this is what I want you to do, McGee…lean in, let the ball hit you."

"What? Why?"

"Do you want to win?"

"Yeah."

"Then take one for the team, McGee!"

"Uh, isn't there any other way?"

"Come on, take one for the team!"…Other teammates start to pressure him along side Tony.

McGee sighs…"Okay."…McGee grabs a bat and moves to the batter's box.

Sacks stood on the pitcher's mound…"It's McGee, bring the outfield in!"…He laughed.

"Don't listen to him, McGee…I have on good authority, he still lives with his mom."

McGee turns back laughing…"Really?"

"Yeah, Slacks…we want a pitcher, not a mommy itcher!"

Sacks grips the ball and throws it as hard as he can, McGee leans forward, the ball hits him in the middle of the back as he turns away.

"Ow!"…McGee yelled, falling to the ground.

"Take your base!"…The ump yelled, pointing to first.

"Way to take one for the team, McGee!"…Tony clapped…"Who's next?"

"Gibbs."

"Boss…"

"I'm not taking one for the team, DiNozzo."

"Heh."

Gibbs moves to the batters box and kicks at the dirt with his right foot…Sacks winds and throws towards the plate, Gibbs swings, sending a line drive into right field.

McGee stood on first base as Gibbs ran towards him.

"Run, McGee!"…The whole team yelled, jumping off the bench…he stumbled as he headed towards second base, but make it just in front of the throw.

"They didn't play baseball in Cambridge, McM.I.T.?"…Tony asked, throwing his hands into the air in frustration.

Ziva walked towards the plate, Tony jogged over to her…"I want you to bat left handed."

"Why?"

"I want you to bunt."

"Bunt?"

"You're small, fast and sexy…bunt the hell out it, Zee-vah…we need you on base."

Ziva shrugs as she moves to the left hand batters box and digs in…she looks up and Tony starts touching himself on his chin, then shoulder, then the bill of his cap.

"What the hell are you doing, Tony?"…Ziva asked, with an odd look on her face.

"They're called signals, Zee-vah."

"Huh?"

"Heh. I forgot, we don't have signals."…Tony grabs his crotch, pulling upwards.

Ziva rolls her eyes…"Idiot."

"Wait, ump…time."…Tony said, taking a step towards Ziva, waving her over.

"Come on, DiNozzo…some of us have lives."…Sacks complained vigorously.

Ziva walks to Tony…"Do you know what bunting is?"

"Of course I do…actually no, I don't."…Ziva admitted.

"No problem."…Tony moved behind Ziva, wrapping his arms around her, he slid his left hand to hers and moved them down the length of the bat…"Then you tap the ball into play and run your ass off."…He turned his head; her face was inches from him…"Understand?"

"Mm-hmm."…She smiled.

He pulls away, slapping her on the ass…"Be the ball, Zee-vah…be the ball."

"From Caddyshack, yes?"

"Heh."

"We are not playing golf, though, Tony."

Tony shrugs…"Be the bat?"…He said with a smile.

Ziva laughs, moving back into the batter's box.

"McGee!"

McGee looked at Tony…"Yeah?"

"When Ziva hits it…run!"

He nodded.

Sacks stood away from Ziva…"Easy out, guys."…He turns, Ziva was staring at the ball in his hand, he started to wave it around; her eyes followed it the whole time. He winds up and throws the ball.

Ziva slides her hand down the bat and bunts the ball down the third base line and runs as fast as she can towards first as the FBI catcher moved to the ball, picking it up, but Ziva beats the throw.

"I think I love you, Zee-vah!"…Tony smiled big, shaking his fists as he brought them upward.

"Really?"…Ziva responded, looking at Tony…"Tony?"

"I'll love you even more, if you score, Zee-vah!"…Tony turned, grabbed a bat, sliding his sunglasses off, he breaths on the lenses and cleans them with the front of his shirt, he sets the nose piece on the tip of his nose…he quickly turned back towards the field grinning ear to ear…"Uh oh…here comes the pain, bitches!"…Tony twirled the bat with his right hand walking towards the batters box; he looks at Sacks and snarled.

"Too much Star Wars, DiNozzo!"…Sacks said, baiting him.

"Your ass, my foot will be in."…Tony said, impersonating Yoda.

"Whatever, DiNozzo!"

Tony digs in, placing the bat on his right shoulder, Sacks winds and pitches, Tony watches as it passes by him…"Strike!"…The ump yelled.

Sacks laughs…"Too fast for ya, huh, DiNozzo?"

"You've never driven with Ziva, have you?"…He laughed, getting an evil look from Ziva, which makes him stop…"Never mind."

"Ha, scared of her DiNozzo?"

"Heh. You mean, you aren't?"…Which made Ziva smile.

Sacks groaned, waving his glove at him…"Here comes the terminator…if you hit it, you can re-name it."…Sacks yelled as he threw the ball.

