Disclaimer: NCIS belongs to the producers and Donald Bellisario, Taylor Swift and her songs belong to her not me.

A/N: I know what you are thinking. How the heck do you write an NCIS fic with a title called Taylor Swift? I'll tell you. I was driving in the car and the song Teardrops on My Guitar came on the radio and I realized how well this song fit during season 4 with Tony, Ziva and Jeanne. So that got me thinking about how these lyrics really spoke to Ziva and how Tony would find Taylor Swift silly and corny. Then I realized how much a lot of Taylor's other songs really fit Tony and Ziva and this little fic was born.

Each chapter is going to feature one song by Taylor Swift and will explain why it fits Tony and Ziva. I really do love Taylor Swift and I know a lot of people can relate to her songs. Just check it out. I hope you like it!

PS if you haven't listened to Taylor Swift, you need to! Check her out!

Oh and this is in no way related to Ripped From the Headlines, I'm still working on the follow up to that fic but with Exams coming up it might not be for a little while. I'll work on it during Christmas Break at the latest, I promise!

Taylor Swift

Chapter 1: Teardrops on My Guitar

"Where's the probie, Probie?" Tony asked as he sat down at his desk a bag of chips recently acquired from the vending machine in his hands.

McGee didn't even look up from his keyboard, "Copy machine," he told Tony, "Gibbs handed her another stack of paperwork…as if the hazing that you are giving her isn't bad enough."

"It is not hazing," Tony explained tossing a chip up in the air and catching it in his mouth, "It is a social ritual that explains who is the alpha, leader of the pack, the big dog, numero uno…"

"I guess that'd be Gibbs then," McGee said with a sly smile.

Tony glared at his friend, "Get back to work McGoogle."

Tim savored his victory but eyed the paperwork on his own desk in disgust, it was a hazard of the job, in between solving the cases of the naval officers of the United States there were always reports, court orders, and memos that needed to be done and none of it was considered to be fun.

Inspiration struck him as he eyed Ziva's empty desk, "I've got a date tonight," McGee said aloud.

"Well make sure you deflate her when you're done," Tony replied casually.

Tim rolled his eyes but ignored Tony's little joke, "You think I can get Ziva to do the paperwork on the Thompson's case."

"Absolutely not," Tony said and took a bit out of another potato chip.

"Why not?"

"Because the Probette is going to be busy doing my paperwork on the Thompson case," Tony grinned devilishly.

McGee gave Tony a challenging gaze, "Not if I get to her first."

Tony just continued to smile confidently, "Let me explain something to you McGee," he said as he rose from his desk to stand next to Tim's, "Torturing the new probie isn't just a simple matter of getting them to do what you want, it is deep seated psychological warfare. A warfare that I have refined to an art form."

"And that means?..."

Tony looked McGee right in the eye, "Don't even try to beat me McGee…you've only seen the tip of the iceberg of the tricks I could pull on you."

With a low chuckle Tony swept dramatically away from McGee's desk, having put the younger agent in his place now it was time to fulfill his own boredom and his eyes strayed toward Ziva's currently unoccupied desk.

She had been back at NCIS for over a month, her desk had been redecorated with her own little unique touches which meant that her things were littered the space. She hadn't spoken much about how her resignation from Mossad and her acceptance as an NCIS agent was doing on her family life but Tony could guess that it wasn't going over well. She also hadn't mention dating anyone since Michael Rivken so naturally Tony was curious about what was going on in the former Mossad Officer's life.

There was only one way to find out.

So Tony started to rifle through her draws and poking underneath the mountain of paperwork everyone had been dumping on Ziva since she had taken on the mantle of Probie. "Why are you snooping through Ziva's desk?" McGee asked.

Tony didn't even flinch but continued with his search, "I'm honing my investigative skills."

"By invading Ziva's privacy?"

Tony didn't reply but instead his fingertips brushed against Ziva's iPod which lay charging next to her computer. Looking at the device, Tony realized that he didn't know much about Ziva's taste in music, kind of surprising really since he knew Abby's favorite Goth rock bands, Tim's obsession with Barrie Manilow and Gibbs…well no one knew Gibb's taste in music if he had any at all.

He smiled at McGee brightly, "Look at what me and my investigative skills found."

McGee gave Tony a bored look, "Ziva's iPod…so?"

"So why don't we see what our favorite Israeli assassin listens to…the top ten best ways to decapitate someone maybe?" McGee didn't answer and Tony didn't care if he was interested or not. He thumbed through the iPod to the list of artists that Ziva had put on her player, there were a ton of Israeli artists that Tony didn't recognize, a pleasing surprise was Frank Sinatra, he was glad to see that Ziva had some taste in the music department but that thought was shattered only moments later when an unexpected name lit up the screen.

