-1Hey All!
This is my first serious story since the exams - thank god there all by, only Summer to look forward too! :D
So I got this idea when I was at a family dinner with my family when my Aunt and Uncle were going to sell their holiday flat to this guy who turned out to not be as kosher as they once thought. He was then asking my friend's Mum's boyfriend to do some other property work - another story! Anyway, my Aunt was talking about the appearance of the guy and what kind of clothes he wore.
So this is what I came up with. I had to rely on Google for the help of the clothing names and spellings - you'd think having a boyfriend who's Mum works in the Italian fashion business would help - it doesn't.
And some spoilers for the season 7 finale, Rule 51. How awesome an episode btw?
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own anything NCIS or Google. If I did, I could imagine the things I could do with Michael Weatherly… ;]
Ziva was sitting quietly at her desk. It was a Friday morning and the clock had only just struck 7am. Well, the team should arrive soon she thought. Just as expected McGee ran into the squad room.
"I'm late - sorry boss but Abby wanted me to -" he stopped when he realised the coffee-obsessed marine was no where in sight and the ex-mossad officer was sniggering lightly in the corner.
"Don't worry McGee, he's no where in sight" Ziva replied through her laboured breathing. Just as McGee was about to reply, a familiar voice butted in.
"Who's no where in sight?" Tony asked.
"Gibbs - well tell him if you see him I'm going to see Abby." he answered, already half way out the bullpen.
"Oh, I will Probie, cause you know I am your personal assistant and everything…" Tony continued to mutter to himself as he checked his morning post, all the while perched on the side of his desk.
It was at this point Ziva got a proper look at him out the side of her eye. He was dressed this morning in a simple-yet classic Dolce and Gabbana black suit with a white Italian-made zegna shirt. It was decorated with a classic green tie that only he could pull off and a pair of black Armani shoes.
"Having a good look now Probette, are we?" Tony asked, still not looking up from the pile of mail in his hands.
"Excuse me?" she replied, still appearing to be looking at her computer screen.
" I know what your doing Probie" he answered, using the dreaded nickname.
Ziva lost her control at this point. Before Tony knew what was happening, she was up, grabbed his letter opener out his hand and was pressing him to the desk by leaning between his legs.
"Now this may have a slightly blunt edge" she hissed, brandishing the item in his face "but it doesn't mean I can't do damage with it. I am now a citizen of your country so you should start treating me as an American woman."
"But I liked you better as a non-American woman." he whispered.
"And why was that?" she asked after a pause in a light voice.
"Cause your nothing like the woman in this country Ziva David." he answered, with something she couldn't quite identify in his voice.
"Really?" It didn't demand an answer, both knowing what it was the other was thinking.
They stood like that for a few more minutes, maintaining eye-contact - the world continuing on around them both too absorbed in their own world. No one could really identify the bond the partners had. It was unique to them.
"You two done playing grab-ass?" Gibbs asked, walking past them, fresh star bucks in hand. Ziva only removed herself from between Tony's legs when they had finished their silent conversation.
"Certainly boss" Tony replied, sub-consciously, gaining questioning looks from both Gibbs and Ziva.
"Paperwork again today. I'm going to Abby's lab." he said, walking towards the back elevator.
"Again, boss?" Tony asked in despair, following Gibbs.
"Yep. And Rule number 12 DiNozzo" he said as the elevator doors opened. As Tony walked back to his desk, he could see Ziva sniggering.
"Back to the paper work Zee-vah" he ordered. Ziva only smirked in response.
It was around 4pm in the bullpen and everyone had lost concentration. McGee was on his iPhone, debating what apps to download. Tony was making paper aeroplanes with all the scrap papers from the paper work he was supposed to be doing. Ziva made it look like she was doing something constructive, when really she was looking up what new book releases there were. Gibbs had been up in MTAC since they returned from lunch, something about alcohol being found out ships. It was at this point Abby came bounding into the bullpen.
"Why are you lot all doing work? Or at least pretending to?" she mock asked.
"Cause were supposed to be working until 1730 Abby. It's when were contracted until" McGee answered her, only half paying attention to him.
"But its Friday" she whined.
"Doesn't make a difference" Tony responded glumly.
"Ach, all go ask Leon if he'll let you all off early." she replied as if it was a normal everyday task.
"And why would we be needing to get off early Abby?" Ziva asked.
"Cause were going to dinner then clubbing."
"Really Abby, cause I was thinking of…" she trailed off.
"Nonsense. Were going out. A kind of pre-summer dinner and party of sorts." she responded with great enthusiasm.
"Where then?" she gave in.
"And what time?" Tony chipped in.
"Table's booked for 7pm at Paperino's then just onto the nightclub after that. The new one in town. I heard its really good. They do these killer cocktails and ice drinks -" she was cut off.
"Ok Abby, we'll go" McGee postponed her rant "And let's go see if Vance will let you take us all out…" McGee trailed off, pulling Abby up the stairs.
"Well, looks like were all going out Ziva" Tony startled her.
"Yes" she replied, not looking up from her computer.
"We'll I'll see you at 7 at the restaurant. You want a lift?" he asked.
"No thanks. I'll just get a cab. That way I don't need to watch what I'm drinking."
"Cause alcohol makes a difference to your driving?" he asked mockingly. She answered with a look only he could decipher.
Abby was the first to arrive. She was bouncing around outside the restaurant in her 3 inch platforms and a classic-Abby dress. McGee arrived shortly after her, dressed in a grey suit with a light blue shirt and black shoes. They made some small talk, speculating on the state of Tony and Ziva's relationship status. As McGee was about to make a bet, Tony arrived and hopped out a cab. He was dressed in a black suit, similar to the one he had on earlier. The only distinguishable difference being the navy embellishments and platinum cuff links he now adorned. All of this was completed with a pair of black shoes and now light green shirt. As Abby was admiring his appearance, Ziva stepped out a cab, Tony having his back to her.
"Wow Ziva, you look amazing!" Abby exclaimed. McGee could only stand and gawk at her. It was at this point Tony chose to turn around, to see what the fuss was about. And he had the same sort of expression.
Ziva was wearing a simple dark purple prom-type dress, with a pair of black satin heals. She wore her brown hair loose around her shoulders, all set off by a black shrug and small handbag.
"Having a good look now, Tony?" she asked, mimicking his earlier words.
"Just admiring the view" he replied softly, so softly he thought only he could hear. But Ziva being Ziva knew. She just smiled appreciatively at him.
"Ok, so since were all here, lets eat! I'm starving." she exclaimed, dragging McGee inside. It was only Tony and Ziva left in front of the restaurant.
"You look amazing Ziva" Tony told her again. It was at this point she took in what he was wearing. She liked the effect the colour green had on his complexion, it really did bring out his eye colour. She could tell Tony had put a lot of thought into the outfit - even down to his choice of cufflinks.
"Not so bad yourself." she replied with a smile. "We should go in. Abby will be sending out a look party for us."
"It's a search party, not a look party." he automatically corrected her.
"Same difference."
"You would get that one right wouldn't you?" he jokingly asked.
She just smirked.
So, I did think about creating a cliff-hanger, but I put too much detail into it at this point to keep writing.
I am going away next Friday for a fortnight and also for the weekend so I will try to get some writing done when I'm away - not promising this weekend, but I do have about 24 hours flying time in total this summer so I most likely will get some done - I'm sooo excited about the hols! (L) :D
So let me know what you think!
Should I continue?