If you read my one shot for Tiva, you know that I get ideas from random things. I got this idea, from my pillow. :)

Discalaimer: If I owned anything, I think everyones dreams would have come true by now.

P.S, It's in Tony's POV. And I had a little background written up for you guys, but this stupid thing keeps deleting it, so I'm sorry. You have any questions, review or PM me.

I shut off the lawn mower, whipping off my hand. I pulled the old thing over to the garage, putting it in its rightful place. I was about to close the garage door when my neighbors pulled up. They were back form the airport.

"DiNozzo, did you get the back?" My neighbor, Gibbs, said to me as he got out of the car. He never called me Tony, or even Anthony.

"Yes sir." I said, hugging his wife Jenny. She patted my back.

"You know that just his way of saying thanks." She said, and we both smiled. After 17 years of living next door to him, I knew his ways. I also knew to never call him by his first name. Abby, his adopted daughter, got out of the car. She pulled a suitcase out of the trunk. I waved at her.

"Grab a suit care, won't you Tony?" Jenny asked and I nodded. I grabbed the biggest, and the heaviest, and followed Jenny inside.

"Ziva sure has a lot of stuff." Abby said to anyone. I put the suitcase I was holding next to the one Abby had sat down, taking the water Jenny offered me. It was mid summer, and any physical work caused even the best athlete to sweat.

"I don't pack little, as you say." A voice, I expected the exchange student, said from behind me.

"It's pack light." I corrected as I turned. Standing in the doorway was....... well, to say the least, a very stunning girl. She had long, wavy, and wild hair, which was a dark brown. It reached below her shoulders. Her eyes were dark, but they sparkled anyway. She was wearing cargo pants, in 100 degree weather, and a white t-shirt. She smiled at me, and Gibbs pushed her into the kitchen. Jenny grabbed her hand and pulled her put to the bar.

"Ziva, this is Anthony DiNozzo, but we, minus Jethro, call him Tony. He lives next door." Jenny said, and I offered my hand. She shook it, her grip firm and strong.

"It's the house with the green picket fence." I said, and Gibbs laughed.

"I'll remember that." Ziva said. Abby wrapped her arms around Ziva from behind, her face bright. I knew Abby was excited to have a somewhat sister for a year. It was a dream come true for her.

"Ziva is going to be in our class, Tony." Abby said. Ziva nodded.

"It's called a junior, right?" She asked, and I nodded. I could already tell that her English was bad, and I guessed that she was making mental notes.

"I need to go tell McGee. Can I?" Abby asked Gibbs, and he nodded. McGee, or Timothy depending on who was speaking, was Abby's best friend. Ziva sighed in relief as Abby bounded out the garage door, Gibbs right behind her. Jenny smiled at Ziva, giving her shoulders a squeeze.

"She'll get easier to deal with after about a month. She's just over excited. Now let's get your bags up to your room." I grabbed the big heavy suitcase again, leading the way up to the bedroom Ziva was going to be occupying. I had helped Gibbs put the bed together and get the dresser up the stairs as punishment for spilling paint on his new car. I walked in, admiring my paint job. It had taken a whole day, but Jenny had helped with the trim and the door. The walls were a semi dark green, and the trim was a deep, deep purple. The dresser and bed were white, and the sheets blue and green. I would have slept in the room.

I placed the suit case on the floor next to the dresser. Only clothes could weigh that much. Ziva sat down on her bed, looking around.

"Do you like it?" I asked her, watching her run her fingers over the night stand Gibbs had built. She looked at me.

"It's beautiful." She said, admiring the lamp.

"Tony spent a whole day painting this room with Gibbs. It was his punishment." Jenny laughed, and I scowled. Ziva laughed at my face.

"What did you do?" She asked. I frowned.

"He spilled paint on my new car." Gibbs said from behind me. I cringed, waiting for the head slap. But he didn't. Instead he walked down to his room. Ziva opened the closet, walking in. I shut the door and Jenny laughed.

"I bet that closet is bigger than yours Tony." Jenny teased me. I gave her a look, and leaned against the wall. Gibbs slapped my head, and I groaned.

"What was that for?" I asked, turning to look at him. He had his usual look on his face.

"Because. I'm sure you've done something wrong today." Gibbs said, walking out the door and back downstairs. Ziva walked out of her closet, confused.

"Why did he do that?" She asked.

"It's his love tap." Jenny said. I scoffed.

"Love tap my-"

"Tony!" Jenny said, and Ziva laughed. Jenny looked at her watch, then at me.

"I think you can go home now Tony. I'll send your mom this week's money." She said, and I nodded. I waved goodbye, walking back down the stairs and out the garage. I jumped over my fence, crossing my grassy lawn. My phone went off, and I looked at the screen. I had a new text message.

From Jeanne.

I groaned, hitting ignore. Ever since we had gone out for two months last year, she was obsessed with me. I had to practically hide from her. I shut my phone, putting it back in my pocket. I walked inside, to find my mom at the kitchen table. She smiled as I walked in.

"Hey Mom." I said, kissing her cheek. She smiled at me.

"Did you meet Ziva?" She asked me, patting the table next to her. I sat down.

