*Disclaimer: I do not own any characters. I own the storyline completely.
Tony sat in his desk, a sullen look crossing his face. He had really cared for Monica. He wanted to be with her for a while, but as it turned out, she had a husband. Oops.
There was one upside, though. He and Ziva had gone out for dinner last night. Nothing had happened. Tony didn't even know that he wanted something to happen. At least not on the surface. Somewhere in his deep subconscious, though, he did.
Ziva bounded in, backpack slung over one shoulder, with a grin on her face. When she saw Tony, though, the grin quickly faded into something much less, something sorrowful.
"Tony," Ziva said as she leaned her elbows onto his desk. "I am deeply sorry about Monica."
"It's not your fault, Officer David."
"I still have my regrets, just as anyone does."
"Well, thank you for the thought, but I don't need any pity. I just want to get on with my life."
"Well, then I will leave you alone about it."
"Thank you," Tony said with a smirk.
Before Ziva left, she stroked Tony's cheek in a half-friendly, half-sensual way. Tony let her do it, even closed his eyes and absorbed it, but then McGee walked in. The brief moment of connection was over.
Thank you guys for reading this. This is going to be a drabble series about the Tiva relationship, but the drabbles are going to be out of order. The next one could be their wedding, though I won't make promises. Anyway, read, review, subscribe, anything! Thank you!
PS, I update every two days, but I have a hectic day tomorrow so I'll update Sunday.
PPS, check out my other story, a Gibbs drabble, Memories.
PPPS, [Final one, I promise! J] The reason this is called Skyscraper is because Tony and Ziva's relationship is like a skyscraper, it shoots up into the sky over a slow period of time.