I'm tryin', I'm trying to holler at you. I want. To get. To know you better.

Tony made sure to tell the waiter to get them the best seats. He had taken them outside to the patio. Ziva smiled at Tony. There was one thing for sure that they had in common. They both loved the warm breeze that swept through Israel at that time of night. Tony had been many times, but he had never really noticed how beautiful it was until now. There was a reason to look at it all now. Ziva.

He had pulled Ziva's chair in and out for her. Ziva smiled. "Thank you, Tony."

"You are welcome, Ziva."

The waiter had started to walk away, but turned around as he had almost forgot. He asked them what they had wanted to drink. Both replied with diet sodas. "By the way, my name is Ahari. If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask."

Ziva and Tony both nodded before he walked away. Ziva took the menu. "Do you need help ordering?" She asked with a laugh.

He looked down at it and then looked back up. His face scrunched. "Uh, yeah." He laughed along with her.

She looked back at the menu. "I think you should order.... Grilled tuna with mixed fruit tzimmes. It is probably the best thing on the menu, but I have ate it so much I have grown tried of it." she giggled.

"What do you get then?" Tony asked, closing his menu.

"Persian pecan torte." Ziva replied. "It is the second best. If you would like to try it, I would be happy to let you."

"Yeah, that would be great."

Ziva layed her menu down and look up -- smiling -- at Tony. "What?"

Tony realized that he got caught staring at Ziva. "Oh... Uh, I didn't mean..."

"No, it is fine." Ziva smiled. "I like it." She blushed after she said it.

Tony moved closer to her. He took her hand in his. "I didn't think my father would let me come all of this way to see someone like this. Football season had just started, and well -- I showed you what he done to me." He sighed. Tony felt a hand go to his face. "Sometimes it isn't bad. Sometimes it is so bad I wish I could just die -- wish he could kill me."

"Do not say that, Tony. If he would have killed you, you would have never been able to come here and find me. Never be able to get help, because you can get away from him and be able to actually live. You can now, Tony. My father will help you, he already likes you. Which is not very easy."

Tony looked up at her in the eyes. "You are really something special, Ziva David." He said. Tony had never told anyone that, even with all of the girlfriends he had. She had been the only one who he thought was special, and he hadn't even known her that long.

She blushed. "No I am not. You are just saying that."

"No, I am dead serious."

Ziva looked into his eyes. Seeing things. A story, just like he dances were suppose to tell. "Tony... I know it is soon, but, when I look into your eyes, I can see stories beyond stories, and the way you danced with me tonight -- it was amazing. How about you come dance with me? It would get you away from your father."

"Ziva, what I did tonight, it really wasn't me. I don't know where that came from. I guess a beautiful girl can do that." He smiled. "I would do anything for you. If you want me there, I'll be there."

She nodded. "Good, because I want you there."

Tony looked down at her lips, just as she had licked them. He leaned closer. Tony had lingered a little away from her lips -- only waiting to see if she wanted to pull away -- she didn't. He pressed his lips onto her's. In that one kiss, they are combined. Combined in dancing and in their hearts. In each one of them -- it felt as if their whole world was on fire -- and they had never wanted that feeling to end. Flames had taken them over, like neither one had ever felt. Stopping to breath, Ziva leaned her head against Tony's forehead. "Did you feel it?" Tony heard her ask.

He only knew one thing to say, one thing that his breath and heart would let him say. "Yes." he told her. Both so happy, they couldn't stand it.

"Ah-hum." Ahari said to the two of them. Ziva quickly pulled away, blushing. She tended to do that a lot when she was around Tony. "Sorry, but your food and drinks are here." He replied. "Now, I will no disturb you anymore." He made his way away from them, hoping not to walk back on them kissing again.

Ziva hid her face for a second. "Is something wrong?" Tony asked her.

"Oh," she looked back. "No. I tend to embarass easy."

"I can tell." he laughed. "I like it."

Ziva giggled. "Good to know, because it happens a lot."

