So I'm actually going to try to write a multi-chapter story…I hope you all like it!
"Please don't tell me I came all this way for just popcorn…I'm starving Ziva!" Tony exclaimed, making a frown face as he stared at the popcorn bowl on the coffee table.
"Quit pouting, I ordered pizza." Ziva replied, turning a page in People magazine as she lounged lazily on the couch, a blanket thrown haphazardly over her.
He closed the door and stuck the extra key to her apartment back into his pocket, "Goodie! When's it gonna be here?"
She glanced at her watch and then continued reading her magazine, "Ten minutes." She replied as he took a seat next to where her feet were placed.
"People magazine?" he questioned, pulling gently at the cover, but she kept her grip on it, "Really, Ziva?"
"I enjoy catching up with the celebrity gossip. It is very intriguing how idiotic some people can be." She sat up and showed him a recent article, "Kim Kardashian is clearly confused about what she desires in a man. She has divorced her fourth husband!"
"Second, but it sure feels like more than that…" Tony corrected her.
"Besides the point. She just…does not know what she is doing!"
"Couldn't agree with you more," He grinned, "But I'm starving!"
She rolled her eyes and laid back down on the couch, "There is some beer in the fridge, that should hold you over before the pizza comes."
His eyes lit up and he started towards the fridge, opening it up and fishing around for the alcohol. Ziva could hear him moving and clanking the bottles around, "What the…" She suddenly heard faintly from the kitchen, but she ignored it. If he honestly could not find the beer, she did not know what to say to him, "You keep peanut butter in your fridge?"
She put her magazine down, "I like it cold." She defended.
"Weird…" She heard him finally close the fridge and return with two beers in his hand. He handed one to her as he kicked his shoes off and took his seat next to her on the couch again.
"Tastes better and lasts longer. I do not tell you what to do with your food, do I?" She questioned, turning another page in her magazine.
He took a swig from his beer, "No, but it's still odd." She just rolled her eyes as the doorbell rang. His eyes lit up and Ziva gestured towards the door as he leaped up and answered it revealing the pizza boy and the yummy aroma of cheese, pepperoni, sausage, and mushrooms filled his nose. He signed the paper, thanked the boy and then took his pizza proudly, all but strutting back to where Ziva was, who was now seated on the floor in front of the coffee table.
And this was how it was always done.
He would always come over and they always ordered some kind of delivery, whether it was Chinese, pizza, or from the sub place down the street. Then he would always crack open either a couple of beers or a bottle of wine, turn on some Frank Sinatra, and then sit down on the floor in front of her coffee table and eat and chat about the case or their day.
Ziva reached for the remote and flipped on the music, Frank Sinatra, naturally, and then opened up the box, grabbing her first slice and taking a big bite out of it. She smiled at her partner, who devoured half of it in one bite.
"There are napkins in the kitchen." She suggested and he just nodded. She kicked his leg with hers causing him to howl out and drop his pizza onto the table, "That was a suggestion, not something to shrug off." She clarified and he glared at her, grabbing his pizza back off the table as she took another bite.
"Fine," He struggled to get up, "You hurt my leg!" He whimpered.
"I could have shot it!" She hollered as he limped into the kitchen.
"…I'm fine!" He shouted back, returning with a large handful of napkins. He dumped them onto the table and she simply looked at the pile, taking one of the final bites of her pizza slice.
He sat back down before she decided to speak again, "I did not need that many napkins…you can put some back."
He just stared at her with a dumbfounded look and she laughed, reaching over and patting his arm affectionately, "Kidding." She smiled and he smiled back, reaching for another slice of pizza when his phone started vibrating.
He groaned, "You have got to be kidding me." He pulled the phone out of his pocket and glanced at the caller ID.
"Who is it?" She questioned.
"Gibbs." He groaned again, pressing the talk button, "Yeah, boss? What's up?" Ziva watched as his face fell, "Right now? Okay…I'll be on my way…..Yeah. Yeah. I'll tell her." And with that, he hung up the phone.
