Hey Fanfictioners! I came up with the idea for this three-shot at my brother's baseball game the other day, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS! :(
Just so you all know I have no idea if the Nationals have a stadium, where it would be, or what time the game would start. Also, my knowledge of the actual game of baseball could be better, soo…yea.
Also, I make fun of Robert Pattinson here (a lot), but I don't mean to be offensive. I love him, but it worked. :)
Chapter 1: A Hit
Ziva David looked down at her watch. It was two minutes to seven, just about time to leave. She was happy it was Friday; she could not wait for the weekend.
She started to shut down her computer, and looked up to see McGee put on his coat, and head to the elevator.
"Bye, Ziva. Later, Tony." He called.
"Goodbye, McGee!" Ziva called, turning to get her own stuff.
Surprised when she didn't hear Tony say goodbye she turned to look at him.
He was on the phone, and apparently, was not having a good discussion.
"Pete…no! Come on, Pete! Ok. Fine. Whatever. Talk to you later. Bye." Tony muttered, slamming the phone down.
"Something wrong, Tony?" Ziva asked, stalking over to his desk, bag and coat in hand.
"Yes, Zee-vah. My ol' pal Pete and I were supposed to go to the Washington Nationals game tomorrow, but his aunt is sick, so he's going out to Alabama instead. So now, I have no one to go to the game with me."
"Oh, well why don't you ask McGee?" Ziva suggested.
"He's going with Abby to see Brain Matter. Poor Probie."
"Ducky?"
"Are you joking? Ducky is more of a tea and novel guy than beer and baseball."
"Gibbs?"
There was a slight pause before they both answered, "No."
"Well how about Palmer!" Ziva suggested.
"Now you really must be joking." Tony sighed, and grabbed his stuff. He wanted to ask Ziva, but…what if she said no?
Both agents walked to the elevator together in silence. As soon as the doors closed, Tony gathered up his courage and turned to his partner.
"Zee, would you like to come to the game with me? You know, some good ol' American baseball, for the new American citizen?"
Ziva thought about it. She had been planning on doing nothing all weekend, but spending time with Tony sounded really appealing.
"Sure, I would love to go." Does that make me sound desperate?
"Great! I'll pick you up at four! See ya then."
"Bye Tony." And with that Tony and Ziva parted, walking towards their cars, hidden smiles on both their faces.
Tony POV
I slowly pulled up to Ziva's apartment building, clad in sneakers, plain jean shorts, and a red Washington Nationals Jersey with a matching cap.
To say I was extremely ecstatic would be a huge understatement. The clock on the dashboard said it was five to four. Figuring I wasn't that early I decided to go on up.
I rode the slow elevator up to the fourth floor, and walked down the long hallway until I got to Ziva's door. I knocked three times, and took a step back, looking up and down the halls.
I heard rustling on the other side, and a moment later the doorknob jingled and the door swung open.
Oh. My. God.
Nothing could have prepared me for the sight in front of me.
Ziva was wearing sneakers, with not-too-short-but-extremely-hot jean shorts, a white Nationals jersey, and a red cap not too different from mine. She had her hair down in loose curls which made her look positively stunning. She looked like she just walked off the page of some loser's "Woman of Baseball" calendar or something.
"Hi, Tony." She greeted, her intoxicating scent rolling off of her, and streaming out of her apartment, making me woozy. "Ready to go?"
It took me a moment to close my mouth and nod. I waited patiently for her to close and lock her door, before motioning her to the elevator.
We silently walked in, and I pressed the button for the ground floor. I didn't fail to notice how close we were standing together…in this tiny box…Snap out of it, DiNozzo! Focus.
"So…you excited for your first baseball game?" I asked.
"I suppose it will be interesting." Was her always mysterious reply. Little did I know she was just as excited as me.
Just then the doors slid open and we stepped out, heading for my car.
We got in and buckled up, and soon we were on our way to the stadium.
"So…what's up?"
Ziva shrugged and turned to me. "Not much in the twenty hours since I last saw you."
"Ooh! Moody! And for your information, it has been twenty-one hours."
