Title: Fine
Author: dizzy - in - the - izzy
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Spoilers: 9x02 Restless!
A/N: Simply a little scene that brewed up in my head. I wanted something of Ziva talking to Tim other than the remark we got out of the elevator. Because you know it wasn't just that one little thing he said. There had to have been more. And this is what I've got. Like I said, spoilers.
As Ziva moves Tim away from the crowd that has just attacked him, she scowls. She pushes him towards the car, where he stands for a moment. She moves up next to him, observing his face. He's off somewhere, somewhere she's not exactly sure she wants him to be, so she snaps in his face to get his attention.
"McGee, back to Earth," she says, and he looks at her. He smiles, and then straightens out his jacket. And even though he smiled, she can see something lingering in his face.
"Right, sorry. Searching the crime scene," he says, but before he can move, she loops her hand around his wrist, pulling him back. He looks at her, confused, and she smiles.
"Are you okay?" she asks, and he shrugs.
"It's nothing Ziva," he says smoothly, but she knows him. She decides to let it go, because eventually he'll say something about it.
And he does, but not until they are almost back to NCIS. He'd been mostly quiet while searching the crime scene area, and hadn't protested when she said she would drive. But she'd waited, and soon enough his mouth opens up.
"Are my shoes really lame?" he asks her suddenly, and she smiles to herself.
"No, they are not. You should not listen to complete strangers," she says, and he tightens his lips. She sighs.
"Do not let people like that get to you, McGee. They were simply reacting in a harsh manner," she states, and he shrugs.
"It's fine Ziva," he says as they get out of the car and head for the elevator. She looks at him as the elevator doors shut, and she reaches over to grab his wrist again.
"And if it's not?" she asks quietly, and he smiles at her.
"I would tell you Ziva," he says sincerely, and she smiles at him.
"Good," she says, and he smiles. As she lets go of his wrist, he looks down. He touches his face for a second.
"Do I really have bags under my eyes?"
She laughs for a moment, good naturedly, and he looks at her as the elevator doors open.
"No, McGee, you do not have bags under your eyes. They're just trying to get your sheep."
"Goat," he replies quietly, and she grins to herself.
A/N: I love Ziva and her messed up idioms.
Reviews are always appreciated!
-Izzy