"Oh you've got to kidding me!" Tony exclaimed, partially with shock and partially with delight.

"What?!" McGee asked suddenly very curious as to what had Tony so excited.

"You are never going to guess who Ziva has on her iPod!"

"Tony!" The shrill sound of Ziva screaming as she spotted him from just outside the elevator made him whirl around, her iPod still clutched in his hand. "What are you doing?!"

"About to laugh my ass off," he admitted still chuckling gleefully.

"Give it back!" she said rushing over to her partner, ready to wrestle the device away from him.

Ziva was still holding a large stack of paperwork so Tony knew for the moment that he was safe from Ziva and her lethal weapon hands, instead he checked to the most played list, and was once again greeted by the same artist that Tony found hilarious. "Now Ziva seems to be very protective of her iPod McGee…could it be that she is embarrassed by her favorite artist?"

"I am not embarrassed by anything Tony," Ziva said dropping the paperwork on her desk and ready to tackle him to the ground, "I just do not like you going through my things!"

"Really?" Tony asked still grinning like the Cheshire cat, "so you wouldn't mind that I told McGee that you listen to…"

"Tony do not---"

"…Taylor Swift!"

The name was out there, hanging in the air followed by a stunned silence that was punctuated by Tony happy grin and Ziva's visible wincing. McGee was looking at Ziva in astonishment, "You like Taylor Swift?!"

"That's right McGlee, our new Probie here is a country fan, not just any country music fan but the worst kind. The pre-teen pop country high school music genre."

Ziva shrugged trying to act like it didn't bother her, "So? I have a friend who likes her; she put it on my iPod."

"That friend must be really close because Taylor Swift is at the top of your most played list…how do you explain that?"

"Give me that!" Ziva growled and snatched the iPod out of Tony's hand, purposefully twisting his wrist painfully in the process.

The pain was worth it to Tony who was still savoring the fun of embarrassing Ziva, "What is it?" he asked, "I mean yeah she's totally hot but she sings about teenage drama, high school cheerleaders and pickup trucks."

Ziva sighed and continued to glare at him, "You would not understand Tony."

"You're right I wouldn't because I'm not thirteen."

"You could have fooled me," she muttered under her breath just loud enough for Tony to hear.

"Riddle me this Ziva, what is your favorite part about her music? The cheesy lyrics? The teen angst?" Tony laughed, "I mean nothing about a size two blonde girl who sings like a love sick swain about her wishing on a wishing star screams Ziva David, that's the kind of thing for adolescent teenager with sparkly vampire obsessions not hard core assassins with six inch knives…"

"Shut up Tony!" Ziva yelled slamming a hand on her desk causing every agent within the squad room to jump. "I listen to your inane prattle, your movie quotes and impressions and basically put up with all of your juvenile acts but my life is not some toy that you can play with. You will leave me alone or I will find away to keep you quiet permanently!"

With those words Ziva snatched up her things and stormed out of the squad room, probably to go and work out her frustrations with Tony somewhere else, that or she was leaving to avoid the temptation of killing Tony. Either way the senior agent was left with a bad feeling, like maybe he had crossed a line somewhere.

He just didn't know where.

"Do you know Taylor Swift?"

Abby looked up from the evidence laid out on the table in her lab, the stereo blasting the usual heavy metal music and her attire was the usual black, short skirts, tall boots and studded dog collar. She raised one black eyebrow at Tony's question, "Is this some kind of soul searching question or are you trying to trick me?"

"What do you know about her?" Tony asked giving her an exasperated look.

Abby shrugged, "Country artist, very young like 19 years old I think, she's cute, totally your type. She writes most of her own songs and that is usually about typical teenage things, breaking up with boyfriends and hating on the guys that cheat." Abby smiled before Tony could question her about her knowledge, "My cousin Lucy is obsessed with her, follows her on Twitter and all of that, made me listen to her songs once. Not my taste but apparently her music speaks to a lot of girls; it connects with them or something."

Now she turned her green eyes to Tony, "So why are you interested in the current teen idol?"

Tony shook his head, "It's not what you think…I'm just curious."

"Because…"

He hesitated wondering if he would only be digging his grave deeper if he confessed why he wanted to know about Taylor Swift, with Abby giving him her famous squinty eye he knew she was going to get the information out of him somehow, "I was looking at Ziva's iPod…"

"You were snooping through Ziva's iPod," Abby corrected.