She gave me the usual glare and punch to the arm. I loved our little banter, especially the rare times I actually won.
The rest of the ride was like this; sarcastic, witty, and kind of fun.
We arrived at the stadium at six, parked in the lot, and started walking up.
Ziva's face when she saw the size of the stadium was priceless. Of course, it was a mob inside, and she clung to my arm like a six-year-old. I certainly didn't mind.
We found our way to our pretty good seats and sat down. Not many people from our section had arrived yet.
"What time does the game start?" Ziva asked.
"The first pitch is at seven, but I don't know who's throwing it."
"Wouldn't somebody from one of the teams?" she asked, giving me a weird look.
I chuckled, forgetting it was her first time at a game. "The first pitch is usually done by someone somewhat famous or important."
"Oh, alright then."
"Are you hungry? The game doesn't start for forty-five more minutes, and you cannot go to a baseball game without having a Nathan's hotdog, or their fries. These fries, are like…otherworldly."
Ziva laughed at me and my Americanisms, and agreed to get some food.
Forty minutes later we were in our seats, the area now considerably more crowded, with two hot dogs each, two beers, and some fries to share.
"Ok Ziva, I want to see you as you eat your first Nathan's fry."
"Tony, you are ridiculous." She laughed, but picked up a salty fry nonetheless. She dipped it in the ketchup, giving me a serious look, humoring me.
She slowly raised it up to her lips, paused to look me straight in the eye, and popped the fry in her mouth.
She chewed for a moment, before her mouth fell open in shock.
I grinned like an idiot and repeatedly bobbed my head up and down.
"Exactly. Now watch! It's time for the first pitch!"
A moment later, the announcer proclaimed that Robert Pattinson from the Twilight Saga would be throwing the first pitch. Ziva and I simultaneously turned to each other and burst out laughing.
This will be good. I thought, pretty sure Ziva was thinking the same thing.
We watched in anticipation as he slowly walked out to the pitcher's mound, and prepared to throw.
We glanced at each other and looked back to see him throw with all his might. The ball flew out of his hand and towards the plate for…about a quarter of the way there, before it hit the ground and rolled.
Ziva and I were roaring with laughter, barely able to contain it. All the fans clapped and cheered anyway.
"I thought his family played like supernatural baseball, or something?" I managed between laughs.
"I guess not. Maybe the wolf could've thrown further?" Ziva retorted, laughing as hard as me.
Soon enough our laughter died down, and the game was underway. Ziva and I ate and talked through most of it, and I bought her a foam finger, which she made fun of but I knew she loved.
After a few innings, it was time for all those crazy things they do. Launch shirts into the crowd, give away gift cards, show people dancing on the huge screen, and of course, the Kiss Cam.
When the dancing people came on Ziva looked at me confused and asked, "Tony, why are people, uh…dancing on the screen?"
I smiled. "Just letting people show other people their moves. It's kind of fun." I replied, using my little catchphrase of sorts.
Ziva and I made fun of the people "dancing" and tried in vain to catch a t-shirt.
Next was the Kiss Cam, and we watched some couples kiss, some notice they are on the screen and wave, and other have no idea what's happening and just sit there.
To say I was shocked when we came on the screen would be lying. I was flabbergasted.
I mean, I suppose we could look like a couple, sitting together, Ziva resting her head on my chest, us laughing and talking the whole game, but really?
Ziva and I turned to each other, and before I realized what I was doing, I kissed her.
She was shocked at first, hell, so was I, but soon she started kissing me back. We kissed a few moments after the Kiss Cam went to another couple, but soon broke apart. We both sat there, staring into each other's eyes, and before I could stop myself, I said what I had wanted to say for a long time.
"Ziva…I love you."
I held my breath as her eyes widened in shock, her mouth opening into a cute little O.
I was kind of worried until she smiled and kissed me again.
The kiss was short, and she whispered into my ear, "I love you too, Tony." Single-handedly making me the happiest man alive.
I kissed her quite a lot during the rest of the game.
We left extremely happy; the Nationals had won.
Tonight had been a hit.
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