Just a little song fic-thing, all about Ziva and her thoughts on Tony. Enjoy, but i'm still getting the hang of this, remember. :)
& if i did own ncis, it would be different, but i don't so there. :)

I took a chance, I took a shot
And you might think I'm bulletproof, but I'm not
You took a swing, I took it hard
And down here from the ground I see who you are
I'm sick and tired of your attitude
I'm feeling like I don't know you
You tell me that you love me then you cut me down
And I need you like a heartbeat
And I know that you see what you're doing to me
Tell me why…

Ziva faked a smile as Tony talked away animatedly to his girlfriend on the phone, totally oblivious to the fact that her heart was breaking in two.

'Okay, then, yeah. I love you, Jeanne.' Tony flipped his phone shut and flashed Ziva a guilty grin. 'I'm sorry, Zee-vah, I'm off out now. You'll be okay, won't you?'

'Of course, Tony. '

'Well, bye then.' He ran off towards the elevator, not looking back.

Ziva collapsed down onto her desk, sighing. Did he honestly not know how she felt?

Could they ever, really be more than friends?

He saw her as some invincible Mossad ninja with no emotions; how wrong he was. How she wished to look into those beautiful brown eyes and see her love returned, rather than just a friendly glance.

But that, she convinced herself, was not going to happen.

'I'm sorry,' she thought, 'But its just not worth it any more.'

And she left.

I take a step back, let you go

I told you I'm not bulletproof

Now you know