"Yes. She's…. nice." I said. My mom laughed.

"I know you better than that Tony. What do you think of her, honestly?" My mom poked me in the arm. I blushed.

"She's…. beautiful mom. But, I think she has to learn a lot about America." I observed, and my mom nodded in agreement.

"She's Israeli, as in Israel. People are going to hear that and think she's a terrorist. It would suck for her to go to school and people shun her because they think she is a part of 9/11. I feel sorry for her. People are just so judge mental." My mom said, her voice sad. Her face got soft, and I waited.

"You'll be nice to her, won't you? Look out for her like you do Abby?" She asked me. I smiled. In the 9th grade, a junior had tried to shove Abby in a trash can because he thought she needed to be shoved…. in a trash can. Let's just say, he found himself in a tight spot. Having known Abby since I was two, I felt like it was the right thing to do.

"I will, I promise." I answered, and my mom kissed my cheek.

"That's my boy."

Every year, our neighborhood had an end of the summer barbeque. And it was almost always at Gibbs house. Not only was he one of the best cooks, he also was the only one who had a swimming pool and a play structure. Abby still loved playing on it. It was a potluck dinner, and everybody brought their special dish. There was always a canopy set up where the food was, and the deck was used for dancing. Chairs were set everywhere, where the older people sat and talked, sometimes until 2 in the morning. Me, Abby, McGee, and the Jones Twins were the oldest kids there. The rest of the kids were Junior High and younger. The Jones twins had developed this crush on me, the summer before 7th grade. It was the first time I went into the pool with out my shirt on, and they nearly jumped me. Every year after that, they asked me to dance, chased me around the play structure, trying to get me. I was smarter, of course, and always seemed to get smacked in the head by Gibbs and they stopped. I thanked God they went to a private school, while I went to public school. This year was going to be different with Ziva there. The Jones twins would have someone new to poke.

Gibbs, as always, enlisted me to help set up. I was to clean the pool, set up the canopy, and then make sure the drinks got outside. The pool didn't need much cleaning, but most of the moms wouldn't let their kids in if they saw just one speck of dirt.

It had been two weeks since Ziva had arrived, and her English was only improving slightly.

"I'm going to take a splash in the pool." She said, walking out of the house wrapped in a towel. Her hair was pulled back into a braid, and she had on goggles. I smiled at her.

"It's a dip, Zee-vah." I corrected, drawing out her name. She shrugged.

"So what?" She said, and I laughed.

"Finally got one right." Gibbs said. He had the canopy bag in his hand, and I groaned. I heard some laughs, and looked over at the deck. Abby and McGee were sitting at her computer, setting up the music and the lights in the pool.

"How come McGeek doesn't have to help with this?" I complained as I opened the bag. Gibbs smacked my head.

"Because DiNozzo. Abby and he are setting up something special, and Abby needs his help." Gibbs said, walking over to his grill. He was cleaning it off, a plate of hamburgers on the table next to it. I pulled out the canopy, groaning.

"What are they making?" Ziva asked, sitting on the edge of the pool. My mouth dropped when I saw her body. She was wearing a dark green two piece. The first thing I saw was her legs. They were toned, amazing. Her flat stomach was chiseled, just as dark as the rest of her skin. She smirked at me.

"Like my suit, Tony?" She teased me. I rolled my eyes, trying to focus on my job.

"They are going to program the lights in the pool to flash in time with the music. I didn't even know that was possible." Gibbs said a half smile on his face.

"That's because you are so technologically uneducated dad." Abby said, walking up behind Gibbs.

"You have my veggie patty, right dad?" She asked, looking at the plate. Gibbs nodded.

"Mom is getting it now, along with drinks." He said, patting her shoulder. She smiled, walking back over to sit with McGee. I walked under the canopy, pushing the middle up. The sides clicked into place. I extended the legs, and then grabbed the sides. I strapped them on. Gibbs looked over at me, and motioned for me to put that canopy next to the permanent on that covered the grill. I lifted it with one arm, maneuvering around the table. Gibbs grabbed the leg, placing it where he wanted. I staked it in, and looked at Gibbs.

"What next?" I asked, and Gibbs looked at the pool where Ziva was still doing her laps. She did 20 laps of three strokes every other night. I had just never seen her wearing a bikini.

"Well, when Ziva is done, clean out the pool. Or you can start it now, just don't get in her way." Gibbs offered, lighting the coals in the grill. I walked over to the pool shed, grabbing the net. Ziva came up at the end, done with her strokes. She climbed up the ladder, shaking off her arms. She knew I was watching, and she was teasing.

She wasn't so naïve.

I cleaned out the pool, finishing right as Jenny pulled up with the drink. Ziva walked out of the house, wearing a sun dress that Jenny had bought her. Abby got up, praising her. Her hair was free, all wavy and long. I smiled at her, noticing how amazing she looked. The dress was a light pink, and her skin glowed in it. I shook my head as I walked over to the car, grabbing the cooler full of drinks. Ziva walked up next to me, grabbing one for herself.

"No way Ziva. That's too heavy for you." I said, but she laughed.