"And apparently Ziva likes her…a lot, and I thought it was crazy so I started to tease her about it and she got really mad at me, like scary mad. I'm just trying to figure out where I went wrong."

Abby smiled, "It's simple, you made fun of Ziva's guilty pleasure and you never make fun of someone's guilty pleasure unless they make fun of it first."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't you have a favorite song or movie that for some weird reason you love but it doesn't seem like something you should like and is something a lot of your friends make fun of?" Abby asked seriously.

Tony thought for a moment. Yeah there were some movies that he liked that he wouldn't let anybody know about, a couple of chick flicks that some girlfriends made him watch that he'd actually enjoyed even as he complained the entire time. "So you're saying that Taylor Swift is a guilty pleasure for Ziva?"

"Yep."

"But it doesn't make any sense. Ziva is hardcore, Taylor Swift is cute innocent little love songs," Tony pointed out, "how do these two go together?"

"Normally they don't," Abby told him, "but the reason we have guilty pleasures is because they speak to us. They remind us of something, something we love completely and we keep it close and don't want to let if go."

"So Taylor Swift's songs…speak to Ziva, she connects with those songs?"

"Right!"

Tony was silent for a moment still trying to put these two pieces together, "How?"

Abby shrugged, "I don't know; only Ziva can answer that question. But some how her songs mean something to Ziva, something private, something she loves."

He just shook his head. Abby had helped; she had answered some of the questions that Tony had been wrestling with all day. Why Ziva had taken his attack on her favorite teen artist so seriously.

But he had been left with another question.

Why did these songs speak to Ziva?

Ziva was taking her anger at Tony out on one of the punching bags at the base gym. This was simple, easy and aggressive so it was perfect for wearing her out letting her vent all of her pent up rage. However it didn't occupy the mind as easily as it did her hands, so while she could take out her frustrations physically her mind was busy racing over the argument she'd had with Tony and the reasons behind it.

A part of her couldn't believe that he would go through her desk; the other part reminded her that he had always treated his co workers personal property as his own snooping grounds. That didn't justify him looking through her iPod and embarrassing her on her music choice.

Then why would she try to hide it?

She stopped beating up the punching bag for a moment and looked back over to where her belongings were on the bench, next to her duffel bag was her iPod sitting in plain sight. For a moment she considered erasing the songs that had caused her such humiliation but the thought of that action pained her.

Those songs meant a lot to her, they had helped her through some difficult times and she'd be damned if somebody was going to make her feel like a fool for liking them.

It was because Tony had teased her. He had laughed at the songs that meant so much to her without even knowing why they meant so much to her. He had no idea that her love for these songs was rooted in her feelings for her partner. How it all started in a dark period in her life only a year after she joined NCIS…

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

"I hate these kinds of!" Tony complained as soon as they pulled up at the

"Tell me why are you so negative?" Ziva asked partly annoyed at him already since he had talked for an hour in the car about some movie he had watched the night before.

"Country people, you practically need subtitles to understand them," Tony explained, "never get anything good from them."

"Some people might surprise you."

"Nothing surprises me."

Ziva smiled knowingly, "I could surprise you."

Now he turned to her with an intrigued look in his eye, "Really…a surprise I would like, maybe something sexy?"

She leaned in close to let the tension between them thicken, "In your dreams, Tony."

"I have a lot of dreams Ziva…in some of them you're naked."

It was the normal flirting between them that took place almost daily but always thrilled Ziva, it was fun and natural but also exciting and unique. She was ready to provide a comeback that would keep the sexual tension rising however Tony's phone ringing broke the moment.

She watched as his eyes lit up as soon as he saw the caller ID, he walked away quickly saying over his shoulder, "Let me get this." Ziva pretended to smile and nodded just as he ran off she heard him answer the phone, "Hey beautiful, how are you doing?..."before he was out of earshot.

Ziva watched him walk away with a sinking feeling in her stomach, reality had come crashing down on her so quickly. Tony had a girlfriend, a real girlfriend, not some one-night-stand but a woman that he was obviously falling in love for. He didn't brag about this one, didn't talk much about her at all in fact but the little things that he did, smile when she called, plan vacations with her for Valentine's Day all made it clear that Tony was serious about this girl.

He was finally becoming the man that Ziva had always wanted him to be…but it was all for someone else.

That was the reason why sometimes Ziva really felt like crying.

That was when the radio station switched from singing about tractors or something to softer more wistful guitar introduction. Then a female voice crooned.

