The Way That You Look Girl

Hair has great social significance for human beings. It can grow on most areas of the human body, except on the palms of the hands and the soles of the feet (among other areas), but hair is most noticeable in most people in a small number of areas, which are also the ones that are most commonly trimmed, plucked, or shaved.

One of the first things I noticed about Ziva David was her incredible hair. From the moment she took off her head scarf after sauntering into the NCIS office and situating herself onto McGee's chair I was mesmerised.

For the first few weeks her hair was curly, full of volume and so bouncy I just had to tousle it. Until she threatened to kill me 18 different ways with a paperclip that is – then I only tousled her hair when she least expected it or wasn't near a paperclip.

"I was just going to tousle your hair, sometimes it makes you smile."

After a while I learnt to read her mood according to the way she did her hair. If she had her hair tied up in a horsetail – wait, I think it's called ponytail though it's a silly name for such a cute hairstyle I could tell it meant she was slightly flirtatious but if you rubbed her the wrong way she would snap. She tied her hair up on important missions as well which gave off a sexy, polished look.

When she had her hair half tied up and left the rest down, it meant she was feeling playful and relaxed, but I didn't tousle her hair then because I didn't want to mess up the look of her hair. If it's one thing I learnt in my womanizer days it's that touching hair is fine but when you start to mess it up women start to get annoyed and you are guaranteed that she won't be your bed warmer that night.

I loved how her hair curled at the bottom stubbornly sometimes even when you could tell she had made the effort of straightening it and how she used to get irritated until I assured her repeatedly it looked fine. I would have said her hair always looked beautiful anyways.

But ah, I loved it when she left it all down. Au naturale. Those ringlets that framed her gorgeous face and tumbled down her back were to die for. Those were the days I longed for when she unintentionally pulled off that I-just-rolled-out-of-bed look even though I know for a fact she didn't. It was the wild yet unpredictable Ziva that I loved.

"Hey Ziva," I called from across from my desk.

She looked up expectantly, sweeping a curl from her face.

"Yes Tony? Do you need help with your paperwork again?"

I shook my head.

She sighed softly, "I know McGee charges $2 for every page he edits but he can't wield knives like I can so my fee is $10. Take it or lose it."

"Leave it," I corrected her sentence like I was on idiom autopilot. "I don't want help with my paperwork." Standing up and taking a quick glance around to make sure Gibbs was still getting his coffee I strolled over to her desk.

Her eyes searched mine probably for answers as to what I was up to.

"Can I tousle your hair?" I pulled out my biggest Dinozzo grin.

Ziva glared at me and returned back to her computer screen with a huff.

I daringly reached a hand forward slowly, inch by inch expecting her at any moment to push my hand away. When I felt her hair run through my fingers I tousled it like I said I would even though she didn't answer me. And I was right, she didn't stop me. Giving her one last final pat on the head I returned to my own chair.

That's my girl, I thought.

A/N: Readers of Holding Out For A Hero are probably thinking what the heck? You don't update for months then decide to write a one-shot and not the next chapter? I'm getting to that I promise! I just to get this cute little one-shot from my mind onto paper. Reviews?