"Case?" She asked.
"Of course," He sighed, standing up. She did the same and hurried into the bedroom to change. Tony grabbed his gun, his badge, and his coat from the table by the door and adjusted himself. Ziva came back dressed in black pants and a fairly nice purple top, her gun and badge holstered on her side, and her hair still down and still straight, "I like your hair better curly." He growled.
"I know." She smiled, "But we have to get going, Gibbs is going to get impatient."
"I'm still hungry!" Tony complained and Ziva walked over the coffee table, grabbed the pizza box, and shoved it towards him.
"Take the pizza. Come on, let's go!"
The elevator doors dinged open and Tony was still holding the pizza box, eating the pizza out of it, and Ziva on his tail.
"Here, Gibbs." She called as she saw her boss standing behind his desk.
"Where's McGee?" Tony asked, noticing the empty desk as he shoved more pizza into his mouth.
"Don't know, tried calling his cell multiple times, no answer. Leave him." Gibbs replied.
"Ooooohh, wonder what the probster's up to at this fine hour? Maybe he's finally getting laid!" He gave his famous DiNozzo smile and ate another piece of pizza.
Ziva just rolled her eyes and watched as Gibbs walked around his desk and towards hers, chucking Ziva the keys.
"Ziver, you're driving." He gave orders as he started to leave the bullpen.
Tony nearly dropped the pizza and his mouth hung open, "Uh…boss? I'd like to live tonight. That's not a good idea, can't I drive?"
Gibbs stopped and stared at him, "Your hands were full."
"But..but…but…" He protested.
Gibbs smirked at his senior field agent's stuttering and Ziva grinned happily at her partner, "Count your blessings."
"It was not that bad." Ziva rolled her eyes, "You are such a baby." She got out of the car and towards where Ducky and Palmer were already examining the body.
Ziva and Tony both turned on their flashlights and started walking towards the crime scene, which was in the woods near a pretty deserted part of northern Virginia. The only place that was relatively near was a convenience store a little ways down the road.
"I hate crime scenes at night. You never have any idea where you're going and sometimes you step in things you really shouldn't have stepped in." Tony said.
"Stop complaining!" Ziva hissed.
"Both of you, stop it." Gibbs demanded, "Ziva, pictures. Tony, bag and tag. Survey the crime scene. Find any witnesses."
"Oh yeah right," Tony stopped in his tracks and watched as his boss walked away, "Because I'm really going to find anyone out here in the forest at night. Oh look, there's someone. Oh yeah, that's right…he's dead!" Tony nearly shouted and Ziva turned around.
"Will you hush!" She pleaded, "Just stop for one measly second? I am sorry that our movie night did not work out. But you did eat all of the pizza, yes?"
"Yes, but…"
"No buts! Work!"
Gibbs smirked at Ziva's little outburst and finally got to where Ducky and Palmer were, "Time of death, Duck?"
"I would have to say at least four hours ago. But what I find very disconcerting Jethro is that there is nobody out here but us. Who found this poor girl anyways?"
"Got a tip…local PD called it in."
"But where are the police?" He asked, looking around, "This place is very desolate and I do not have a very good feeling. Very unnerving."
"I agree, but let's get this done so we can go back and figure it out." Gibbs replied, "Thanks, Duck."
"Not a problem, Jethro."
"Hey, boss!" Tony shouted and Gibbs looked to his right to find his senior field agent deep in the woods, "Found a car!"
Ziva heard the same and started heading towards where Tony was, camera ready. But, as she got closer to the car, she stopped in her tracks, "Uh…Tony?" She asked and he looked at her.
"Yeah?"
"Have you not seen this car before?" She questioned, her eyes wide as she stared at the car.
"Wait, it's from some movie right?" He asked, stepping back and looking at the car.
"No..."
He stared at it for a little while longer before his eyes grew wide too, looking at Ziva. She knew he got it. Gibbs finally caught up to the two.
"Why is McGee's car here?"
Cliff hangerrr! Little short, but I hope you guys like it! Review please!