Okay, so this is similar to AQotL's fic Songs Like This (check it out if you have time to), but there's a slight difference: the team's not parodying the songs they sing. I guess you could say this fic is inspired by Songs Like This. Seriously, check it out. It's pretty funny.

To clear up the time frame, it's set in season five when Jenny's still alive, and Vance has been introduced. There's also the juicy drama of a certain French doctor who fell in love with an undercover NCIS agent. (hint, hint).

Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing. Well, I own the song on CD, but that's basically it.

A/N: This chappie contains refrences of my own to the songfic using this song in Best Shots. You might want to read that to make sense of this first chapter.

Song: "All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You" by Heart

Chapter One: All I Wanna Do Is Make Love to You

"Tony, remind me why I'm here," Ziva David implored her co-worker as he dragged her over to the bar.

"I'd like to know that as well, DiNozzo," Leroy Jethro Gibbs added as he unwillingly followed his senior field agent. Timothy McGee, Abby Scuito, Jennifer Shepherd, Ducky, Leon Vance, and Jimmy Palmer were right behind the team leader.

"I thought we needed a night out," Tony replied, glancing over his shoulder pointedly at Gibbs. "We've been overworked lately, and since there's been a lull in the amount of cases, I thought . . ."

"Enough said," McGee interrupted, throwing up his hands. "We get the picture."

"Good. Now, what do you guys want to drink?"

Jenny blanched. "Really, DiNozzo? Really?"

"Well, we're not on duty," he reasoned.


"Just give me bourbon," Jethro snapped.

"Yes, sir," said the bartender, setting down the glass he was washing. Everyone jumped. They'd forgotten they weren't alone.

Suddenly Abby let out a squeal. "Ohmigod, look! They have a karaoke machine!" The Goth bounced up and down, clapping her hands together. "Can we? Please, please, please?"

The rest of the team exchanged amused glances. Jenny and Gibbs sighed. "As long as we're here, we might as well."

"Great!" Abby grabbed Ziva, and, ignoring both her and Tony's protests, dragged the Mossad liaison officer over to the stage. "Get up there!" she ordered.

Ziva shot her a look that said, "You're kidding, right?" But the excitable Gothic forensic scientist had turned her back and was rifling through the CD choices. After shooting a "Help me!" look back at the team, who didn't look like they were going to offer it, Ziva climbed oh so reluctantly onto the stage and grabbed the microphone. All eyes turned on her as the song started playing.

Oh, no, Abby. You had to pick this one? she thought in despair. When the NCIS Caf-Pow-loving scientist motioned at her urgently, Ziva swallowed the butterflies in her stomach and started singing:

"It was a rainy night when he came into sight
Standing by the road with no umbrella, no coat
So I pulled up along side and I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smile so we drove for a while"

From where the team was sitting, McGee glanced at Gibbs. "Is she really singing—"

"Yep," he confirmed, glaring at Tony.

"What?" DiNozzo asked indignantly.

On stage, Ziva's eyes found her partner. Almost immediately, she grew less nervous. Memories of that night flashed through her head. Her voice grew stronger as she continued:

"I didn't ask him his name, this lonely boy in the rain
Fate tell me it's right, is this love at first sight
Please don't make it wrong just stay for the night"

Tony's face went as white as a sheet. Out loud, he said, "Oh, come on! Abby!" He rounded on the black-haired woman, who was right behind him. She looked up at him innocently. "What?"

As Ziva started the next bit in the song, Tony's attention jerked back to her.

"All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will
You want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to"

By now the whole team was staring at the senior field agent, who was looking increasingly uncomfortable. A grin was crawling over Abby's face, and Gibbs looked as if his worst fears had come true.

"So we found this hotel, it was a place I knew well
We made magic that night. Oh he did everything right
He brought the woman out of me, so many times, easily
And in the morning when he woke all I left him was a note
I told him I am the flower you are the seed
We walked in the garden we planted a tree
Don't try to find me please don't you dare
Just live in my memory you'll always be there"

Ziva felt a grin creeping across her face as she took in her partner's reaction. She was actually enjoying torturing him like this, making him relieve these half-buried memories. Of course, the team's reaction was priceless.

By now, Tony's mind was flooded with memories of that fateful night. The heat they'd generated that cool, rainy night, the note she'd left, how he'd felt when he learned she was gone. . . .

"All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to

Oh oooh we made love
Love like strangers
All night long
We made love

Then it happened one day, we came round the same way
You can imagine his surprise when he saw his own eyes
I said please please understand
I'm in love with another man
And what he couldn't give me, oh whoa, was the one little thing that you can

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I want to do is make love to you
Come on say you will you want me too

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will, baby, you want me too

All night long
All night long
All night long
All night long

All I wanna do
All I wanna do
All I wanna do
All I wanna do
All I wanna do is make love to you

One night of love was all we knew
All night long"

As the Israeli finished and climbed down as fast as she could from the stage, Tony bit back a gulp. Gibbs, Director Shepard, Assistant Director Vance, and Ducky were giving him stern looks. "DiNozzo," Gibbs said, "please tell me that didn't really happen."

"It's a song," Palmer butted in, looking confused. "How could it be— Ow!" He ended in a yelp of pain as Abby elbowed him in the side. "That was my ribcage!"

"Oh, sorry," she told him, not sounding sorry at all. She dragged him away from the rest of the NCIS gang, and pushed him down on an empty chair. "You might want to pay attention to what Ziva and Tony—or me for that matter—has to say on the subject."

Frightened of the Goth, the Autopsy Gremlin did as directed, watching with interest as Ziva stalked over to the group. The Mossad liaison officer jabbed her finger at Abby and growled, "How did you find out?"

Palmer and McGee's jaws dropped; then a smirk slowly crawled across the probationary agent's face. "My book was right!" he crowed.

Tony rounded on him. "Shut it. Otherwise, I might unleash the wrath of the Mossad hunting dog on you." He pointed at Ziva, whose knife was in easy reach of her hand. "You wouldn't want that, would you?"

"Oh, no," Timothy hastily agreed, though he couldn't keep the idiotic grin off his face.

Meanwhile, the team's leader had turned to face Tony and Ziva. His ice-blue eyes flashed. "So you're saying that really did happen?"

Even the assassin quailed under the force of his anger. She defended themselves, "Relax, would you? It was before NCIS, and I didn't even know about this song until afterwards."

That didn't stop the almighty Gibbs-slap. This time, it was harder than usual. Both Tony and Ziva winced and rubbed their heads where the blow had fallen. Jenny laid a soothing hand on the silver-haired fox's shoulder. "Can you blame them, Jethro? Remember our night in Paris?"

"That was an undercover op!"

"Okay!" Abby piped up, seeking to distract the rest of the gang. "How about another song?"

"Just as long as you don't choose it," Ducky replied.