An hour later the team were sitting quietly, doing paperwork.

Ziva was in her own world. What had Patrick meant? She mulled the words over in her head. She still didn't understand them.

Tony watched her as she absentmindedly looked into space. He took a deep breath. It was now or never. "Ziva?" no response, he looked over to McGee who smirked. "Ziva?" he said again louder.

He walked over to her desk.

She jumped a little as she heard Tony say her name, close to her ear. When did he get there?

"Ziva?" He said clearing his throat.

She frowned "Yes Tony."

He cleared his throat. Mental note to self: STOP CLEARING THROAT.

"Tony?" she questioned again.

He cleared his throat again. Damn it.

"How do you fancy going for a drink tonight?"

He saw the flash of surprise on her face before she had hid her feelings again. He glanced at McGee who was pretending he wasn't listening.

"Sure, have you asked McGee and Abby yet?" she said sighing inwardly when she saw him glance across at McGee.

"Nope, I was thinking just me and you? Maybe? I mean if you're free." Ziva smiled a little, he carried on. "No pressure, you can say no cos I mean it is a Friday, you might-"

"It's ok. I do not have any plans Tony." Ziva said smirking.

"Ok. I'll drop by and pick you up at half 8."

"Ok." She said smiling.

"Great!" he said loudly. McGee looked up at him.

"Great" he said again in a normal tone walking back to his desk ignoring the smirk on McGee's face.

Ziva looked in the reflection of her toaster. She took her earrings off again and placed them on the worktop. Don't want to look like I'm making too much of an effort IT'S NOT A DATE. She had showered and got ready in record time and was walking around her apartment restlessly. She had light make up on. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a loose blue top, she had her hair straightened. She had her knife on her too, hidden very well.

She slipped on a pair of heels and looked at the time on the mantelpiece as she heard a knock on her door. 20:18. She smiled a little. He was early.

She opened the door and was a little weak at the knees.

Why does he do this to me?!

He had on his 1000 watt smile, his hair tousled and wet un-styled, a simple black shirt, that showed his toned body and he wore her favourite pair of dark Ecko jeans, the ones that made his ass look really-

"Zee-Vah?" Tony said grinning.

"Uh-hi Tony." She said.

Tony frowned a little.

"Let's go." She said quickly, grabbing her keys.

"Not gonna invite me in?" Tony teased.

"Oh, sorry-" she began.

Tony grinned. "I'm joking, let's go."

She stepped out and locked the door, giving Tony time to look at her. She flicked her hair, leaving one bare shoulder exposed. Tony let out a little whimper.

"Did you say something?" Ziva asked turning around.

"Nope. No. Not me." He said in a high pitched voice.

"Ok.." she said, following him to his car.

They drove to the bar in silence, Tony glancing at Ziva occasionally.

When they arrived Tony jumped out the car so fast Ziva hadn't even unbuckled her belt. He was at her door in a flash and opened it for her. She looked at him suspiciously and climbed out of the car. What is he after?

She followed him into the bar, she had never been there before, it was not like the normal bars Tony liked to go to. You could actually hear yourself think. This made her even more suspicious.

He led her to a booth in the corner of the quiet bar.

"Sit down." He ordered, "I'll get the drinks."

"Just a coke for me." Ziva said. Her eyes could not help but look at his ass as he walked away.

He came back with a coke for Ziva and a water for himself. Ziva raised an eyebrow.

"Don't really feel like drinking today" he said with a shrug as he sat down opposite her.

They drank their drinks in an awkward silence until they both began to talk simultaneously.

"Tony-"

"Ziva-"

"You first Tony."

He shook his head. "No go on. What were you going to say?"

"No go on Tony."

"Ziva.." he said with a sigh.

"Stop being a gentleman and spill the cat beanbag!" she said in frustration.

"How do you get them mixed up like that?! It's spill the beans or let the cat out of the bag." He said sighing.

She rolled her eyes.

"So..urgh" he said looking down at his drink, wishing he had got something stronger.

"Yes?" said Ziva nervously, noting the way the tone of his voice had changed.

"You know me and Jane were talking today?" Tony said not looking up from his drink.

"Yes.." Ziva said urging him to carry on.

"Well.." Tony said taking a swig of his water. "We were talking about you."

"Me?" Ziva said surprised.

"Yup."

There was a silence, Ziva didn't really know what to say and Tony..

"He made me wake up and smell the coffee."

Ziva said nothing. She understood that one.

"Ziva," Tony said looking up into her eyes.

"I love you."

Later that night as Tony snuggled into Ziva's, his chest against her bare back and the balls of his knees in the hollow of hers, he asked her a question.

"What are you thinking about?"

She smiled, "Patrick."

Tony leaned over and looked at her face, her beautiful flushed face and her tousled hair curling slightly at the end. "You just had the most amazing sex of your life and you're thinking of him?!"

Ziva smirked, "I wouldn't say it was amazing.." she said teasing.

Tony raised an eyebrow.

"If it wasn't good enough, I can leave right now." He said and began to climb out of bed.

Ziva pulled him back. "I was ..kidding?"

Tony smiled. "You got that right."

He propped up his head on his elbow and caressed her cheek.

"I was thinking about something he said to me." Ziva said. "He told me not to be annoyed at you for waiting this long."

"And are you annoyed?" Tony asked

"No.." she purred wrapping her arms around his neck and showing him just how un-annoyed she was.