Hey! A oneshot of Tivaness.....well, it's not that straight-forward Tiva.....because I felt like it. Pretty short...hopefully you'll like it.

Discalimer: I do not own NCIS

The squad room was dark, it had been raining continually outside for God-knows-how-long. There were no whispers, no sounds of laughter, no incessant babbling, only one light, one bright light in the middle of the bullpen belonging to Agent Gibbs' team.

Tony DiNozzo sat there, he was as still as a statue, and seemed to be waiting. Waiting for something. His wide, staring eyes found no target, only looking to the desk opposite him. The desk was neat, the files were piled immaculately on the desk, ordered. Unlike his own, of course.

The silence bore into Tony, there was absolutely no noise. He didn't even shift in his chair which caused the familiar squeaky sound. His fingers didn't even tap a beat on the desk.

Tony DiNozzo was waiting patiently. Oh so patiently, that it was tiring. He had been here ever since 0500, and waiting.

Tony was never early. He preferred being late, opted for the extra 30 minute sleep-in, rather than a 0500 wake-up. Yet he couldn't sleep. He was too engrossed in thoughts, that he tossed and turned through the whole night, and decided to come to the office to confront the issue, face on.

He knew that Ziva David liked to wake up at 0500. That she was always the first in….well, technically Gibbs was but he was never in the bullpen.

It was 0630 now. An inkling of light began to trickle in through the dark haze which shrouded Tony. The sun was coming up, slowly, so painfully slow.

Tony closed his bloodshot eyes, despairingly. What if she didn't come in early today? What if…..

The first sound for a long time rung in his hopeful ears. The ding of the elevator. Tony clenched his hands in anticipation.

Ziva David walked out of the elevator. Her slightly damp dark hair hung loosely down her back, blending in with the landscape. He gait was natural, as she walked the short path to the bullpen. She was completely unknowing….

"Tony," she stopped when she saw him, sitting behind his desk, the lamp shining on him. His bloodshot eyes opened, startling Ziva.

"Tony, what are you doing here?" She asked, as she swung her back pack onto the floor behind her desk.

"I work here," Tony stated, without the normal teasing tone.

"I know," Ziva was flustered, "I meant what are you doing here looking like that, and at this time? Your eyes….did you even sleep?" Tony looked to his desk, then back at her.

"I couldn't sleep," he said with the matter-of-factly tone, "I couldn't sleep. I was waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?"

Tony slammed his chair into the desk, and walked over to Ziva, who flinched slightly. His hands grasped her shoulders.

"Tell me. Tell me now." His voice was menacing, yet bordering on insanity.

"What?" Ziva asked, her heart beginning to race.

"Did you, or did you not?" Tony knew that Ziva knew what he was talking about.

"No. I did not." Her answer was so soft, it brushed by Tony like a feather. His parched lips managed a small smile. Ziva smiled slightly too, looking deep into his green eyes.

"I would never."

Thanks for reading!