Yes, it's yet another Tiva songfic. Most of my stories probably are.

Disclaimer: I don't own Tony, Ziva, Gibbs, McGee, or "My Life Would Suck Without You" by Kelly Clarkson.

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Guess this means you're sorry
You're standing at my door
Guess this means you take back
All you said before
Like how much you wanted
Anyone but me
Said you'd never come back
But here you are again

The doorbell to Ziva David's apartment rang. Wondering who it would be at this late hour, she stood up to answer it (but not before grabbing her gun). When she did, the Israeli found herself staring at the handsome—Did I really just think that?—face of her partner: Tony DiNozzo. She started to close the door on him, but the senior field agent put his hand up to stop the door's progress.

"Ziva, I need to talk to you," he said.

"Oh, I guess this means you take back what you said before, huh?" she snapped. "Now, get out before I put a hole in your head."

He stepped in anyway, shutting the door behind him.

"Look, Ziva, I said I wouldn't come back—"

"But here you are again," she finished for him, still glaring daggers.

Cause we belong together now, yeah
Forever united here somehow, yeah
You got a piece of me
And honestly
My life (my life) would suck (would suck) without you

"Can't you let me speak?" Tony asked as he stepped closer to her, ignoring her death glare. Ziva could feel his body heat reaching out to her; against her will, she found herself wanting to melt into him. Steeling herself, she muttered, "Sure, go ahead."

"Ziva, I didn't mean what I said earlier, about wanting anyone but you."

"What, you're saying we belong together or something?" Ziva choked back her laughter and nearly choked for real as the senior field agent replied seriously, "I think we do."

"Well," Ziva said, attempting to make light of the situation, "honestly, my life would suck without you."

Tony looked her up and down, an almost playful light in his eyes; then he grabbed her around the waist, pulled her to him, and before the stunned Ziva could react, planted his lips on hers.

To Ziva's horror, she found herself wanting more, and felt immensely relieved when he pulled back.

Maybe I was stupid
For telling you goodbye
Maybe I was wrong
For trying to pick a fight
I know that I've got issues
But you're pretty messed up too
Either way I've found out I'm nothing without you

The next day was an important one for the two NCIS agents. They were about to go on a particular mission. It was a mission that required careful planning and careful timing. It was a mission full of risks.

They were infiltrating a top-secret research base.

So far, everything had gone according to plan . . . until the alarms sounded. Right now, Tony and Ziva were running for their lives, hearing pursuing footsteps several yards behind them.

McGee's voice rang in her earwig: "Ziva, Tony, there's an empty room to your left."

Ziva nodded in acknowledgment and ducked into the room, pulling Tony after her as she hissed, "In here."

Once the door was safely closed, she found herself pressed against Tony, gazing into his emerald eyes, and found her lips inches from his.

After a tense moment, the Mossad liaison officer and NCIS Special Agent slipped into the hallway and continued on their way. The only problem? After exploding into a room, they were captured by guards. Immediately Tony struggled to break free, but one of the guards knocked him out. Seeing her partner down for the count, Ziva went into ninja-assassin mode, taking down several guards before everything went black.