A.n/ I feel like bring it back to when Ziva first entered the show. So Imma change this up a little bit. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything because if I did I would have had a good persuassive conversation on talking Cote out of leaving.
I'm stunned by how this brown haired girl acted. She's not like most girls around here...hell she's not like any girls around here. I had to know her.
I got up and started walking towards her and when I got infront of her...I choked up. "You okay there?" She asked and I looked at her, my mouth going like a fish out of water. "I'm Ziva," She said and I smiled at her.
"I'm Anthony DiNozzo, but you can call me Tony," Her smile could have lighten up the room but I bet no one else seen it but me. "Can I get you a drink?"
"We are underage," Ziva laughed and I just looked at her. She opened her mouth slight to protest but I then she let out a slight chuckle. "Sure, work your magic," She said to me with a closed lip smile.
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"I am sorry but I have to go, if I do not...things get terribly bad," A 17 year old Ziva said looking at me, tears in her eyes. I never saw tears in her eyes, except when she talked about how things would go bad if she didn't go something.
"I love you isn't that enough?" I asked and she shook her head.
"My dad will kill you if you even mutter those words again. I am sorry, but I need to go," She said, grabbing her black suitcases and leaving, the tiny heels on her combat boots clicking off the marble floor of the apartment I shared with my father.
"Having phone sex?" A voice that I knew so well ask. I looked up and I could have gotten up from my seat and kissed her but no. I couldn't because I was in the bullpen at the office. "Hmm?" She asked, waiting for an answer.
"Phone sex, no...uh, charades," I said stumbling over my words after just being caught in having a sexual fantasy about my dead partner. No matter how morbid it sounds, it's true and I have already come to terms with that.
We stumbled over conversation until I felt the need to ask her who she was and what she was going here. "Time to kill before I go clubbing. Who are you?" I ask looking at her raising my eyebrow, I clearly knew who she was but everyone in this building in ear shot had to know we didn't.
"Ziva David. Mossad."
That's why she left.
"Israeli," I said with a slight smirk. She made a snarky remark and it just made me want to kiss her even more. "What can I do for you Ms. David?" I asked through my teeth. I had to act like I dispised of her but I needed to be so she didn't think that I knew her if she clearly knew I did.
"Nothing. I'm here to see Special Agent Gibbs," She said and took a seat in McGoo's desk. I sighed and looked at her curiously.
"How do you know I'm not Gibbs?" I asked snd she smiled.
"Gibbs?"
"He'll be back in an hour. You sure I can't help you?" I asked, a sour look on my face.
"I don't think so," She said dragging her "S" out. She bit her lip looking at me, like she was trying to place me. I felt like she didn't trust me but the look in her eyes told me something else. Like I told her when we were 17, her eyes never shut up.
"We got off to a bad start. I'm Special Agent Tony DiNozza. I wasn't playing charades, I was remembering my partner," I say looking her directly in the eyes, I thought I seen a spark of emotion but it was quickly covered with something else. Something I couldn't place.
"Naked?"
"No. Yes. I...I was jus look, I'm not the only man that does it!" I said defensively. If only she knew.