Tony and Ziva were walking back to the bullpen from Abby's lab, they finally had enough evidence to convict their murderer, Ziva checked her watch 'four o clock, time to make dinner and eat it tonight.' Ziva thought, they'd been working for 70 hours straight on this one. The pair rounded the corner, opening their view over the bullpen, at the same moment the opposing elevators dinged, Gibbs and a tanned man in his fifties stepped out. Ziva jumped and stopped walking, Tony looked up to see what had shocked the usually fearless Israeli, he saw the man with Gibbs and computed the situation in his head, "Deputy director David?" he whispered
"Mm huh," Ziva mumbled, still shocked to see her father was in the same country, not to mention the same floor, "Tony!" she remembered suddenly, she turned to face him and pushed him behind the stairs, out of her father's sight, Tony put his hands up and looked confused, "Tony," Ziva began, urgently "Tony, Mossad was spying on me." She said willing him to understand; "When you were coming over…" it dawned on him "Mossad thinks we're dating?" he questioned.
"Yes."
"So we say we broke up, big deal." He said simply, shrugging.
"NO Tony!" Ziva cried "Do you want me to tell you what he did to the last guy I broke up with? I don't want him to hurt you!" Ziva pleaded. Tony nodded, a little concerned, but trusts her, "Thank you, now mossad thinks we've been together for about a year, so if, or rather, when, he asks if he can stay at my place, you leave to a dentist appointment or something just get out, then go home and get some of your stuff to scatter at my place so a relationship seems plausible. Ok." Tony nodded again.
"Key?" he said extending a hand.
"It's in my desk, I'll get it for you in a sec."
"What about Gibbs?"
"He'll play along," Tony didn't argue.
"Ok, ah, Ziva, to pull this off, you're going to have to let me touch you and you can't shoot me, Ok." Ziva nodded abruptly.
The two walked gracefully into the bullpen slightly closer then usual. "Father!" Ziva exclaimed, like she had only just spotted him, Ishar David looked over at his daughter, "Ziva, how are you?" he embraced her awkwardly.
"Why are you here, Papa?" Ziva asked, Ishar looked past her to Tony
"Anthony DiNozzo." He said, Ziva nodded, taking the opportunity to signal Gibbs to play along, he looked confused for a second until he saw Ziva move, "Yes Papa, this is Tony." She stood next to him and slide her arms around his waist, she almost gasped, she'd forgotten how defined his muscles were, he placed an arm over her shoulders and pulled her in close. Ishar smiled "It is good to see my daughter is still happy with you." Tony smiled broadly
"Well she's a beautiful girl and hey, what's not to love?" Ziva punched him gently in the chest and laughed softly, Tony caught Gibbs' eye, geez they had some explaining to do. There was an awkward silence, "Ziva, would it be much trouble if I stayed at your apartment tonight?"
"Oh, no, of course you can." Ziva squeezed Tony slightly, silently hinting nut Tony hadn't forgotten. "Oh, babe, I've gotta go, I'll see you later ok."
"Ok." Ziva smiled, Tony turned to face her and leans down to kiss her, he was shocked to feel a pull on his lips as he pulled away, he leant behind his desk and retrieved his things, swinging his pack over his shoulder, then felt his pockets, "Ah, hun, I forgot my…" Ziva threw her house key at him, "keys, thanks."
"And No Pizza Tony, I'll cook tonight." Another quick kiss and he left. Ziva handed Gibbs the report from Abby. "I'm going to go and inform the director." She said like nothing was out of the ordinary, "Papa, you remember Jen?"
"Of course."
"Well follow me, I'll just need to brief her first." Ziva departed up the stairs without waiting for an answer, "Oh and Gibbs," he looked up, still reeling from the sudden revelation that he was not nearly as observant of his team as he thought. "Abby wants to see you." Ziva called.
CHAPTER TWOCynthia let Ziva straight through to the Director's office. Ziva briefed Jen on the case in second then proceeded to give a quick summery about her status with Tony and her father. Jen nodded and accepted that it was important. Ziva pulled her father into the room, Ishar greeted Jen warmly "Shalom Jennifer," he smiled "How are you?"
