A/N Just something I came up with while trying to write more of Remember.

Set after Designated Target

Chapter 1 – Ziva's POV

Ziva sat at her desk, rewriting some case notes. But her mind was elsewhere.

She had actually asked him, right? "Do you ever think about soulmates?" She had actually asked Tony whether he had ever considered soulmates.

He, of course, had replied with a sarcastic movie reference.

Ziva was disappointed. Just for once, she wanted him to be serious.

She thought of him as more than a friend. She knew it, she accepted it. Now she just had to do something about it.

Maybe he didn't love her back? That had to be it. He didn't seem to have any issues dating other people. Meanwhile, Ziva couldn't commit to anything really. Guys asked for her number, she said she had a boyfriend. Guys asked her to dance, she said her feet were sore. The more pathetic the excuse, the more she used it.

The only thing in the last few years that she could consider a 'relationship' was her meeting with Lieutenant Sanders. But even that was nearly a year ago, and that was only a two day event.

Ziva kept arguing with herself in her head.

I should just tell Tony how I feel.

Yeah, and then working with him will be a real treat. Get real.

But what if he does feel the same way?

Yeah right. He doesn't.

How do I know that for sure?

Because he used to date every skirt he laid his eyes on and he hasn't been interested in dating since Jeanne.

So what? Maybe he's ready but he just doesn't know it.

"Ziva? You alright?"

Ziva snapped out of her head and zoned back in on her surroundings.

Tony was sitting at his desk, looking at her intently.

"What?" she asked.

"You've been staring at your notes for nearly five minutes and you haven't moved a muscle."

"I'm fine," she said. She packed up her papers. "I'm going for coffee."

"Yeah, sure-" Ziva didn't hear the rest. She walked swiftly from the room to prevent herself from being questioned further.

Now look what you've done, she thought. Now he's curious.

No he's not! He just wanted to know why you were staring at your notes!

Ziva slapped herself lightly on the head, trying to make the voices leave.

This was ridiculous. She had to tell him. Otherwise she'd end up making a bigger fool of herself.

She returned to her desk about ten minutes later, clutching her styrofoam cup.

Tony was still at his desk, talking on the phone.

Ziva waited for a few minutes after he hung up to start talking.



Ziva smiled. It wasn't often that he said her name like that, but every time he did, it was special. "I have to talk to you about something."

Tony stared at her. "Sounds serious."

"It is."

"You're pregnant?"

Ziva was shocked. "What? No!" Like I could possibly be pregnant, she thought.

"You're moving?"


"You're going back to Israel? Because that would really suck."


Tony leant back on his chair. "I give up. What do you wanna talk about?"

Ziva look a mouthful of her drink. It was now or never. "Tony, I-"

"Gear up!" Gibbs announced as he walked down the stairs.

Ziva fell back against her chair, deflating. She grabbed her bag and followed Gibbs.

At least she could be happy that Tony was actually paying attention to her.

A/N Please review!

I'll be posting Tony's POV soon – shouldn't take long to write.

I realise this is a bit OOC. If anything, the next chapter will be even more so.

Hope you liked it!