Title: The Language of Love
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Alidiabin
Words: 532
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: TIVA fluff
Spoilers: None just general s7
Parings: TIVA (Tony/Ziva)
Summary: Tony does something nice for Ziva involving foreign tongues and time keeping devises.

The Language of Love

Tony DiNozzo was bored. He was also hungry which was why he stood in the kitchen of his and Ziva's apartment. He looked around the cupboards and fridge, they were both empty. Ziva had set him the task of writing the shopping list while she was out running though Ziva detested shopping on a Saturday morning with the soccer mothers and whinny children the lack of food in the David - DiNozzo abode was a state of emergency. Tony surveyed the kitchen knowing full well that Ziva would rewrite most of the list anyway. He noticed the blackboard clock.

McGee had called the clock proof Ziva actually lived in Tony's apartment. Tony had informed McGee that the twelve hidden guns, boxes of tampons and soot covered ballet slippers were testament enough that it was 'their' apartment.

Tony touched the clock. It had been a gift from Abby to Ziva when Ziva returned from Somalia. It had been an unspoken rule among them that any gifts given to Ziva in those few months were to help her set up her home. Not that the unmaterialistic Ziva had invited many opportunities to receive gifts. But on her birthday they had gotten her a collection of gifts. Gibbs had given her a gun, Ducky and Jimmy had given her kitchen supplies, Vance and his wife had given her bed linen, McGee had given her towels, and Tony had given her items for the lounge. And Abby had presented her with a clock. They had all wondered if Ziva would even use the clock after all her cell phone told the time. The following spring they stood in Ziva's cramped apartment all dressed up and celebrating her favourite Jewish holiday Purim, the clock stood in the kitchen with notes in Hebrew and English all over it.

Tony stared at it. He tapped the clock. It was bare except for some quote from some obscure source. A bright idea clicked in his mind. He picked up the chalk.

Ziva rushed into the apartment. Tony admired her all hot and sweaty. She pulled a bottle of water from the fridge and turned to see Tony smiling.
"What have you done?" Ziva asked. Tony opened his mouth.
"Nothing" he said coyly. Ziva walked towards him an eyebrow cocked. She placed a kiss on his lips. His hands danced up her torso. Ziva's eyes caught the white chalk on the clock.

I love You
Ani ohev otach
Je t'aime
Ti amo

Ziva knew exactly what the four sentences meant. She kissed Tony on the lips.
"Ani Ohev Otacha" she whispered kissing his cheek. They walked towards the shower where Ziva would whisper each sentence into his ears while water ran across them.

A/N: Inspired by something my Dad did. He wrote I love you on a post-it on my mums computer. She smiles every time she sees it. And all four sentences mean I love you.