When Life Gives You Lemons...
Spoilers: None
Rating: T
Summary: One morning, Ziva walked into the bull pen, and on her desk. A lemon. This is her decision of using it. Tiva.
A/N: Have no idea where this thought came from. But I decided to use it anyways. Enjoy!
Ziva's POV
It was 6am on Tuesday morning. I walked into the bull pen as any ordinary day. No one was there. Never. I sat down on her chair, but noticed something there that was never there before. Until today. It was a lemon. A ripe, yellow lemon beside my computer. I sighed. Who would put a lemon on my desk? I picked it up, and held it in my hands. It was very firm. I threw it up in the air, and caught it. I repeated my actions several times over. I placed it back beside my computer, and worked on some paperwork.
It was now 7 o'clock. I kept the lemon on my desk to see if anyone would notice. Tony came in second, and sat across from me in his desk. "Why is there a lemon on your desk?" Tony asked me.
"I don't know. Why is there a lemon on my desk?" I said.
"Have you heard of the saying when life gives you lemons?"
"No. Was I suppose to know it?"
"A lot of people know the saying. Now it depends on what you do with the lemon."
"Why will it matter on what I do with the lemon?"
"Because it can tell you your personality." McGee walked into the bull pen to join us. He sat at his desk.
"Ziva, why is there a lemon on your desk?" He questioned.
"I don't know!" I sighed. "Do you know who placed a lemon on my desk?"
"No one because life did," Tony explained.
"There has to be a logical reason for this," Timothy said. I grabbed the lemon off my desk, and held it gently. I wanted to squeeze the juice out of it, but I didn't want to get it over me nor the computer.
"I'll be right back," I said as I left the to the cafeteria; just to grab some napkins.
After coming back with some napkins and holding the lemon, I sat at my desk again. Tony and Tim were both watching me. I placed the napkins on my desk, and grabbed a knife out of my desk.
"What are you doing, Ziva?" Tony said.
"Cutting the lemon open." I placed the lemon on the napkins, and sliced the lemon into slices. Juice sprayed on to the napkin. I took the seeds out of the lemon. "Want one?" I held a lemon in my hand to Tony.
"I'll pass. They're too sour."
"Scared of eating a lemon Tony?" McGee asked.
"No! Give it to me!" I got up, and handed the lemon to Tony. "There's no seed in it."
"I took them out. I'm going to try to plant one," I explained.
Tim said. "Good for you Ziva." Tony took a bite of the lemon, and made a weird and grotesque face.
"So, sour," He gagged.
I laughed. "Of course they are!" He threw the lemon in the garbage.
*****Tiva*****
Later that night, everyone left but Tony and I. We were sitting at our desk, staring at each other. "So, Ziva, what do you do when life gave you a lemon?"
"Well," I said. "When life gave me a lemon, I shared it, and made the most of it; trying not to waste anything."
"So where is the lemon?" I grabbed a bag out from my desk.
"This is the lemon seeds I'm bring home. I ate the lemon, and will compost the skin, once I get home. Other than the piece you didn't finish." I held the bag in front of him that is filled with lemon seeds.
"Well, enjoy you're planting! I'll see you tomorrow." He stood up, and pushed in his chair. I did the same thing.
"Goodnight Tony!" I got up, and kissed him on the lips. It was a passionate kiss, that I haven't felt ever in my life. He wrapped his arms around my waist as I grabbed his hair with my hands. It felt very soft. I could of touch the brown hair forever. Finally, we released the kiss, after we ran out of air. I hugged him as I placed my head on his chest.
"Thanks for the lemon, Tony," I breathed into his chest. He kissed my head.
"This should happen more often."
"Not at work."
"We should arrange something on a weekend."
"We should." I left his warm body heat, and walked to the elevator. "Goodnight."
"'Night." I pressed the elevator button, and the door opened. Tony watched me as he entered the elevator door. I pressed the button that will take us to ground level. The door closed. That was a moment that I will cherish for a very long time. I think there will be more memories made. But it can wait for another time. I stand beside the man whom I will love for life. I can feel it. And just to think that this started with a simple lemon.
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