I. Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.
Tony yawned a little as he merged onto the highway. Ziva furrowed her brow as she watched him blink slightly aggressively.
"Tony," she said, turning slightly in her seat. "Are you tired?"
"Nah," he protested, yawning again. He grinned sheepishly, "That probably didn't help my case."
"No, it did not," Ziva smiled. "You have been awake for nearly 48 hours. Pull over. Let me drive for a while."
Tony floundered for an answer. It wasn't that long of a drive to the small Pennsylvania cabin they were spending Columbus Day weekend at, but he *was* really tired after working on their latest case.
"Let me drive, Tony," Ziva repeated herself, tone full of warmth.
"Okay," he nodded, pulling the car over onto the shoulder.
They switched places, Ziva stopping Tony at the hood of the car to rest her hand on his chest and lean up to kiss him lightly.
II. "It reminded me of you."
"What is this?" Ziva asked, stopping at her desk, backpack hanging slack in her hand.
She stared at the object on her desk and then cut her eyes at Tony. He was grinning at her from his own desk.
"It's pendant with a dried cyclamen in it." He said, "It's the -"
"National flower of Israel," Ziva finished for him, dropping her backpack and gently picking up the delicate necklace. Her fingers skimmed over the encased petals. "Tony, it is beautiful."
"It's nothing. I was scrolling on the Internet and, well, reminded me of you," he shrugged nonchalantly. He smiled as she clipped the necklace around her neck and rested her fingers against the pendant.
III. "No, no, it's my treat."
"One pastrami sandwich with a side of fries," Ziva announced, putting the take-out container in front of Tony. She wrinkled her nose at his choice of lunch.
"Bless you," he grinned, immediately popping open the Styrofoam container and shoving a few fries into his mouth. He let out a contented sigh and Ziva laughed while she put McGee's roast beef sandwich on his desk.
"You should be watching your cholesterol," she said primly, tucking into a chopped salad.
"Cholesterol, schmolesterol," Tony batted his hand in the air. He dug into his pocket with his clean hand for his wallet. "What do I owe you?"
"No, no," Ziva smiled at him. "It is my treat."
"You're an angel, Z," he smiled back.
IV. "Come here. Let me fix it"
"Arghhh," Tony growled, letting the ends of his untied bow tie flop uselessly against his shirt. "Stupid, useless piece of fabric."
Ziva poked her head around the bathroom door and smirked at her husband. "Have you been overtaken by a bow tie?"
Tony frowned in confusion. "I don't think 'overtaken' is the right word, but I also don't know what word would be right in the context."
Rolling her eyes, Ziva stepped out of the bathroom, "They are not that hard to tie."
"I don't see you wearing one!" Tony protested.
"I am not Tim's Best Man," she replied easily. "I do not have to wear one. Now, come here. Let me fix it."
She wiggled her fingers at him and Tony moved to stand in front of her. With nimble fingers, Ziva tied the fabric in a perfect bow, reaching up to caress Tony's jaw when she was done.
V. "I'll walk you home"
Ziva looked up at the sound of footsteps approaching. Her eyes locked on Tony's warm green ones.
"Hi," she said, feeling stupid.
"Hi," he squatted down to be at eye level with her. "What happened?"
Ziva dropped her head to her hands. She was so embarrassed. "I was running. The - it - a car backfired. I could not move, I could not breathe."
"It was a panic attack, Ziva," Tony said gently. "You've been through a lot. You've only been home a few weeks."
"Yes!" Ziva growled, "but I am stronger than this. I am stronger than Saleem."
Tony didn't disagree with her. He stood up and held out his hand for hers. She tentatively accepted it and he pulled her to her feet.
"C'mon, I'll walk you home."
VI. "Have a good day at work"
Ziva bounced Tali on her hip and danced around the kitchen. Tony stood in the doorway, a small smile on his face. His girls.
"I have to head out," Tony said, pouting in a way that he hoped made him look pitiable.
Ziva and Tali both turned to look at Tony. Tali lit up at the sight of him and lunged from Ziva's arms, "Abba!"
Tony caught the toddler easily and squeezed her tight. "How about Abba stays home with Tali and Ima?"
"Stay!" Tali shouted, pressing a smacking kiss to Tony's cheek. Ziva rolled her eyes. Tali had Tony eating out of the palm of her pudgy little hand.