Tony just stood there, letting the ball pass him by…"Strike two!"…The ump yelled.

"How Major League II of you, Slacks!"

"What the hell are you doing, Tony!"…People started to yell from the bench.

"All I need is one pitch, guys…no worries."…Tony turned back, letting out a confident smile.

Ziva was laughing as she stood on first base, Agent Langer was standing next to her; they were talking and joking around.

Tony cocked his head looking at them and for reason, it was pissing him off, jealousy has reared its evil head, once again.

Tony moved his neck from side to side, cracking it. He grips the bat tightly with his left hand, he looks at Sacks, pushing his sunglasses back to the bridge of his nose with his right hand. He them places his right hand next to his left on the bat, he brings the bat back, slightly lifting his right elbow, waving the bat slowly into the air…"Pitch…bitch!"

Sacks rears back and throws the ball as hard as he can…Tony lifts his front leg and swings, hitting the ball high and deep into the air, he stood watching as the ball flew over the left-center field. He lifts his hands into the air…"Game…OVA!"…He grinned, watching the ball land beyond the chain length fence.

The NCIS team leaps off the bench and started to scream as Tony jogged around the bases…reveling in it, he tosses the bat to Langer…"Nice hit, huh?"…He smirked, turning around, running backwards towards second.

"Yeah, not bad…we'll get you next time."…Langer replied.

"Heh. Yeah…maybe next time."

Ziva steps on home plate, as Tony turns, rounding second base. Multiple cell phones start to go off.

"Gear up!"…Gibbs yelled, lifting his cell to his head.

"No, Boss…NOOOOOOO!"…Tony stepped on third and moved towards home plate, Ziva was still standing on it.

"We tied, yes?"…Ziva smiled…"We did not lose!"

Tony sighs…"I didn't get to score."

"Aww, poor Tony."…She moved her hand to Tony's face and lightly tapped it multiple times and chuckled.

"Maybe next time, DiNozzo!"…Sacks yelled.

"God, I hate him."…Tony groaned.

Ziva chuckled, grabbing Tony's hand.

Tony looked at his hand…"You need me to escort you to the little girl's room or something? Heh."

Ziva pulls away…"Uh, uh…Gibbs said gear up."…She runs towards the parking lot.

Tony snarled…"I hate the FBI."

"Tony!"…Ziva yelled, looking back at him.

"I'm coming, I'm coming…it's like I'm married sometimes. Jeez."…Tony started towards the parking lot.

A couple days later…

Ziva walked towards a crime scene, her bag flung over her right shoulder, she walked past a laughing Tony with a dark haired attractive woman; his notepad was out.

She walks past him, moving under a police line…"Sorry, I am late, Gibbs…I overslept."

Gibbs takes a drink of his coffee…"Overslept? You?"

"It will not happen again…where do you need me?"

"Help DiNozzo, Petty Officer went missing."

She turned, looking at the still flirting Tony; the brown hair woman was smiling and laughing with him…"I do not think he needs my help."

"Did that sound like a suggestion, Ziva?"

Ziva huffed, turning back towards him, she walked to him; she stopped…"You are supposed to interview a witness with your mouth, not your penis, yes?"…She lowered her head, moving past them.

"What did she say?"…The woman asked stunned.

Tony looked at Ziva as she walked away, he quickly moves to her, grabbing her arm…"What's wrong?"

Ziva sighs…"Nothing."

"Talk to me."

"Why, you can not see anything."…She pulls away.

"I can't see…what?"…Tony raises his hands…"Huh?"

Ziva stopped; then continued on, shaking her head.

The next morning, the elevator dings, the doors open, Ziva walks out wearing her blue coat and a matching blue bandana laughing, talking on her cell phone.

She moved towards her desk, Tony was sitting at his, his head down, writing something…she chuckles loudly…"How cute."

Tony's head didn't move, he continued to write.

She turned away from him, walking behind her desk…"I must go…I will talk to you tonight, yes?"…She smiled…"Okay, shalom."…She closes her phone; setting it on her desk…she looks at Tony as she unbuttons her coat.

"Ziva…a word, please."…Jenny said, standing on the balcony, then moved into her office.

Ziva runs upstairs, moving through the doorway to Jenny's office.

Tony lifted his head, seeing Ziva's cell phone on her desk. He looks behind him as he quickly rose from his desk and moves over to her desk, picking up her phone, he flips it open, clicking a few buttons…"Last call: Langer."…Tony snarled.

The elevator dings, Tony snaps the phone closed, setting it back down as fast as he can. He steps back to his desk as Gibbs steps off taking a drink of his coffee.

"Morning, Gibbs…what's the news on the case?"

"False alarm, the petty officer showed up alive."…Gibbs slides past him on his way to his desk.

"Always a good thing, Gibbs."