"Are you…. doubting me Tony?" She said, getting the phrase right. She lifted the cooler, not straining one bit. I followed her over to the canopy, amazed at her strength. Gibbs smirked at my face.

"Did we mention that she happens to be trained?" Gibbs said, sipping his trademark coffee. I shook my head.

"You seem to have left that out." I said, looking at Ziva. She smirked. I smirked back.

"I can kill you with a spoon, 10 different ways." She said, walking away. Gibbs laughed his hand on his stomach.

"Don't worry Tony. She likes you. She only tells that to people she likes." Jenny said, smacking her husband on the arm. He laughed again, and I walked over to my house to get my mom and change.

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I ducked behind Mr. Strade, hiding from the Jones twins again. Ziva laughed at me as she ate her burger, ketchup and mayonnaise dripping down her fingers. I laughed at her, taking a bite of my own burger.

"What? Is there something in my nose?" She said, and I laughed harder.

"It's 'is there something in my teeth', and no. But there is mayo and ketchup dripping down your fingers." I said, and she placed her burger down to whip off her hands on a napkin. McGee and Abby sat down on the floor of the play structure, food on their plates. I looked out the hole, searching the yard for the Jones twins. Apparently, they had been captured by my mom. I would have to thank her later.

"So, when does the…. special thing you guys set up start?" Ziva asked, and Abby giggled.

"After we finish eating, and Gibbs lets everyone get in the pool." McGee answered, drinking some soda. Ziva nodded, drinking her soda. She looked at the can, her face puckered.

"This is… tart." She said, and I laughed.

"You'll get used to it." I said. She nodded, a hopeful look on her face. She was learning as she went. We finished our dinner, and Abby and McGee went to get the lights started. I took Ziva's empty plate and trash to the garbage. She smiled at me, grabbing my hand. The music had started, and the lights were dimmed. Kids were moving off the deck. Abby and McGee had hung paper lanterns, filled with candles all around the deck. Ziva pulled me up the stairs, onto the dance floor. Some of the more mature kids were dancing with each other. I spun Ziva around, and she laughed. Abby and McGee were dancing in their seats from the computer, making sure everything went smoothly. I pulled Ziva to me, moving in time to the music. I placed my hand on the small of her back, taking her hand in mine.

"Anthony DiNozzo can dance?" She asked, mock surprise in her voice. I smiled.

"I know how to dance, yes." I spun around, her summer dress flowing around. She smiled up at me, her face lit up by the lanterns. I was stunned by her beauty. She leaned forward, resting her head on my shoulder. The music changed, and I smiled as I recognized the song. I smiled at Ziva, swaying to the beat.

Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
and now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some

I smiled at Ziva, pulling her closer to me. I mouthed the words, and she blushed.

I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

She smiled, her cheeks deep red. I smiled, swaying in time to the music. Abby smiled at me from her computer, McGee's jacket around her shoulders. I smiled at her, turning my attention back to Ziva.

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love
Listen to the music of the moment maybe sing with me
A la peaceful melodies
It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love love

So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

Schooch on over closer dear
And I will nibble your ear

I felt Ziva blush as I whispered the lyrics in her ear. She looked up at me, a devious look on her face. She broke out of my brace, walking over to the pool.

Well no no, well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment come and dance with me
A la one big family
It's your God-forsaken right to be loved love love love

She pulled off her summer dress, revealing her green bikini. I groaned as she walked over to the diving board, walking out onto the board. She sprang up, tucked into a ball, and dove into the pool. The kids screamed screams of delight, swimming around her as she came back up. I smirked, walking over to the pool. I took off my shirt, throwing it next to her dress. I got up on the diving board, springing into the air. I dove in next to her. I swam up next to her, running my hands up her legs as I did. When I came up next to her, she was blushing but smiling.

"Do you like to swim?" She asked, splashing water in my face. I splashed back, swimming away. She chased me, and everyone else started to swim around. I dove down to the bottom, and Ziva followed. I swam around, coming up for air. Gibbs was standing at the edge of the pool, watching us.

"Ziva, DiNozzo! Get out of the pool." He said. I looked at Ziva, who shrugged. We got out, grabbing our towels.

"What Gibbs?" I asked, and he smacked my head. Ziva laughed, but he smacked her head too.

"Wha, Gibbs?" She said. He stared at us.

"I need you two to take Old Charlie home." He said. I groaned, and Ziva looked at me confused.

"Who is Old Charlie?" She asked. I pointed to the old man in the chair near the barbeque. She nodded.

"Help him home." Gibbs said. I looked at Ziva. She grabbed her dress, and my shirt.

"Why us?" Ziva asked, slipping on her dress. It clung to her wet skin.

"Because I trust you two. Get moving!" He said, walking back to the grill. I looked at Ziva. She shrugged.

"Let's go."

Abrupt ending, I know, but I had to end it there or it would have been like 12 pages long, not 7. Even though, I know people would have loved 12 pages of the fluff I have in mind for this.

I'd feel better about my idea if I got some sort of review. I have chapter 2 going, possibly. Depends.

Thanks for reading, Izzy:)