NCIS: Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history

Of breaking little hearts like the one in me

That's O.K., let's see how you do it

Put up your dukes, let's get down to it

Ziva David glared at her partner accusingly, goading him on with narrowed chocolate-brown eyes, feeling her fingers curl into fists. Tony DiNozzo had a long history of breaking little hearts like the one in her. The Israeli-American didn't care, even if she was falling for him.

"Come on, Tony," she egged him on, "let's see how you do it."

He bared his teeth in his infamous grin. "You're sure about that?"

Ziva could feel stares from the Autopsy Gremlin, Abby, and Timothy McGeek burning into her, but didn't acknowledge them. "Let's get down to it."

Hit me with your best shot

Why don't you hit me with your best shot

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

The senior field agent moved closer to her, but made no move to touch her.

"Why don't you hit me with your best shot?" Ziva encouraged.

"You'd probably be wanted for manslaughter if I did."

Ziva considered it. "True. Fire away."

Tony blanched. "You still want to do this?"

Behind the wall surrounding Tim's desk where Abby, Elf Lord himself, and Jimmy Palmer were hiding, Abby gave a little excited squeal. "Oh, my God, it's finally happening! I just knew they were going to cave in someday!"

"Yeah but, in the bullpen?" McGee asked incredulously from where he was crouching between her and Palmer.

"Shut up," Abby hissed. "I want to see what happens next." She popped her head out to the side so she had a clear view of the two co-workers. Jimmy covered his eyes. "If they do it, please don't tell me."

You come on with a come on, you don't fight fair

But that's O.K., see if I care

Knock me down it's all in vain

I'll get right back on my feet again

Ziva's eyes by now looked like slits, but she turned away and acted as if she wasn't bothered. "Yes, but if you don't want to . . ."

A smile eased over her face as she felt Tony's hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him. Perfect. The probationary agent grabbed his arm, twirled behind him, and brought Tony's right arm against his back in an uncomfortable postiton. He retaliated by sweeping her legs out from under her, knocking her down.

From where she was watching out of sight, Abby's mouth dropped open. "That so wasn't what I was expecting."

"What?" Jimmy asked against his better judgment, looking through his fingers.

Abby ignored him. "McGee, can you film this? This is brilliant."

"Uh, sure," he said, reluctantly handing over his cell phone. The Gothic forensic scientist snatched it out of his hand eagerly and started filming as Ziva leaped to her feet, hands clenched into fists.

Hit me with your best shot

Why don't you hit me with your best shot

Hit me with your best shot