"You two work out your problems?"…Gibbs sat down at his desk.

"Boss?"

"You and Ziva."

Tony shrugs…"What exactly did I do, Boss?"

Gibbs looks up…"How do I freakin' know, but fix it!"

Tony groans as Ziva made her way down the stairs, she moves behind her desk, taking off her coat, revealing a blue hoodie with a large yellow M on her chest.

"Oh hell no!"…Tony exclaimed, looking at Ziva.

Ziva smiles, sitting down.

"Please tell me you didn't do that to me, Ziva."

"What?"…She looked at Tony, still smiling.

"That!"…He held his hands out towards her…"Your chest!"

Ziva looks down…"My chest?"…She looked at him oddly.

Tony sighed.

"Oh, you mean the M?"…She chuckles…"For Mossad, yes?"…She smirked.

Tony shook his head, moving towards the lounge.

McGee moved towards Ziva from the elevator area, he had been watching…"Nice. Not many things can piss off Tony, but Michigan is one of them."

"H-he is pissed?"

"Uh, yeah…he went to Ohio State, you have on a Michigan shirt, they hate each other, Ziva…isn't that what you wanted?"…McGee looked confused.

Ziva sighs, dropping her head into her desk, making a loud thud.

"Ouch, you okay?"

"I want to die."…Ziva groaned; she lifts her head and stands, walking towards the lounge. She arrives, but Tony isn't there, she takes her cell from her pocket and dials, but it goes straight to voicemail…"Ugh, not again!"

She moves to the vending machine, slamming her head against the plastic…"I love you!"...She spins, slamming her back against the machine; she slams her head and fists back, grunting loudly…"Damn it!"

Ziva was sitting, her elbows on her desk, her fingertips massages her forehead.

Gibbs hangs up his phone…"Ziva, take DiNozzo…"…He looks at Tony's desk..."Where the hell is Tony!"

Ziva lowered her hands…"Missing…again!"…She answered, disgusted.

"I'm here, Boss."…Tony said, moving from behind the stairs to his desk…"What's up?"

"Jamil Hussein, we got a warrant."

"Who?"

"Pick him up."…Gibbs handed a piece of paper to Ziva.

Tony grabs his Sig from his top drawer and moves towards the elevator…"Who?"…Tony looked at Ziva as they moved into the elevator.

She doesn't look at him; she extends her right hand up, holding the piece of paper in front of his face.

He snaps it away from her…"Thanks."…They both looked at each other squinting as the doors closed.

Tony and Ziva walk up to a door, he knocks on it…"So, you're dating Langer, huh?"

"What?"

"You know, FBI…the sworn enemy of NCIS."

"They are not our enemy, Tony…and it is none…"

The door starts to open…Tony lifts his badge…"Jamil Hussein?"

The man quickly tries to close the door; Tony shoves his foot into the crack…"Federal agent! We have a search warrant!"

"No one here."…The man said in broken English, kicking at Tony's foot.

Tony throws his shoulder into the door, knocking the door in and older man down, he steps in, drawing his Sig, he places his foot on the man's chest, training his Sig on the man's head…"Jamil Hussein?"

"Tony! He's like 80!"

"He assaulted a federal agent, he should be glad I didn't shoot his ass!"…Tony bends over, turning him over, placing the man in handcuffs, he kneels on his back, opening up the warrant…"Must be him, it says he's 76."…The man groans loudly.

Ziva slaps Tony on the back of the head…"You DO hate all immigrants!"

Tony stood, pulling up on man's arms, making him stand…"You're right, Ziva…I do…especially you."

"How could you say such a thing!"

Tony grunts, pushing the man out the door, he looks back at her…"Do you really, really want to know much I hate them, Ziva?"…Tony opens the backdoor of the Dodge Charger, he presses down on the man's head, placing him in the car; he slams the door shut.

"Yes, tell me!"…She yelled, with strain on her face and in her voice, standing about 10 feet from him.

Tony took a step towards her…"I hate them so much that I spent almost five hours being poked and prodded and stabbed just so an immigrant could spend one last moment with someone she cared about."…Tony lowers his head and sighed deeply…"And THAT Ziva is how much I hate immigrants."

"You did that for…Roy?"…Tears started to form in Ziva's eyes.

Tony slowly shook his head left to right…"No, I did it for you, Ziva."

She covers her face with her hands and starts to cry uncontrollably into her palms.

"Don't cry…please."…Tony moved to her, he gently puts his arms around her, pulling her into him…"Come on, Gibbs will think we stopped for a bloomin' onion at Outback if you keep cryin'"…He rubbed her back softly.

Ziva sniffles…"Can we?"

"Heh."…Tony slowly turned his head, looking back at the car…"I think Jamil might have a…"…Just then, the car explodes, sending Tony and Ziva crashing hard to the ground.