Chapter One
"Hey Ziva, you ever been on a blind date?" Tony asked as Ziva walked into the squad room that morning.
"What is a blind date Tony?" she replied, getting the feeling this was going somewhere she wouldn't like.
"You know, you go on a date with someone you've never met before" he replied.
"Why do you American's do things like that?" Ziva asked, not understanding the reason behind the idea.
"Why would American's do what, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked as he walked to his desk.
"Ah, I was just explaining why American's go to football games to watch them rather than on tv" Tony lied quickly.
"Well you can explain it on the way to our dead petty officer" Gibbs said, and Tony, Ziva and McGee, who had been listening the whole time, scrambled for their gear as Gibbs led the way to the elevator and turned around, just as the rest of his team gathered in with him, one by one.
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"So do you want to go on a blind date, Ziva?" Tony asked while taking a snapshot of the petty officers desk, which he was found next to.
"Tony, why do you think that I would want to go on a date with someone I have never met before?" Ziva asked, as she picked up a bullet casing.
"Gibbs, he was shot" she reported as he walked through the door connected to the doorway.
"Don't you think I know that David?" Gibbs asked as he drained the rest of his coffee, Ziva thought it best not to reply.
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As Tony and Ziva watched Gibbs talk to their prime suspect, Tony decided to continue to convince Ziva to go on a blind date.
"Hey Ziva, I know a great place where people meet up on a Saturday night to try and meet the perfect person for them," he said.
"Tony, I am not going on a blind date," Ziva replied, annoyed.
"Ah, come on, Ziva, its fun," he persisted. Ziva looked sideways at him,
"If I say yes will you leave my personal life alone?" she asked, thinking about doing it just to shut him up.
"Sure," he flashed a smile at her.