AN- So I've been itching to write a Tiva ficlet for ages and this is the result. It's kind of inspired by Elbow's song Mirrorball, which has lyrics including : "You make the moon a mirrorball / The street's an empty stage / The city's sirens, violins / Everything has changed." If you have a spare 5 minutes to chuck it on in the background you will not regret it.
So to end the Elbow-related waffle I should add a standard "I'm a poor student" disclaimer and I hope you enjoy the story! Let me know what you think!
One night. One perfect night. You don't get many perfect nights, particularly where Ziva David and that damned rule 12 are concerned. But last night, thought Tony, as he sauntered back through the early morning Washington streets, last night was beyond all imagination.
The evening had started innocently enough, with a tipsy Tony and stone cold sober Ziva leaving McGee's birthday drinks at a decent hour. It was when Ziva linked her hand with Tony's that everything changed; a nervous thrill ran through Tony just thinking about it. She said nothing but the small smile on her face belied her true feelings.
After catching sight of that smile things began to advance rather quickly. The elevator ride up to Ziva's flat passed in a whirl of awkward gropes and excited squeezes, with a most un-Ziva like giggle destroying the last of Tony's reserve.
Tony bit his lip happily as he relived the bit that came next.
Without being overly dramatic, it had killed him a little bit to leave her side this morning. It was just his default setting: wake up next to a beautiful woman; panic; leave. That's just how it had been for him until Ziva.
Still, it was a nice morning out and the fresh air let him clear his head a bit. Because, try as he might to deny it, he had feelings for Ziva David.
Gibbs was going to murder him.
He continued walking slowly along the street, watching the morning Sun paint his shadow on the various buildings he passed. That woman was just so…so infuriating. She had the unnerving ability to get inside his head and stay there, appearing at inconvenient moments and taunting him with her long, long legs and her long, long hair. Tony had spent many a night thinking far too much about those legs…
As Tony continued it was almost as though he could hear Ziva's voice in his head again. Except it was far too clear and loud to just be a recollection.
"TONY!", Ziva yelled as she ran after (Very) Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. "Tony you get back here this instant! What do you think you're playing at?"
Tony turned sharply to find an Israeli woman bury herself in his arms.
"Whoa there," he said, startled. "What's wrong, sweetcheeks?"
"You left! I woke up and turned around and you were not there! I don't understand, Tony," she admitted quietly.
"I panicked, I'm so sorry Ziva. I just…I don't even know any more. You mean so much to me and I panicked, I panicked and I left and I am so sorry. I guess I was just feeling a little insecure- I mean, you could have any guy in the world and I can't let myself get too attached to what happened last night in case that's the only time it happens. I was an idiot, Ziva," Tony said, not daring to meet his partner's eyes.
DiNozzo turned once more to continue walking back to his apartment but a small (and deadly strong) hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Tony," Ziva said, her voice far softer now. "Even if I could have any guy in the world, you are the only one that I would ever want to..to…"
Her voice faltered and Ziva settled instead for wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him full on the mouth; they kissed as though it were the first kiss ever to be kissed and loved every moment of it.