A/N: Really this is just fluff, though I tend to like case fics more than anything. You'll have to deal with this. By the way, I don't own anything. Except Charlee Hunter I guess, but he's a failure methinks. c: This WILL be continued and therefore is not a one-shot. Please review!

Ziva smiled as the team stepped out of the sedan behind her, squinting their eyes in the morning sun. Another murder, though this one had been called in by the FBI. Without needing word from Gibbs, the agent made her way over to a young and rather nervous-looking agent. She couldn't help but notice his good looks, and how blue his eyes were in the light of the sunrise.

"Hello," she acknowledged him formally and flipped out her badge. "Ziva David, NCIS. What've you got?"

"Charlee Hunter, FBI," the man smiled at her. "You can call me Char. The guys do anyway."

"Okay, Char," she nodded to him, offering a smile for his.

"This is Petty Officer Maria-Lynne West. We called you guys as soon as we got here, though the guys didn't seem too happy about it," he paused, then winked with his next words. "I'm not complaining, though. Wish they'd tell me NCIS agents were to pretty though."

Ziva gave him another smile at his charm. This man obviously had experience charming women like herself. "Are you calling my boss pretty?" she joked.

"I… uh… meant you," he replied, slightly confused.

"I know. I was kidding. Look, I have to go… I'll talk to you later, Char," she flashed him one final smile and handed him her business card. Something was off about this card however; on the side was her home phone, scribbled quickly. She took his business card and turned quickly to find Tony right behind her.

"What was that?" he demanded.

"What was WHAT?" she asked, slightly confused.

"That. Y'know. You were clearly flirting."

"Tony, we just had a simple discussion."

"Flirting. Admit it, Zee-vah."

"So what if I was, Tony? Last time I checked, it is legal for me to flirt."

"You can't be flirting with guys like that!"

"Why?"

"They're not good for you."

"Since when have you cared? Besides, he's a lot like you. Good bye, Tony."

Rolling her eyes, the female agent simply walked away.

***

Later that day, Ziva perched upon a barstool, hand on Charlee's as she laughed with her newfound friend. No matter how jealous Tony became, this man seemed good enough. She'd talk to him at least, anyway.

"So what was with your partner guy? That Tony…" Charlee asked, obviously slightly tipsy.

"He's jealous," Ziva shrugged in return, raising her shot glass to her mouth.

"Why would he be jealous? We're just… friends, right?"

"Mmm," she nodded. At least he wasn't jealous of Tony, or outwardly jealous.

"Though, it'd be nice to have more than that," the man whispered in her ear. She found herself turning to smile at him, face just inches from his. Why was she doing this? She barely knew him!

Any logical thought left her mind as he leaned in for a kiss. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling, though it quickly turned to something more. He stood from the barstool and she jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist. With no more coherent words, they stumbled into the men's bathroom.

Tonight was a good, if drunk, night.