"That settles it," Tony said, "I'm staying home."
"No, you are not," Ziva took Tali back into her arms, eliciting twin whines from her daughter and husband.
"You're mean, Ziva," Tony grumbled, grabbing his backpack and keys.
"Have a good day at work," she laughed, waving as he traipsed out to his car.
VII. "I dreamt about you last night."
"Just give me a damn hint, Ziva," Tony speaks to the air. He closes his eyes and screws up his face, trying hard to keep the tears from falling.
He and Tali are in Paris - the same hotel he had stayed in once upon a time with Ziva. He's got a bag of Tali's things that smell suspiciously smoke free considering it was in the farm house when it went up in flames. He's got a picture of them with coordinates written on the back. He's got his memories.
But he's also got a gaping hole in his heart - the same heart that expanded weeks ago to fit the love he has for their daughter.
The same daughter that is curled in a little ball on the bed, sleeping away without a care in the world.
Tony drops his head to his hands and mumbles, "I dreamt about you last night."
VIII. "Take my seat."
"I am going to kill him," Ziva grumbled, hobbling down the hallway on her crutches. Tony smothered a laugh at her angry expression.
"I hate it when they run," she growled, knocking open the door to the conference room with her crutch. "And now! Now, we have to go to mandatory sensitivity training."
She said 'sensitivity training' with such an aggressive snarl; Tony couldn't contain his bark of laughter anymore.
Ziva shot him a death glare even as the women from HR looked up and asked, "Agent DiNozzo, something funny?"
"Uh, no? No, ma'am, just excited to learn how to be more sensitive," he floundered, scowling at the sound of Ziva's quiet laughter behind him.
"Take a seat, Agent DiNozzo," the older woman sighed tiredly.
He dropped immediately into the seat behind him. Tony could still feel Ziva hovering over him though. He turned around and realized she was still standing.
"There are no more chairs," she whispered in response to his unasked question.
He stood immediately, "Take my seat, Z."
She smiled and sank onto the seat with a grateful little sigh. Tony's gaze softened as he watched Ziva while she watched the presentation.
IX. "I saved a piece for you."
Ziva heard the laughter first. She hurried up the walk, trying to get inside the house faster. Shifting her tote bag onto her shoulder, she unlocked the door and stepped inside.
"Ima!"
"Auntie Ziva!"
Several tiny hurricanes barreled into her legs.
"Hello, little gremlins," Ziva grinned, dropping her bags to the floor and kneeling down so she could be smothered in hugs by her kids and her nieces and nephews.
"Ima! Abba is building us a pillow fort," Tali shrieked, tugging Victoria's hand and leading the band of tiny hoodlums into the den, presumably where the aforementioned pillow fort existed. Ziva stood and dusted off her knees, smiling even more broadly when Tony emerged from the den.
"Hi," he greeted, wrapping her in a hug and kissing her forehead. "How was work?"
"Exhausting," Ziva leaned into his embrace. "I am glad to be home."
"I'm glad to have you home. The rugrats have been going wild since they found out it was pizza for dinner."
"Pizza?" Ziva peeked up and her stomach grumbled.
"I saved you a piece," Tony replied, grinning toothily.
X. "I'm sorry for your loss."
Ziva stared mournfully at the half melted scoop of ice cream on the sidewalk in front of her.
"Okay, I'm back, we can -" Tony bounded up the sidewalk, dripping in sweat due to the high heat of the day. He stopped short when he saw Ziva standing still. "What happened?"
She looked up at him, brown eyes wide. Both hands held the underside of her large belly for support. "I dropped my ice cream."
Tony schooled his features into mock-grief. "I'm sorry for your loss."
"You are not sorry at all," Ziva snapped at him, grabbing a water bottle out of her purse.
"Of course I am," Tony wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed the side of her head.
A/N: Hi Tiva fandom! This is a fun little project for me. I found a list on Tumblr of 100 ways to say "I love you" and I thought it would be fun to write little tiny drabbles for Tiva based on each one.
I'm posting them in increments of 10 - and it's a low stakes writing thing for me. So I don't know when the next ten will be posted since none of them are written lol.
These all take place at different times, in different universes really. Some will follow canon, some won't. The only constant is that Tony and Ziva are together and love each other.
I hope you enjoy them! :)