They ate in silence for a while, both enjoying each other's company. They didn't need talking. Ziva would glance at Tony once in a while, and he would do the same back to her. "Would you like a bite?" Ziva asked him.

"Yeah." Tony had started to take his fork and get it himself, but she had already had it waiting for him with her fork. He took a bite off of it. "Wow! That is amazing. Israel really does have the best food. I think this is the best country I have ever been to."

"And what countries have you been to?"

"Well, of course, Italy, America, Israel, Australia, and Europe."

"Funny, so have I. They are all really beautiful."

"Yeah. So, does almost everyone here speak English?"

"Well, most of us do, but you can cross paths with people who cannot."

"Is is hard for you all to speak English?" Tony asked taking another bite of his food. Washing it down with his diet soda.

"No, not for me and my family."

Tony nodded. "There is a lot of things I would like to know."

"And I will answer everyone of them. As long as I can."

"When is your next show?" He asked.

"Sometime next week."

"Where is it at?" Tony looked at her, she was still dressed in the clothes she had proformed in. She would have to be uncomforable.

"In Washington, D.C."

"In America?"

"Yepp, that is the only Washington, D.C."

Tony laughed. "Sorry. I get stupid when I am nervous."

"Why are you nervous?" Ziva asked leaning closer to him. "Do I make you nervous, Tony?" Being a tease was the thing she loved most. Maybe it was the dancer in her. She didn't know.

"Yes." He whispered to her. Leaning on into her. He placed his lips back on her's. Good thing they had ate.

"I think we should leave before Ahari comes back." They laughed. "I know just the place where nobody will be this time of night."

"And that would be?"

"The park. It is really pretty there and the breeze is nice. Especially, we can be alone. I would really like to talk to you."

"I would like to talk to you, too."

Tony layed money down on the table. Enough for the bill and more than enough for the tip. He didn't care. He took Ziva by the hand and they walked out of Israeli Nights. They wrapped their arms around each other as they walked.

"You know, you make me feel like nobody has before. And I just met you."

"Wow. I never thought I would hear that. I am suprised. Really I am." Tony replied.

"Why is that?"

"A girl like you should have boys all over her. She should never be single. I know your father wouldn't let you, but you could sneak around. Have you sneaked around before, Ziva?"

"No, actually I have not. I never found any of that as really what I wanted to do."

"What did you want to do?"

"Dance."

"All the time?"

"All the time."

Tony nodded. "You are really deciated to this, aren't you?" she nodded. "By the way, you will have to lead me to the park. I have not been here in a long time. I have forgot where everything is. I was only 11 at the time. That was 6 years ago."

"Well, we could have crossed paths and not even know it."

"I would say we did. With me being a dancer I was everywhere."

"How long have you been dancing?"

"Since I could walk, but that is not the only thing I can do. I also sing, but I do not want my fans knowing that. They would expect that out of me, and I already have enough practicing to go through."

"Does dacing come naturally to you?"

"Yes it does."

"Then why can you not sing and just let your body move to the music. Without thinking?"

"My father would never approve of that."

"That really is too bad." Tony squeezed Ziva's side, softly. "Can I hear you sing?" He asked.

"Why?" Ziva asked, embarassed.

"Because, I want to see how good you are."

Ziva looked at him one time before turning her head the other way. She began to sing one of her favorite songs. "Fight Like A Girl", by Bombshel. Tony listened to her in amazement as they walked to the park. She was amazing when she sang. It made him just want to hold onto her forever. As she finished the song, she looked back to him. "What did you think?"

It took him a moment to speak to her. "I -- I thought it was... Amazing." Tony said. "It was the best sound I have ever heard in my life. I have my own personal singer." They both laughed.

Ziva looked over and pointed. "There is the park." He nodded.

They made their way on over to the park. "What do you like to do best here?" Tony asked.

"Swing on the swing set."