"Well thank you, and what brings you to Washington Ishar?" she asked
"To see my daughter, and to speak with Mr. DiNozzo."
"oh" Jen started, raising her eyebrows, "Why is that?" Ziva mentally kicked herself, it had hardly been ten minutes and they were already on too deep, her father wanted to talk with her 'boyfriend'.
"They have been together for quite some time, yes." Ishar said, Jen laughed
"They have Ishar." Jen smiled and looked at Ziva like a woman with some hot gossip to spread around the office, Ziva blushed and smiled shyly. "Papa, we should go Tony will be home soon.".
"Oh, you're living together now?" Jen asked, Ishar, looked at his daughter, slightly surprised. "Not formally, but pretty much yes," Ziva smiled, "Papa, shall we?"
"Yes Ziva, It was lovely to see you again Jennifer," He nodded and they left.
Tony DiNozzo smiled to himself, what timing! He had been home and collected a good dose of his things to spread, rather convincingly around Ziva's apartment, he had also showered and changed into sweatpants as well as made himself a coffee, as he was pouring it into a mug when he heard the door open. "In here Ziva." He called, she entered with her father close behind, greeting him with a kiss. "Coffee?" he asked, she nodded, "Mr. David, coffee?" he asked Ishar politely.
"Yes please, and it's Ishar." He smiled, "we are essentially family, first names are appropriate I think." Tony and Ziva almost chocked on their coffees.
"Yes, in that case, I'm Tony." Tony smiled and shook his hand, Ziva shook her head gently, putting her free hand on Tony's back. "Shall we sit in the lounge?"
"Yes Ziva," Ishar replied, leading the way. He sat in the armchair, Tony sat on the couch, Ziva sat next to him and cuddled up to his side, he put an arm around her and kissed her head, Ishar smiled, "You two have certainly made a nice home for yourselves." Ishar observed.
"I like it here too," said Tony "It's always clean."
"You only stay here because I can't stand it at your place." Ziva shot at him. Ziva looked around, she wouldn't ever admit it but she liked it like this, Tony was holding her, there were DVDs on the shelf and on the table, a picture of she and Tony laughing, that Abby had snapped on Tony's birthday, she looked across the room to the other picture of them, they were kissing, another picture from Tony's birthday, they were playing spin the bottle, Ziva laughed, she spotted the pizza box on the coffee table and rounded on Tony, "Anthony DiNozzo, I told you to pick that up last night!" she glared at him, and yet admiring his skill in making her home his. "Oh, sorry," Tony mumbled, standing and taking the box to the trash. "I can see you two are very much in love, it is so good to see you happy Ziva," Ishar said, Tony re-entered the room. "And Tony, I can see you will take good care of her, you seem a very responsible young man." Tony looked slightly taken aback, he moved and sat with Ziva again. "You two really do love each other," Ishar said
"Yes, we do." Ziva said moving in closer to Tony, reaching up and kissing him gently. Tony's stomach swooped.
CHAPTER THREEHours later Ishar finally retreated to the guest room, bidding them "Lilah tov", He had shaken Tony's hand and kissed Ziva on the cheek. "Well that was a success." Ziva said as soon as he was out of earshot. Tony yawned "Uh huh." Ziva smiled at him, having him around was so natural and comfortable, she liked it. "Ok sleepyface, bedtime." She said taking his hand and leading him to her bedroom.
"It's sleepyhead Ziva." He yawned
"Whatever." She said pulling the door closed behind her and walking towards the bed, Tony grabbed her waist and pulled her towards himself. "Oi!" Ziva exclaimed
"What? You said I could touch you."
"Only when he's looking Tony! Unless that is, you want to touch me." Ziva put her hands on top of his. "And if I do?" Tony ventured.
"I'll either shot you, or let you, you willing to find out which?" Tony slid his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately, then pulled back to look at her. "Ok, so maybe I won't shoot you," she giggled then kissed him, he slid a hand up the back of her top, she stopped him. "No Tony, not with my father next door!"
"We'll be quiet."
"Tony! I'm a screamer, remember?"
"Oh,"
"But, I guess I could, stay quiet, just this once." She smiled and let him continue, enjoying being with Tony, the man she loved and had finally got.