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But nothing's greater
Than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face
Yet everyone around me
Thinks that I'm going crazy
Maybe, maybe

Ziva kept pace with Tony stride for stride as they crept along the side of the huge metal shipping container, guns drawn as they chased after their suspect. As gunfire suddenly rang out from above, Tony pulled her into the safety of one of the containers, keeping her close to him. Her entire system received an electric jolt as she pressed closer to him. Ziva tilted her head back so all she could see was his face and moved closer . . .

". . . Ziva, Ziva, ZIVA!"

"Huh?" Immediately, the daydream faded and everything snapped back into focus. The senior field agent's face was inches from hers, a horrified look in his eyes. Wondering what was wrong, Zva glanced around, taking in her surroundings. A moment later, her cheeks flushed with embarassment.

Somehow, she had DiNozzo pinned against the wall--you know, the corner one near the stairs. With a start, she realized that her hand was threading through his hair and--for some strange reason--her knife was in her other hand, ready to use, so he couldn't move away. What happened? she thought. Did I just kiss--

Ziva quickly stepped back and sheathed her knife. Feeling hundreds of eyes on her, she whipped around to see everyone staring at her as if she was crazy.

Maybe she was, Ziva realized, fear shooting up her spine.

Over Tony.