Author's Note; Okay, I know I have other fics that I have not yet completed & haven't updated in a very long time. But after Tuesday's eppy, I had to do this. & I am totally still Tiva, but I have to get this out. It is a little creation I would like to call Diva! :DDD I hope you enjoy.

Ziva's heart pounded as she felt his arms go around her, they hugged her like she had never been hugged before. The way his stength held her, not too tight, but amazingly. She would have never thought that Damon Werth could actually be a caring man like had been the last few days, especially the last few times they saw each other. Maybe the first time, they didn't get off on good terms, but this time was different. This time - she felt something.

When Damon had pulled away from her and walked away, she saw the jealously in Tony's eyes. Had it really hurt him that much? Ziva had tried to long for him to notice her, she had waited long enough of Tony DiNozzo. She was ready for love, ready to settle down. Ziva had come to NCIS hoping to be able to have a family, in which you couldn't in Mossad. She wasn't about to go all of her life just... Waiting.

Somehow with all of the emotions that went through Tony, as Ziva had saw, it didn't matter to her anymore. Before, Ziva would have smirked and thought that Tony and her could actually be something. But lately, she had lost all hope. She couldn't waite forever. All that mattered to her anymore was the man that keep coming back into her life. Damon Werth.

Damon had his faults, he had his problems. He was on steriods and on crazy rampages, but she didn't care. Ziva knew everyone had their flaws, just like her. She was a cold - hearted killer. She gave Damon second chances because he deserved them more than anything or anyone. He deserved to have someone love and care for him.

Ziva stood from her seat to strech her back. Her now shorter, brown hair cascaded from her shoulders. She softly groaned as many of her bones had popped.

"Getting old are we, Zee - Vah?" Tony looked at her and joked. He made his way over to her and smirked.

"I am not getting old," she looked down softly. "I think you are confusing me with yourself."

Tony's eyes met her's. He softly chuckled. "Well, most of my younger years are gone."

"Don't you mean, all of them?!" Ziva smirked. She loved messing around with him, it made everything much more fun.

He poked her in the side, making her jump a little. "Is our big, bad, Mossad Assassin ticklish?"

"I am basically an NCIS Agent, and yes, I am." She saw as he started to tickle her, Ziva pulled back. "Do not even think about it, I will break both of you're hands and then stab you with a paperclip."

"Wow! Someone is touchy." Ziva glared at him. Tony got close to her, breating on her ear. "And I know you wouldn't hurt me." He wispered softly before walking back to his desk.

Before, that would have bothered Ziva. She wouldn't have been able to move, her breath would hitch, but it didn't this time. She had suprised herself. But somehow deep inside she still felt jealously when Tony was around another woman. Still those dreams of her and Tony would haunt her, but she knew that Damon was right for her. They fit together.

"How do you know?" She looked at him for a moment, sitting down in her chair.

"I have known you five years, Ziva. I think I know you well enough." Tony smirked. "And I don't think Gibbs would take to kindly to that."

Gibbs walked into the BullPen, coffee in hand. "I wouldn't care what she did to you. I wouldn't mind it if she pushed you off the top of this building."

"That's harsh, boss." Tony frowned at Gibbs. "I wouldn't ever say anything like that about you."

"Well, good. Because then I would have to fire you."

Ziva laughed quitely. "That would be fine with me."

"Ziva, Tony, McGee. Go home, get some rest. Paperwork tomorrow, no cases." Gibbs glanced at Ziva, knowing she wouldn't be at all thrilled about having to sit all day.

She didn't open her mouth, but the thoughts were all going through her head. Ziva wouldn't sit at her desk all day, when Gibbs would leave, she would have to get up and walk. There was no way Ziva could contain herself.

"Goodnight, Gibbs." Ziva softly said before the elevator doors closed.

"What are you doing tonight, McGeek? Working on you're next novel?" Tony grinned like a little child at Christmas.

"Perhaps I am, but I haven't made my mind up. I'm thinking of going out tonight." Though he wasn't really, he wanted to see what Tony would say.

"McProbie has a date?" He wondered.

McGee looked toward Ziva and winked before speaking. "Yeah, she is very beautiful if I do say so myself."

"Do I know her?" Tony looked at McGee's face. There was no way that McGee had a date.

"As a matter - of - fact, you do."

"Who is it?"

"Ziva."

"Ziva!?" Tony looked toward her and laughed. "No, you're lying. Ziva would never go out with you."

"And how do you know I wouldn't, Tony?" She asked. "I would love to hear this."

"Well, because - Well, it's McNottieHottie. There is no way someone like you would go out with someone like him."

"You always sound like you are so sure of yourself." Ziva smirked.

"Well, because I always am."

"Okay, you caught me, I'm not going out with Ziva." McGee smirked.

"Ha! I knew it. I told you Ziva would never go out with you."

"You are really stupid, Tony." Ziva spoke.

The elevator doors opened and each made their way out. Ziva and McGee went to one car, both getting in. The shock on Tony's face was evident. He really didn't think that the two would go out, but maybe he was wrong. Or maybe Ziva just rode with McGee that day. Tony would find out soon or later.

McGee dropped Ziva off at her place. She undone her seat belt and laughed slightly.

"We really got Tony. He probably really thought we were going on a date." She chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. Did you see the look on his face when you got into the car with me?" A little hurt ran through McGee, but he didn't show it on his face.

"It was priceless. We will have to keep this up."

"I guess we will. He believes us too easily."

Before Ziva got out, she kissed McGee on the cheek softly. She smiled at him and made her way on up to her apartment building. She pulled her keys out of her purse, unlocking the door and stepping inside the nice warm place. Ziva took off her coat, placing it neatly on the rack beside the door, before doing the same with her purse.

She made her way into the kitchen to grab something to drink when she noticed a shadow. Ziva instantly became alert and wondered who it might be. There were no signs of struggle on her door, but that didn't mean anything. Ziva drew he gun before going toward the shadow. She jumped slightly as she saw who it was.

"Damon?"

Author's Note; Hope you liked this! I worked so hard on it. Really, I did. & those of you who are reading this and have still been waiting for the UD on the others, I'm terribly sorry. & I will fix that soon, but I wanna see where this takes me. Please, R&R! It makes my day. Remember, I'm Still TIVA! 3