A/N: So, this is kinda me talking to you about how I've been gone and missed you reader peoples. Well, it would be like that if you were Ziva and I was Tony...
Ziva sat in my living room. My living room. My living room. Okay, thats just weird. I've been on the Agent Afloat thingy for way too long. Why is my house clean? Who cleaned it? Why did I come home to an Israeli woman on my couch? Am I in an alternate universe?
"Tony. Why are you so quiet?"
"Uh. Hi, Ziva. I, uh, I missed you. Well, and the team...Of course. Not just you, 'cause that would be...Okay! Moving on now. How have you been?" Awkward rambling, nice way to start catching up,
DiNozzo. Now she's standing up. Why is she here again?
"I have been...Good. I returned from Tel Aviv last monday. My father was reluctant to let me go. I-I told him that America was my home now." I must look like an idiot, holding my suitcase and jacket in the doorway of my own house. Move, god dammit, move! Now I'm shuffling to god knows where.
"But, Tony. I missed you too." Woah, wait. Why am I smiling? What the fuck? I never thought I'd be back...so soon at least. Why did I come back? Why did she come back, why did she go anywhere? Why did I go anywhere?
"So, what brings you to," Cough, "My," cough, "Apartment, Zi?" Formality set aside, I guess. I'll just throw my bags over..Oh. That made a loud noise. Making my self at home now...Step around Zi. 'Kay! My chair. Oh, wow this feels good.
"I had heard from Abby that you were getting home tonight, so I stopped by and cleaned up for you. I believe Abby found that key under your door that I use on our movie nights. She messed the place up. She missed you, a lot." Wait, what? Oh...right...Our movie nights, but why do I leave her a key? Oh yeah, I almost forgot: I love this woman.
"I can't wait to see her tomorrow."
"Tony. I do not like the..Awkwardness between us, now."
"Neither do I, sweetcheeks."
"Tony. I. Nevermind."
"It's okay Ziva, out with it."
"I love you, I am sorry I took so long to say it."
"I love you too, I missed you the most." My arms are wrapped around her now, she just fits inside them. I missed her, she missed me. But I'm back now, everything is good. Of course, not everything. People haven't stopped murdering...Or we wouldn't be back. But we are. Man, I missed her.