A/N: I am so sorry for how long this took. I feel so angry at myself for leaving this for so unbelievably long.

"Where are they McGoo? They told us to meet them here at 21:00 hours. It's now quarter past," I hissed at McGeek impatiently, he looked at me with the innocent puppy dog eyes.

"Just calm down Tony. I'm sure they'll b-" He stared intently at two people at the bar inside Harty's. "Um...Tony, what are Palmer and Ducky doing here?"

"What do you mean?" I looked at the two men. It was Autopsy Gremlin and Ducky! Ziva must've invited them. I walked inside and made my way towards them, McSidekick followed like a puppy dog. "Gremlin? Duckman? What are you two doing here? I mean Autopsy Gremlin, I understand. But Ducky? Why are you at a nightclub?" I pointed towards Palmer understandingly - I mean, really, after the whole Agent Lee debacle, we had all changed our thoughts about the faithful, do-gooding Gremlin – and then pointed to Ducky with a shocked and kind of disturbed look on my face.

"Don't worry Anthony. I'm only here to have a scotch and watch this dance off of Ziva," Ducky pointed to the newly arrived co-workers, I turned my body to face the entrance, "and yours."

My jaw dropped. Ziva looked amazing, sexy, beautiful. I just blacked out, all I could see was her. There were no words to describe it. The dress hugged all of her curves and looked stunning against her skin. Ziva was definitely the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Half of her hair was pinned up and the other was curled and almost went down to her waist.

Abby had reached the bar by now and was laughing, along with the others. Had I known that they were laughing at me, I may have gained some composure and tried to pick up what was left of my pride. My jaw was still wide open. I tried to compose myself, but Ziva winked at me. She actually winked at me! I tensed up, feeling a heavy rush of arousal– Oh God! No DiNozzo, think back to McGee in a dress, I chuckled at this particular thought and turned back to the bar, trying to hide my growing erection. Everything that woman did turned me on. I picked up a drink and sculled it, the liquor burned my throat.

"Tony," the sexy Israeli said, brushing past me. The feel of her skin on mine sent sparks flying up my forearm, i tried to ignore them... as I always did.

"Ziva," I replied, tried to sound relaxed and not picture her naked at the same time.

By 20:30, Ziva had danced with many men, none of those included me. Abby had danced with McGoo, Duckman had left- clearly through the lack of or too much excitement- and Autopsy Gremlin had disappeared. And here I was, drinking scotch and staring at my $500 Italian leather shoes. When would this bet actually go forward?

Ziva's POV.

I was swaying to the music, drunken men all around me. I looked over at the bar and was all too surprised to see Tony staring at his shoes. Whilst staring at him, I had not noticed that my body was already making it's way over to him. A man behind me shouted something unintelligible my way- I dismissed it and kept walking. It was then that I saw some... blimpo? Blipo? Bimpo? Bimbo! -I must remember that one – flirting with Tony, yet he seemed unhappy and uncomfortable. I decided to rescue him from the blonde woman who looked too much like a prostitute.

"Hey Tony," I said. Beginning my savior, I snaked my arms around him and kissed him on the cheek, he looked at me in pure shock. I looked at him, my eyes saying 'relax, I'll get you out of this one.' I then turned to the rather confused looking woman, putting out my hand, "Ziva DiNozzo," the name rolled off my tongue naturally, "I see you have met my husband." I smiled looking at the still shocked Tony beside me.

"Your married?" the woman screeched.

"Well..."

"Whatever, I don't need this!" the woman turned and stalked away. Tony turned to me.

"What was that?" he asked incredulously. The man had a habit of get high pitched at the end of a sentence; it was cute, but annoying.

"Me, saving you from her," I answered, "You looked like you were not having a good time, so I stepped in." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah. But why'd you pretend to be married to me? I mean, you could have been-" I stopped him.

"Shut up and dance with me DiNozzo," I smirked when he stuttered.

"Wel- Well, umm... what about the bet?" he asked.

"Tony, it is my favourite song. Just dance with me." I pulled his tie and led him into a cramped space in the middle of the dance floor.

'I can see your body moving, and it's driving me crazy.

And I, didn't have the slightest idea, till I saw you dancing.

