Title: The Way You Look Tonight
Rating: T, for possible future chapters.
Disclaimer: If only I owned...

A/N: Does that say collection? Is this a collection of oneshots? Why, yes, it most certainly is. In fact, since it's summer, I decided that doing a collection of oneshots surrounding a song by Frank Sinatra is a must. In fact, it's not even optional in my opinion. Or, as Hayley says, "Summer updates? Oh noes." or something to that affect. And, if I'm honest, I really like this idea. I was honest. There we go. :P Anywho... I just watched the preview of Harry Potter and The Deathy Hallows P. 1 on the MTV Movie Awards (which they should just call "We Love Twilight" and get it over with), and I squealed. That was the only reason I was watching. That, and I love Aziz Ansari. :D Btw; I love Frank Sinatra. He's been on repeat and shuffle for ever. He's officiall my summer music.

This sits somewhere in this summer, and in the near to late future. In fact, it just kinda floats. I'm not even sure. I only know that it's a collection.


Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm,
And your cheeks so soft,
There is nothing for me but to love you.
And the way you look tonight.
The Way You Look Tonight – Frank Sinatra

The summer night was filled with laughter, talking, bugs and lights. The sun was still lingering, and it was getting close to eight, causing many people to still be walking down the sidewalks and playing in the parks. There was a dog barking somewhere in the distance, but no one seemed to mind. It had been hellishly hot during the day, and with the cool air came the people.

Down the street, people were finally sitting outside at café's, enjoying the lights that twinkled around the small patio like space. There was ivy branches climbing up the poles, and there was soft music playing through hidden rock speakers. People sat spread out at tables, some alone and others with company. At the far end sat Tony DiNozzo and Ziva David, under the most heavily ivy covered pole. They each had a menu, and had already received their drinks. Ziva was trying her best to keep the gnats out of her Italian soda that Tony had insisted she order. She took another drink, smiling. Tony watched her from where he sat, already knowing what he was going to order.

After what seemed like the hottest day of the year (which, cruelly, had to involve literally chasing down suspects), Gibbs had sent everyone home. He himself seemed to be affected by the intense heat, and had been drinking what looked and smelled like iced coffee. McGee had booked it out of the bullpen (as he'd been complaining about taking a shower since the child of a suspect had dripped popsicle on him) leaving Tony and Ziva. Tony had been in a somewhat good mood all day, as he greatly enjoyed when summer came around. There was something about popsicles, pools, and bikini's that made him feel free.

After packing up his things, he looked up to see Ziva hesitating to pack up her things. He realized she probably didn't want to go home for various reasons, so he invited her to go out to eat with him. At first he thought she'd decline and just leave, but when she smiled he'd realized he was golden.

Now, they sat at the café in comfortable silence. Ziva had taken off her jacket and pulled her hair up in a ponytail and Tony had long ago rolled up his shirt sleeves. Ziva took another drink of her soda, enjoying how cold it was going down her throat. Tony took another drink of his water, scrunching his nose.

"You look a little sunburned." Ziva pointed out, and Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure I'm not just red in the face because I'm still hot?" He asked, and she shook her head with a smile.

"I am very sure. Your nose looks a little red." She said with a shrug, and Tony grimaced. He hated sunburns.

"Oh well. I guess I should have put on sunscreen like McGee."

Ziva nodded, glad she didn't burn. She finished looking over the menu, finally deciding on a salad. She didn't feel like eating something hot, so a salad sounded perfect. Closing her menu, she placed it on top of Tony's.

"Do you know what you're going to order?" Tony asked, and Ziva nodded.

"I am going to have a salad." She said, smiling at Tony smirked at her. He was about to say something when on cue their waiter came over. They orders quickly, and soon were back to talking. The conversation flowed easily, as they had much to discuss. During most of the day, they'd been too busy searching information or running after suspects to discuss much. This alone time gave them an opportunity to do so. They kept conversation flowing until their dinner arrived, which was a while. However, their dinner didn't stop their conversation as they kept talking.

It wasn't long before Ziva was smiling, and soon she was laughing as Tony started to make jokes about Gibbs and his supposed iced coffee. Tony had been itching to make jokes all day long, but he decided his job was worth more than making a few jokes to Gibbs' face. Ziva told her own joke, and Tony laughed along with her. Ziva held her hand over her mouth, afraid that salad would spray all over her lap. Tony smiled at her, his laughter dying down as he watched Ziva.

The twinkling lights created the softest of glows around her face. Tony had noticed that she looked particularly happy this week, and he knew it was because things just seemed to be going their way. She was also still on a high from getting her citizenship, which seemed to take a weight off her shoulders.

"You know, this could be considered a first date." Tony said suddenly, the block between his mouth and his brain gone. Ziva smiled at him, her laughter still evident on her cheeks. She shrugged.

"Do you want it to be a first date?" She asked, and Tony laughed.

"It's the best first date I've been on in a while. Nothing catastrophic has happened yet." Tony joked, and Ziva laughed. She smiled at him, and making Tony feel safe that no jokes would be thrown about this being his best first date. It was a soft, friendly smile that Tony enjoyed receiving. Tony reached over and took her hand that lay on the table, squeezing it gently.

"Then I guess this is a first date." Ziva said, squeezing Tony's hand back. She allowed him to stab at a crunchy looking piece of lettuce, knowing that the salad was too big for her to finish on her own. She offered him the plate, and he took it with a smile. He handed her his plate, and she decided to try some of his chicken.

Tony looked up from his salad eating, watching Ziva pick at his chicken. He couldn't say he hadn't noticed before, but she really did look beautiful in the twinkling light. Not only that, but she truly looked relaxed and happy. Tony smiled to himself, taking a mental image.

"For a rainy day." Tony said quietly, and Ziva looked up.

"What?" She said, and Tony frowned when he realized he said that aloud.

"Nothing, just mumbling to myself." He said, and Ziva went back to eating. Tony smiled, taking a drink of his water.

Tony smiled, knowing that nothing in the world (besides it ending) would ruin this perfect first date.


A/N: Halfway though typing this, I decided that these will progress with time. So, each chapter will go forward, and be a night in the ongoing relationship of Tony and Ziva. I'm not sure how much will be romance or friendship. It's summer, I'm going to take my permit test tomorrow, and it's super warm. I'm not sure about anything.

Reviews, though I'm pretty sure I'm still not getting e-mails from FF, would be lovely.

-Thanks, Izzy.