Title: Shirt
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Alidiabin
Words: 500
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings: none
Spoilers: S8 'Short Fuse' very minor
Parings: Tony/Ziva established.
Summary: That blue shirt Ziva wore looked a bit too big don't you think.
Shirt
Tony woke up in his beige walled apartment. The bed beside him was warm but empty. He groaned as he stretched over the burgundy coloured sheets. He heard movement and Ziva's foreign swears.
"Ziva" he whispered groggily. She turned around and stood dressed in the combat pants she'd worn two day's ago and a black bra and looking very frustrated.
"I do not have a shirt" she announced. Tony looked at her very concerned.
Since they had been sleeping together they had been very careful not to get caught, which meant arriving in separate cars and one of them driving in from the other direction. It also meant having half their wardrobes in bags in the trunk of their cars. Tony watched as Ziva tipped out her khaki backpack, the only clean clothes were undergarments very see-through and bedroom only undergarments. Tony looked at his clock. It was too late for her to make the hour long trip from his apartment to her apartment and to the Navy yard.
Tony uttered a swearword. Ziva opened his messy closet. She looked at all of his shirts. He had more clothes than her a fact he seldom admitted too but he had the benefit of being able to cart round clothes from nearly a decade ago.
Ziva had lost all of that when Mossad blew up her apartment. All Tony and Abby had retrieved when they bribed the landlord to let them in was one olive coloured Israeli army shirt (Ziva did claim they could survive anything), a pair of soot covered white ballet slippers and a couple of photographs; one of Ziva and Tali and one of Ziva in the army.
She pulled out an aqua blue shirt. Tony had forgotten he even owned it. He had acquired it many years ago when he was still considered young and far smaller around the waist. It was a gift from a girlfriend with blonde hair and a silly name. Madison Tony thought it didn't really matter now. Madison had brought Tony the shirt as a birthday present. He hadn't liked it at first glance but Madison insisted he where it. So he wore it to a bar. He found he got more male attention that he usually did and had to say no to a guy who thought Tony liked men. Since that disastrous evening Tony had broke up with Madison and forgotten about the shirt.
Tony got up as Ziva put it on. She looked hot. She tucked it into her combat pants and left the first few buttons undone to tease Tony for the entire day with her bare skin. Ziva did a little twirl an old habit from spending half a decade of her childhood doing ballet. Tony turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm. God today was goanna be impossible he thought Ziva looked even sexier than usual. He turned the dial of the shower down. A cold shower was a better option today.
A/N: I know the shirt was probably a female shirt but this is fanfic we can be creative.
