A/N: Another short Tiva/Team fanfic for you all. Some rules are meant to be broken, but sometimes you can't break them, no matter how hard you try.

I don't own NCIS.

Bright lights danced on the middle of the dance floor, showing off partners, couples and the occasional odd pair dancing, eyes locked and moving to the beat. The background music pounded a steady beat. Amongst all of the federal agencies dancing, there was a team that refused to.

They sat together, pointing out the FBI's bad dancers and the CIA's klutzes. They all seemed so natural together, like a family. The young woman sitting beside her partner, his arm over the back of the seat and therefore over her shoulder; Abby and McGee sitting side by side, with Gibbs and Ducky in the middle. Occasionally a passerby would stop to admire how well they got along, unlike most teams. They all fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle.

"Look at Agent Slacks!" Tony suddenly declared, pointing a finger over Ziva's part of the table. His green eyes were laughing.

"You know, we should be dancing," Ducky offered, "this is a federal agency dance."

"Good idea," Abby chimed in and pulled the elder man up by the hand. "Dance with me! It can't be that hard."

"This I've gotta see," Ziva whispered, laughing at Ducky's attempt to teach his newfound partner to dance properly. While they worked so naturally on the job, their dancing needed some work. She had to admit that they were getting better.

The music changed to a faster song, and an FBI agent approached the table, a smile on his face. His hair stood up like Tony's and his eyes were handsome blue. "Hey, want to dance?" he asked Ziva, who bounded up to join him.

Tony watched her wistfully and looked at his companions. "Aren't we lonely," he remarked, "three guys. McGeek, go ask a CIA to dance. I dare you."

"Like you would!" McGee scoffed.

"You're right, I wouldn't."

"You don't have the balls, Tony," declared Gibbs. His voice quieted them and they sat in silence until Ziva, Ducky and Abby returned.

"Had fun?" Tony asked, sliding over to allow room for his partner. "Looked like fun, but I can't-"

He was cut off by another man asking Ziva to dance. The Israeli beauty laughed and stood up, weighing her options. What was playing was a slow dance. Did she want to slow dance with a CIA she'd never met before? "Okay, sure!" She declared, but took Tony's hand and pulled him onto the dance floor with her, leaving her team and the CIA stunned.

Ziva's hands locked around his neck and his around her waist. They rocked gently to the beat, her swaying hips occasionally correcting his dancing. Near the end of the song, she couldn't help but look up into the green eyes. There was a smile on his face like she'd never seen before. True happiness, not childish games.

As the song drew to a close, she leaned forward even more and hugged him. "Thank you," her voice was a whisper in his ear as they took their spot at the table again.

The team just sat there, stunned.

"You two definitely dance well," Abby exclaimed finally.

Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Too well!"