Tony took Ziva and lead her over that way. He sat her down in the seat and got behind her. Pushing her everytime she would come back to him. Gently. He wanted to talk to her.

"Are you uncomfortable in those clothes?"

Ziva looked down at herself. She was wearing a pink, sparkly, dress that cut off about two inches above the knee. It fit her just right. Tony couldn't keep his eyes from her curves. "Well, were I wear things like this all the time, I get use to it. I totally forgot what I was wearing."

"I just felt like you were uncomfortable."

"No need to worry." Ziva replied. As Tony went to push her again, she put her hand over his to stop him from swinging her. She looked back at him. Tony's head came close to her's. She kissed him again. Just like they had at the cafe. "You are really something at kissing."

"So are you." Both said as they broke apart.

Tony and Ziva stayed at the park for over two hours. She looked down at her watch. "Tony, it is past 11 o' clock. Maybe we should be getting back."

"Yeah."

Tony turned around. "Get on my back. I will pack you back to your house. I don't want your feet hurting too much."

She hadn't really noticed it, but her feet were bleeding. "It is okay."

"No, it is not. Get on my back."

Ziva jumped up onto his back. She smiled as he carried her home. "Do you think your dad will be mad at me for bringing you home so late?"

"I do not think so. He likes you."

"Just so I don't get murdered." Ziva laughed.

She had showed Tony which way to get to her house, and the fastest way. He put her down as soon as they got to her doorstep. He kissed her one more time before they walked through the door. Her father was sitting on the couch, but nobody else was around. "Dad, I am back."

He turned around. "Okay, sweetheart. I was just staying up to finish some paperwork. Everybody else went on to bed."

"Okay. Is it okay if Tony sleeps on the pull-out couch in my bedroom?" She asked.

Eli pondered that thought for a minute or two. He saw the look on Ziva and Tony's faces. It was only two teens who looked like they could really love each other and end up getting married someday. "Yeah, I do not see why not."

Ziva nodded. She kissed her father on the cheek. "Goodnight, papa."

"Goodnight." Eli replied.

"Thank-you, Eli, for letting me stay here."

He nodded. "You are welcome."

Tony had brought his bags with him, taking them upstaires. Both waited as the other one took a shower and then got changed into pajamas. Ziva had walked out in the cutest pair of zebra pajamas. Tony kissed her and smiled. "I like how you look in your pajamas." Tony said.

"I like yours, too." It was a tight-fitting T-Shirt and a pair of boxers.

He laughed. Tony walked over and pulled the bed out from the couch. "Did your really think I was going to make you sleep there? You can have my bed, I will take that, Tony."

"No, Ziva. It is not right. This is your house, and you are the girl. You should have the bed."

"No, Tony! Seriously, take the bed, please?" she asked.

"How about we share it?"

"Good idea." Ziva turned away from him, smiling. She knew exactly that she could get basically what she wanted with him. She layed down, taking the left side. Tony climbed in on the right side. A good distance between them. "Goodnight, Tony."

"Goodnight, Ziva."

Both of them couldn't sleep, knowing the other was right behind them. Sometime during the night, Tony had moved and had Ziva's back pressed up against his chest. She smiled, kissed him, and then they both went to bed.

A/N: I hope you all liked it. It was kinda rushed. Was it not? I still hoped you like it, though. Also, Eli will change into the Eli he is later on. By the way, next chapter you will get to see Tony & Ari get into a fight! :D Oooohh.

Bet you did not see that one coming. Please, review. As always. I love all my reviewers!! :) 3 One more thing... "My Monkey Man! :) " Rosalie said it in Twilight. My mom says that I remind her a lot of Rosalie. She is my fav character, too. And I get to have the HOTT guy. Kellan Lutz is sooo HOTT!

Also, another thing, I am going to try & find a beta reader for the rest of this fanfic. Hopefully I can find a really good one that will help me get more readers & reviewers. Please, review. No matter if you have something bad to say. I want to know what I am doing wrong that is getting me barely any reviews. I UD often, please tell me!

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