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without

Ziva paused, her breath catching up in her throat, it was as if someone had just written down exactly what she had been thinking. As if someone had understood how she felt at this very moment. She listened intently as the song continued…

Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's just so funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

How many times had she laughed at Tony's stories? How many times had Gibbs or McGee or anyone for that matter been there the whole time and she hadn't paid attention. And how many times had she been forced to watch as all the while Tony was falling in love with someone else.

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

"Okay, I'm done, let's go talk to Mr. Monroe," Tony said interrupting Ziva's thoughts. She actually considered telling him to be quiet so she could continue to listen to the song playing on the radio but quickly realized how insane that idea was.

So just as the song lyrics had said, Ziva faked a smile and agreed following as Tony continued his conversation about the movie from the car, all the while secretly she wished to hear more of that song…

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

Ziva couldn't get that song out of her dead, all day while talking to suspects and sitting through traffic back to NCIS she kept repeating the lyrics she had heard. Who was singing that song? How did it end? She kept trying to tell herself that obsessing over a song she heard on the radio was foolish but the singer had expressed all the emotions that Ziva had been feelings since Tony's new girlfriend had appeared, changing Tony and forcing Ziva to admit her own feelings towards her partner.

So during a lull in the case Ziva had gone to her favorite search engine and typed in some of the lyrics she had remembered. The song was apparently popular, written by a very young and very beautiful girl, Taylor Swift, who was also the singer.

Ziva had pulled out her headphones and found the song, complete with lyrics, on YouTube so she could listen to the rest, thankful for the fact that the rest of her team was occupied elsewhere.

She had been correct, the rest of the song was a poignant and sad as the beginning, ending on a resigned note just the way Ziva was feeling. The woman in the song was also too late in telling her friend her true feelings only to watch him fall in love with someone else. There was no happy ending in this story, just the pain of watching someone else walk away with everything you wanted.

It stayed with her throughout the rest of the day, she must have listened to it dozens of times until the lyrics were burned into her brain. She was tapping out the tune on the papers in her hand as she waited for the elevator, silently running through the song in her head when the doors opened, wondering if Drew looked anything like Tony.

Only to look up and see Tony in the elevator. "Hey Ziva," he said with a grin only to walk past her towards his desk, brushing against her arm leaving her skin tingling where he touched her.

She watched him go on; he was completely oblivious to her racing thoughts.

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause

Ziva leaned up against the elevator wall, all alone in the small space. She rested her head back against the cool metal silently wishing that she could just let go of the pain.

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

She continued to think about the situation, trying to come up with any other thing to obsess over, her favorite book, the case that was finally over, her father's latest letter of condemnation over her decision to transfer to NCIS. But every time the quiet came over her the lyrics of the song beat through her brain and only reminded her of Tony.

Tony had been whisteling all afternoon. That meant he had a date tonight.

A date with her.

His new girlfriend that he couldn't wait to go out with.

Ziva's apartment was empty as usual. There were no messages waiting for her. No one to greet her, no family nearby to come by and visit. It was one of those times where Ziva felt lonely. Usually she would have called Tony, he would have showed up with pizza, beer and some movie that they would have watched with him talking throughout the entire thing about the actors, the other films they had been in, what were his favorite lines and so on.

All the while Ziva would have been watching him silently loving the way his eyes sparkled when he spoke with enthusiasm

But she couldn't do that now…Tony was busy with his girlfriend.

So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight

She put the TV on for background noise, ate some left over Chinese food from the refrigerator and flipped through a magazine. None of it helped to lift the weight that was pressing on her chest, bruising her ribs and piercing her heart with pain. None of it could lift her spirits.

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into..

Ziva looked up to see a framed picture of Tony grinning at her from her side table. She had photographs of all of the teammates but only Tony's held her gaze. Only Tony was constantly in her thoughts. Only Tony was the one she couldn't seem to get over.

She'd had many crushes in the past but when things never worked out she had always been able to move on, always been able to work past the sadness.

Why not now?

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.

Ziva reached over and turned the Tony's picture over so that it was laying flat on the table top and she wouldn't have to look at his face.

She knew why this hurt more…

Tony meant more.

A/N: Awww I really wanted to cry when I wrote this ending. Don't worry there will be more. I hope you guys don't mind Tony bashing Taylor a little bit, it just seems like him to automatically think that Taylor Swift is girly, oooh I also threw in a little bit of Twilight in there to. I love both Taylor Swift and Twilight so I hope that nobody was offended by Tony's comments, he doesn't know any better...yet.

I will take some song suggestions into considerations if you guys have any and please send me any ideas or comments in your reviews. What are you waiting for? Tell me what you think?