A/N: I decided it was time to begin a new story! If you have read Broken, do not fear! I will still continue it!
Also, welcome to any new readers!
I hope you enjoy this first chapter!
Ziva glanced up from her work, looking at the man sitting opposite her. Her luscious brown hair shaded her face from the bright July sun coming in through the windows. She was staring at him, she knew. She just couldn't help it. She couldn't help but think what it would be like to be in a relationship, a proper relationship with him. Not just a fling… Something serious.
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?
She wondered what it would be like to have him return her feelings… For him to be in love with her too. She sighed and he looked up. She quickly adjusted her gaze, so that her eyes were raised to the heavens.
"Something up, Zee-vah?" Tony asked, making her name last longer just to irritate her.
"I hate this type of work." Ziva said, trying to cover up what she really had been thinking about. It wasn't a lie; she rather disliked having to type up everything for cold cases, and try to fathom out little problems and errors in the evidence, that might lead to new ideas of the culprit or culprits.
"Don't we all." Tony sighed too, and stared forlornly out of the window. How he wished he was laying on a beach somewhere, the Caribbean possibly, soaking up the sun and ogling all the girls in skimpy bikinis. The idea was a very nice idea, but he couldn't help but think how much more preferable the plan would be if it included lying next to (or under) Ziva. A satisfied smirk spread across his face. He was remembering the memorable photos of Ziva in a bikini. She was HOT!
Why would you wanna take our love and tear it all apart, now?
"DiNozzo." Gibbs said slapping Tony across the back of the head. "Cold cases. I would say 'get to it' but I need you and Ziva."
"McGee, keep up the good work!" He added, calling across the bullpen to McGee. McGee groaned theatrically and Tony smirked.
"Ciao, McGoo!" He called, before grabbing his bag and making his way over to the lift. Gibbs hit the button.
The doors opened to reveal a crammed lift. Gibbs rolled his eyes.
"Stairs." He said, and Tony groaned.
"Do we have to?" He whined, and Ziva laughed. She knew exactly how to get him down those stairs, and fast.
"Bet I can beat you down to the bottom." She challenged, and a competitive grin spread across Tony's face.
"You're on." He said, and they both sprinted toward the stairs. Gibbs rolled his eyes and followed after the two field agents at a rather slower pace.
If only they'd get on and realize their feelings for each other, already. He thought. Ziva and Tony would probably make a good couple. He pondered the idea, and thought of discussing the idea of getting them together with Abby. Abby would love the idea, he knew.
Jenny. Her face appeared in his mind and tears welled in his eyes. He angrily blinked them away. Someone would only get hurt if Ziva and Tony dated. Tony physically probably, and Ziva mentally. He decided against taking any actions against one of his strongest rules.
"So, who won?" He asked when he arrived in the ground floor stairwell. Tony was doubled over, breathing heavily, and Ziva was observing him while leaning against the wall. A triumphant smile transformed her features.
"She did." Tony said, gesturing to the brunette beauty that he loved too much. It really was an unhealthy obsession.
Why would you wanna make the very first scar?
"She? The dog's mother?" Ziva said, skeptically.
"Cat." Tony corrected, standing up straight, and following after Gibbs who had walked off over to the car.
"Whatever." Ziva shot back at him and Gibbs couldn't help but chuckle at their bickering. They reminded him so much of an old married couple when they argued. It was generally a rather humorous event for anyone standing in hearing range.
Gibbs drove, while Ziva and Tony sat next to each other in the back. There was an awkward silence as neither of them wanted to start a conversation. Finally, Tony broke the silence.
"Gay baby." He said sincerely and Ziva looked at him, confused.
"What?" She asked, wondering what he was talking about.
"In every awkward silence a gay baby is born." Tony said, nodding. His lips twitched into a smile as Ziva caught on what he was saying. She punched him in the arm.
"How cruel." She said, her tone joking. Tony grinned and she smiled back at him. He realized that he was staring at her, at the same moment that she realized that she was staring into his blue-gray eyes. Tony began to lean in, and for a moment Ziva realized she was leaning forward too.
"We're here." Gibbs called out and the moment was broken. Ziva quickly turned away and opened the door before Tony could see the blush rising over her cheeks. Tony blinked, trying to figure out what had happened. He had almost lost control… He had almost kissed her… For a while there he had thought that Ziva was going to kiss him back…
Tough luck, DiNozzo. He thought, angry at himself. She's never going to love a failure and a player like you.
Tony joined Ziva and Gibbs at the crime scene and had to cover his nose at the foul smell of rotting smell. He surveyed the area. There was a decomposing, headless body lying in the foliage at the edge of the small path they were standing on. A cute, female runner of about 20 sat wrapped in foil, talking to a policeman with a rather haunted look on her face.
The body belonged to a woman, and Gibbs sent Tony and Ziva looking for more evidence and to take photographs of the crime scene.
"That is rather disgusting." Tony stated, wrinkling his nose. Ziva stolidly stared at the ground.
"I have seen worse." She muttered. Her voice was quiet and Tony decided to probe further into her comment.
"What happened Ziva?" He asked, trying to sound caring. She seemed upset about something.
"Nothing… Nothing you need to know about anyway." Ziva said hotly and Tony put his hands up in defense.
"Okay! I was only trying to help." He replied and Ziva sighed.
"I'm sorry." She apologized, still staring at the ground. "Look!"
"What?" Tony looked where she was pointing and almost retched. A rotting head was lying in the leafage a few yards away. The head was slashed, more than likely by a knife or suchlike. "Ew."
"Now that is disgusting." Ziva agreed and they approached it cautiously. Ziva took some photos of it and bent down to examine it. Tony snapped some photos of Ziva's butt as she leant down.
"Tony, do put the camera away." She said, exasperated. "McGee will only wonder why you were taking photos of my ass."
Tony chuckled and knelt down next to Ziva, making carefully sure that his knees did not touch the ground.
"But you have a nice ass!" He protested and Ziva had to hide a pleased smile.
"How kind of you." Ziva smirked and Tony took a deep breath.
"Ziva…?" Ziva turned to face him, her expression questioning.
"Yes, Tony?" Tony looked at her for a few seconds before replying. He tried to keep hush-hush about it normally but he really wanted to have Ziva to himself tonight.
"Well… It is my birthday today… And I was wondering… If you would come… to dinner with me tonight?" He said the last bit all in a rush, running the words into each other. A sudden smile brightened Ziva's features and her eyes reflected the obvious happiness she felt in being invited.
Why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart?
"Thank you! I would love you! Happy birthday!" She grinned, and then added in a conspiratorial whisper. "So… how old?"
"Never ask a man his age!" Tony protested and Ziva raised an eyebrow.
"First of all that is never ask a woman her age, but do conclude." She grinned.
"Thirty-four." Tony admitted.
"Why are you embarrassed?" Ziva asked, and Tony shrugged. "Well, thank you for the invitation..!"
"Glad to see you don't mind spending more time with me than necessary!" Tony shot back, and grinning like idiots, they made their way back to Gibbs with the news about their new found find.
It's not unbroken anymore.
How do I get it back the way it was before?
A/N: Please review and say what you think!
The lyrics are from "A Perfectly Good Heart" which, as you may have guessed, is also the title of the story! © Taylor Swift
Please tell me what you think, and whether I should continue!