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I was planning on either posting this later or letting it be forgotten as I worked on my other stories, but I am two chapters away from finishing this story and one chapter away from finishing You Will Never Face the Monsters Alone. For those of you who are reading this and are also reading that story, no worries I am going to write a sequal...I already have the plot planned out. For those of you who haven't read it, well I don't to advertise my own work, but please give it a try :)!
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Sinatra played on the speakers of the rental car as Tony drove down the curvy path, every once in a while stealing a glance at the Israeli passenger who was wearing very different attire then he was use to seeing her in. She wore a pair of dark jeans with a purple quarter length sleeve shirt cut to be modest but fitting.
"Zi, thanks again for coming with me!" Tony said to her wholehearted, earning a smile from the silent Israeli. The car grew quiet once again, and as if on cue he pulled into a rock covered drive way. As he went on the road seemed to be getting longer, when finally they arrived at a brick clad mansion.
"Of course," he chuckled to himself, earning a glance from Ziva. "Mark was the smartest one out of the four of us. We all figured he would grow up to be a millionaire." Before Ziva could reply, a blonde haired man dressed in denim shorts and a red OSU t-shirt came out the door.
"Big D! Man, I was telling everyone you would come, but no one ever guessed you would show back up in Ohio." Tony looked at him skeptically, and Ziva got out of the car to stand next to him. "Okay fine, maybe I doubted you a little, but no need to dwell on that." He turned to his gaze to Ziva. "We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Mark Johnson, my fiancé is inside." He held out his hand and Ziva took it. "You must be Tony's girlfriend."
Ziva let out a sarcastic laugh, "Over my dead corpse. I'm Ziva David. We work together at NCIS." Tony groaned at her miss use of the English language and the questions coming from his friend but Mark just looked at the two for a second as if not believing her words before grabbing some of the bags.
"Your not from here?"
"No, I am from Israel. Tel Aviv." She smiled and took a bag in her hand.
"Ah, Israel, I went there once beautiful country." They walked in the main entrance to reveal a grand staircase and a chandelier that lit up the entrance.
"Wow!" Tony whistled as he too walked in the house.
"Yep, Stacey wanted something a little showy, but I wouldn't have it any other way than her way." Mark said with a smile. "Well, the others won't be here until tomorrow, but feel free to go down to the lake or to the pastures. Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but we are limited on rooms, so I put the two of you together. If that causes a problem, we can have it changed it. And we are meeting in the dinning room at 7 to have a dinner."
Tony looked at Ziva, who in turn shrugged, "That will be perfectly fine. We are just glad you invited us." She gave him another warm smile, and took her bag.
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"This. Room. Is. Awesome!" Tony yelled, running and diving face first onto the bed. The room had a king size bed with a crème colored bed spread and a set of French doors which led out onto a balcony. The room was painted a light burgundy color. Ziva rolled her eyes and went to unpack her suite case. "You act like such a child!" Looking up Tony saw the familiar glint in her eyes, letting him know this was playful banter.
"Not most of the time," Tony carried on the playful banter, "but you have to admit the room is pretty nice."
Ziva looked around, observing her surroundings once again, "Yeah, it's okay..."They laughed at the sense of deja vu."So, what do you want to do?" Ziva asked Tony before she grabbed one of his OSU sweatshirts.
"Um, what do you think your doing?" Tony raised an eyebrow and she laughed.
"I, my little hairy butt, am going to walk around. This place is huge and we aren't due back till later tonight." She stood and ruffled his hair.
"I meant with my sweatshirt," she looked at him, then down at the shirt.
"I forgot my sweatshirt." she stated plainly. "You wouldn't want me to freeze, now would you?" She looked down at him and bated her eye lashes.
Damn it! Tony mentally kicked himself. Always with that look. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his own sweatshirt, trying to ignore the trumpeting laugh coming from his partner. "Put on the sweatshirt, and let's go." he growled, which only caused Ziva to laugh more.
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"I'm gonna die," Tony groaned, and Ziva had to refrain from punching him. She turned her head and offered him a sarcastic sympathetic smile, and kept on walking.
"Why don't you, as you Americans say, inhale it up!" She growled, and though serious, she made sure her voice had a hint of playfulness.
Tony reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her from leaving him too far behind, and enabling him to talk to her. "First of all, WE Americans don't say that." She glanced up at him and shrugged, "and second of all, as of last May you are one of us now. You are an American."
Ziva looked at him. She had to admit he was right, but she could play at this game too, "Yeah, well, I bet watching my citizenship ceremony on tape was just great." She meant it to be a joke, but his eyes flashed with anger, hurt, and something that looked like regretfulness. Yes, it was a low blow, but a little part in Ziva would never be able to wash away the disappointment she felt when she saw Tony's empty chair. She was disappointed when she saw Gibbs was missing also, but with Tony things were different. She took a step towards him and could feel the heat from his body. She rested a hand on his chest and looked up, "I'm-"
He grabbed her wrist gently and held it down by his side, "Don't apologize."
She nodded her head, and snatched her wrist away from his grasp, "Because it's a sign of weakness."
"No," Tony shook his head, "because you have every right to say those things." No matter how many times they had gone over this, it always seemed to hurt a little more each time. It was as if each time this conversation was brought up the angst of the situation showed a little more. He hated what happened and tried to make it up to her every chance he got, but he knew deep down that he could never erase the pain and disappointment she felt.
"No, I do not, but this trip is suppose to be fun. I would prefer it if we did not bring up…sore subjects, as we Americans say," She gave him a crooked smile and continued on their walk.
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Tony stood in front of the full length mirror examining himself. He wore a pair of dark colored jeans and a long striped button down. One of Ziva's favorites. The thought itself put a smile on his face, but soon he was interrupted by a small voice coming from the doorway, "Are you done ogling yourself?"
"Ha. Ha. Aren't you just Miss Funny Pants?" He said, turning his attention to her. "Wow…you look…just wow."
She twirled for him so her could take in her full appearance. She wore a simple white strapless dress with flats. Her hair was curled slightly and she wore barley any make up. Tony didn't notice the content smile that came across his face, but Ziva sure did, and when his gaze became too intense to hold, she smiled but took her eyes away from his.
"Zi, you really do look beautiful," He offered her his hand and she took it skeptically.
They arrived at the table to find Mark and Stacey already sitting and sipping on wine. At the sight of them the two dropped hands, but their affection was shown much during the dinner with minor touches and laughter, earning many skeptical looks from the other couple at the table.
By the end of the night the two were tired from the road trip and tipsy from the wine. They laid down in the bed, making sure they both stayed on their own side.
The tension was to much to bare and finally Tony gave in, he scooted over on the bed and poked Ziva on the shoulder.
"Hm…" her voice was heavy from sleep, but when she didn't roll over, Tony poked her again, "What do you want!" She hissed.
"It's freezing and I have a super sexy ninja sleeping in the bed with me. Do you think we could share body heat?" She knew it had to be the alcohol that was making him say those thing, but her heart still seemed to jump at his words.
She gave him a small nod and scooted closer. Even though the clothes stayed on that night, something changed in the two, and as the two drifted off into the abyss of their dreams, they both had the same thoughts going through their head. This would be a week to remember.
There you have it! I hope you liked it! I should have the next one posted in the next two days...please review and let me know who all is excited that NCIS started back filming today... :)))