And when you walk up on the dance floor, nobody can let it go.

The way you move your body girl.

Everything so unexpected, the way you right and left it.'

I moved my hips around and side to side along with the beat of the song, mimicking the words.

"I wouldn't have taken you for a Shakira fan. But it's hot!" Tony shouted, slightly embarrassed at what he had just said. He was just standing there, watching me.

"Dance, Tony. Don't just stand there and drool." I smiled at that and walked around him, my shoulders sliding along his body on my way. I could almost feel the electricity between us as I stopped at his ear to sing my favourite part of the song.

"Ohh baby when you talk like that, you make a woman go mad. So be wise, and keep on…reading the signs of my body."

He looked at me wide eyed as I pressed up against his front, I just winked, feeling his ever-growing hardness against my stomach. Ever since we had made the bet, I knew my walls had come crashing down. We both wanted each other, it was a fact. Tonight I had to give in.

Tony's POV

Something snapped inside me as I was staring blankly into Ziva's eyes. I loved her, I wanted her.

"Ziva..." I smirked, not the infamous 'DiNozzo smirk' she hated, but one she had never seen before. I was going to give this woman the night of her life and she didn't even know it yet. Scratch that... Not woman. Lover.

Ziva looked up at me in frustration and shock, I could tell why. I backed up a bit to give my manhood some space, but some ass-wipe pushed me back into her. I held the small of her back closely as I fell into her. I hissed and she looked up at me.

"Tony..." she moaned, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I pulled her in as close as possible.

"Are you sure about this Ziva?"

"Does a bear sit in the woods?" She panted.

"Zee, the bear 'shits' in the woods," I whisper.

"That is just stupid, mine makes much more sense. Whatever, are you going to kiss me yet DiNoz-" before she could get the last words in I pulled her chin up and bit her lower lip lightly, pulling her in to me as close as humanly possible. Zi responded by delving her tongue in my mouth, brushing it fiercely against mine before I began to lightly suck on it, receiving a deep moan and a shiver from Ziva.

McGee's POV

"Uhh, Abby..." I grimaced, looking towards a certain couple in the middle of the dance floor. It was, after all, incredibly hard NOT to notice them.

"Yeah Timmy? Wow... Are you okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost!" I ignored Abby's comment and just pointed towards the couple in front of us. "Woah! I knew it! I knew they had feelings for each other! Timmy, do you know what this means? I won the bet! $500 is all mine! I wonder if they've been secretly dating. Ooh, I wonder if they..."

"Abby!" I shouted.

"What, Timmy? This is extremely important! I knew this would happen! Not here of course... I would have hoped for somewhere more romantic, but... Still! This is amazing! They're going at each other like rabbits McGee! It's amazing and gross at the same time! Ooh, I wonder if they'll get married and have kids, with a white picket fence and a cute little dog, and..."

"ABBY!" I repeated. I loved Abbs, but her incessant dribble was sometimes far too much for a sane human being to handle.

"Sorry Timmy..." She apologized, "Wait, what are they gonna do about Gibbs?"

"Miss Sciuto, I'd would guess that Jethro has already come to terms with the whole ordeal," Ducky added.

"I agree with Ducky, Abbs, but I still really don't want to see Gibbs when they tell him," I half-smiled, turned away from the couple on the dance floor and picked up a shot from the bar.

Ziva's POV

"Toooonnnyyy," I moaned, slinking my arm around his neck, his lips attached to my neck. Licking, Sucking, Biting. He really was talented at this sort of thing. It then occurred to me that I had my work partner Tony DiNozzo kissing my neck. In a nightclub. It was so wrong but oh so very right. I rolled my eyes into the back of my head, pleasure pounded through every vein in my body. I had imagined this moment too many times, but my imagination didn't do Tony justice. Not even close.

"We have to get out of here Zi," he panted, lips red and swollen and hair disheveled. I had never wanted a man anymore than I did right now.

"My place is closer," I answered back, catching my breath.

"Let's go," He yelled, grabbing my arm and pulling me outside the nightclub and into the streets of D.C. I looked up at the star-filled sky, breathing in the fresh air. I was finally going to go through with this. Finally, I was going to make love to my best-friend, my work partner and most importantly the man I love.