McGee was the first one to see it.

Which probably shouldn't be a surprise considering he probably spent the most time out of everyone working with them directly. He spent hours seated a mere 6 feet from them, of course, he would be uniquely qualified to recognize the subtle shift.

And subtle it was. So subtle, he almost missed it.

Tim happened to walk up to the first-floor elevator at the same time as his Senior Field Agent. They started bickering, as they always did when stuck in a confined space for more than 2 seconds, and when the elevator doors opened to reveal the big orange room, almost overbearing in its brightness and its orangeness thanks to the morning sun coming through the skylight, things seemed perfectly normal. In fact, McGee would have put money on the fact that he lived this exact day before.

They rounded the corner, and he noticed Ziva's head was just barely visible over the cubicle wall. She was already seated at her desk, sifting through emails.

"Fine. We'll just get Ziva to settle this for us," Tony grumbled as he slid his backpack off his shoulder and let it fall to the ground next to his own desk, "Oh Ziva!"

Tim turned back just in time to see her hold up a hand, effectively halting her coworker's next sentence, "I do not want to hear it. I will play no part in your childish banter. You boys work it out for yourselves."

Tony stared at her for a long moment, his eyebrows raised and a certain gleam in his eye that Tim couldn't quite identify. Then he just shrugged, turning toward his inferior agent and pointing, "You heard the woman, McJuvenile. Stop being childish."

"Me? Ziva, would you please tell him that-"

She shook her head, holding both hands up in an almost defensive motion, "No part of it."

McGee sighed, rounding his desk and reaching down to turn on the monitor. He had to have only looked away fro a second or two, but when he glanced back, he found Tony suddenly behind the Israeli's desk. He held out his arm, where a familiar crimson jacket was folded neatly.

It really hadn't occurred to Tim until right now that Tony had on a perfectly suitable black coat. So why had he been carrying around a second jacket?

Ziva smiled as she took it from him, setting it down on the back of her chair before tilting her head pointedly toward Tony's desk. He turned toward it excitedly, taking the few steps necessary to reach his work station with what could only be described as 'pep'.

Sitting on the desk in question was a tall white cup with steam pouring out of its lid. Tony grabbed for it, bringing it to his lips and taking an eager sip. He visibly relaxed as the liquid poured down his throat and the caffeine set about working its way into his bloodstream. He finally slid off his coat and tossed it on the filing cabinet behind him before sinking into his chair. Feet up on the desk and a classic DiNozzo smirk on his lips, he peered across the bullpen toward his partner's desk. Then he let out a content little sigh.

Ziva was looking back at him, her own cup of steaming liquid in her hand which she raised in a ghost of a cheers before taking a sip. Something glittered on her wrist, and Tim took a moment to notice a new tennis bracelet shinning in the morning light.

As you can see, it wasn't a very obvious scene. And it didn't take a trained investigator to know that you need more than circumstantial evidence to convict. They were being nice to each other. So what? She picked him up some coffee on the way in to work. Big deal. He returned her jacket to her because she… what… left it at his place?

It did, however, take a trained investigator to know about when a growing pile of circumstantial evidence was enough to convince a jury. And for Tim, that pile got big enough right around 6 pm on that same day. It was the fleeting look here, the lingering touch there, the seemingly intentional use of keywords like friend and hang out. Individually, and to someone not as familiar with the pair as one Timothy McGee, might not understand the quiet significance of each of these actions. They weren't teasing each other with their intimacy. They were simply enjoying their time sat across from each other at work.

By the time they both turned off their monitors and threw their work bags over their shoulders to head home, McGee had come to a solid conclusion. One that seemed both significant and unimportant at the same time.

Tony and Ziva were together in some sense of the word. Their relationship was changing. Evolving even. And as much as this revelation should have freaked the younger agent out, as much as he should have feared for the sanctity of the team (Rule number 12 existed for a reason, right?), he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but happiness for his friends. And maybe even a little relief.

Because everything had changed, and yet nothing had really changed. And they could all stop holding their breaths, waiting for the inevitable collision of two people who burned brighter than the normal and therefore were at high risk of mutual destruction.

The collision had happened. And they all lived to see the next day.

At least, he saw it. Because he was the first one to figure it out.

Welcome to my third multi-parter. Well, it will be the second one I'm finishing since I'm updating Chaval while I write this, but you get the idea.

So yes, this is a collection of 6 different stories of how 6 different people figured out that Tony and Ziva were together. We're starting with Tim because of course, he would be the first one to notice. But where will this story take us? Who will figure it out next? How? These are all great questions that can be answered by simply clicking on the next chapter. Go ahead. Click it.

EDIT: If you're reading this story for the second time and are wondering why you get a strange inkling that something has changed: you're not going crazy! Something did change! Thanks to wonderful feedback from some great reviewers, I have edited all of my chapters (well, some of my chapters) to improve the flow and pace of the story. Nothing has really changed, things have just been deleted or slightly altered. Have no fear! It is still the Revelations you know and love. Maybe you'll love it even more now. Enjoy.

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