Title: Girlfriend Duties
Author: SplishySplash
Characters: Tony/Ziva/Vance ish
Pairing: T/Z
Genre: Friendship/Comfort
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Companion piece to Boyfriend Jobs, Ziva does favors for Tony which would constitute as a 'Girlfriend Duty'
Chapter One: Performance Review
Watching him pace back and forth was amusing for the first twenty three minutes, but anything after that was just plain annoying. It was time for his performance review and Vance decided to do them himself so nobody was getting off easy, well except Ziva.
The tension had filled the room because Gibbs had taken the day off, offering no moral support for Tony or McGee who drew the short straw and had to go first, leaving Tony to pace nervously. Ziva leaned back, forgoing any work to watch him squirm as he switched between filing and pacing for the third time. His nervousness was making her anxious. He had dressed up for the occasion, wearing one of his nicest black suits and a crisp white shirt hidden underneath his suit jacket and plain navy blue tie. His 'dress to impress' look had worked on her at least and she wasn't shy to admit that he looked good, partially causing her lack of attention.
As he made his fourth attempt to file away old case files, when a slew of inappropriate words filled his side of the bullpen and a slam of the file door before he turned around so that she could see what was the cause of his . . .lack of professionalism. "Damn it."
"Is everything alright over there?" She asked with a lighthearted smile and she received a glare from him causing her to hold her hands up in surrender.
He ignored her teasing and bent over to pick up something from the floor. When he stood to full height Ziva could see a small plastic button from his shirt and a gap third from the top where it use to live.
His face fell and full panic mode began to set in.
But before Tony could put anymore words together, Ziva pushed herself back from her desk and opened her top drawer, digging through the contents. "This can't be happening." He whined, opening his desk roughly to search for a replacement shirt.
Or lack thereof.
The one in his desk was wrinkled beyond repair and had probably been in there for months."I don't have time for this. . ." He muttered, digging for the nonexistent shirt in his other drawers or hard liquor, whichever he found first.
Ziva found what she was looking for and crossed the small space between them and waited for him to look up at her, but another slam of the desk drawer came his response. "Tony." She said, but she was ignored and normally she would've waited until he noticed her, to let him fret for a bit longer, but his time drew thin and to catch his attention she grabbed his chin to look at her. "Stop, Tony you need to calm down."
"Calm down? I have a performance review in five minutes and I look like hell. . ." His voice rose in pitch, shaking off her grip and side stepping her to search McGee's desk for a spare.
She blocked his move and placed a hand on his chest. "You need to calm down." She said repeated, showing him the sewing kit. "Tony, you will be fine." She reached in the bag and pulled out white colored thread that matched his shirt before reaching around him to grab the white button that rested on the desk.
Ziva cut the string with her knife that hid in her pocket before she stuck the end of the thread in her mouth and his eyes glued to her lips as the end disappeared between them, sticking the thread together. She pulled the end out of her mouth and the thread went into the eye on the first try before tying a knot in the end. Ziva didn't bother waiting for him to unbutton the top two buttons that got into her way and her fingers slid under his shirt as she found the correct spot on his shirt, lining up the holes into place before shoving the needle up the hole and he released a breath that she realized that he was holding.
Her pattern was a simple crisscross until taut against his shirt. Ziva tied it off and he trusted her enough to not flinch when she cut the excess string before setting the needle on the desk.
Ziva David wasn't one to leave a job unfinished, so she shoved the knife back into her pocket and Ziva buttoned it back up slowly before patting his chest. "All done." She said with a smile, they both looked at her hand for a moment before a smile broke on to his face.
"You just saved my life." He said excitedly cupping her cheeks and pressing a kiss to her forehead, before he took a step back. "Thank you." It should've been awkward, but it wasn't.
"It is not a problem." She answered and turned to walk to her desk, but stopped in the middle of the bullpen, turning to look at him with a smile. "I do not understand why you are so rallied up about this evaluation, you have never given it a thought in the past."
"Its riled up." He corrected as he tugged on his tie."Because I usually write my own performance eval, it's not like I give myself a perfect score or anything but I don't know what to expect from Vance."
She took a step back to him, reaching out to fix his tie for him and settle his collar. "I do not think he will care what you wear, or at least he shouldn't." She said, gaining a chuckle from the man and as she finished she patted him on the chest again. "For what it is worth, I think you are very good at your job."
Before he could even blush at her comment, Vance's secretary called him from the top of the stairs, signaling it was his turn and the feeling in his stomach dropped. "Good luck." She said, kissing him on the cheek before making her way to her own desk.
Slowly he wandered towards the stairs and took them one at a time, but turning to give her one last look which rewarded him with a small wave from her and his confidence tripled as he turned to take the rest of the steps at a trot, but in the scheme of things it was her opinion that mattered to him, not the directors and if she thought he was good at his job, he was okay without the raise.
She released a breath that she was holding and sat back in her desk, searching for her next task and suddenly paperwork seemed unappetizing. As a last resort, she got up and wandered towards the elevator, she was going to need a Berry Mango Madness to get her back on track.