So yeah, I don't own them.... :(
"Well, that's another win for Team Gibbs," Anthony Dinozzo announced to the squad room as he propped his feet onto his desk, smiling smugly.
They had just solved the murder of petty officer Amanda Howard. She had been stabbed four times in the chest, but before that, her assailant decided to rape her. Unfortunately for Petty officer Howard, the stabbings didn't immediately kill her. It was the slow bleeding out that did it. Turns out it was an ex boyfriend who just didn't get it that they were over. Now Gibbs and Company had to wait for their next case.
Leroy Jethro Gibbs was finishing up his report when he said, "Dinozzo, didn't your mother ever teach you that your feet belong on the ground and not the furniture?"
Tony's smile disappeared as he quickly dropped his feet back to the floor. Gibbs put away his file and said the one word that he says the most; coffee.
The second Tony heard the elevator's ping he put his feet back where he had them. "So probies, now that we're done and our fearless leader has left, whaddya wanna do?"
Timothy McGee gave him an annoyed look and said, "going to see Abby," then headed towards the back elevator.
With McGee gone, it just left him with Ziva David. "Well Zee-vah, looks like it's just me and you now."
"Or it is just you, Tony," Ziva said without looking up. She did not particularly care for what pranks he wanted to pull on the other workers in the building. All she wanted to do was go home and take a nice warm bath and put this case behind her. This case had been tough on her, if only the headache that she now had was the only proof. It brought back memories, memories that she would rather just leave buried, but of course her mind wouldn't let them stay that way.
Tony just sat and stared at her. He knew something was up. It was easier to read her now that she tucked away her Mossad mask and actually showed some emotion on her face. He also knew that if he asked what was wrong she would tell him that she's fine and to stop asking. Sometimes doing things that never work might actually work out every once in a while. So he took the plunge and asked.
"I am fine."
'Yea right' he thought. This case had somehow gotten to her, that much was easy to tell. The whole time they had been working she had been slightly off, distracted even. Every time he looked over at her, she always had a sad look on her face. There were even a few times he caught her staring off into the distance as if she were remembering something.
So he sat there for a few moments, trying to figure out what to tell her. After much debate in his head, he opted for, "You know, you don't have to tell me what's wrong. Just don't say that you're fine when clearly you're not."
This statement caused her to look up at him. She was slightly shocked. She knew that since her return from Somalia she had changed but she didn't think she was too readable. Obviously she was if he was asking if she was ok. Instead of admitting the truth she only replied, "I do not know what you are talking about. As I said before, I am fine," and then proceeded to pack up since five o'clock had just hit.
Of course he knew that she would deny that she wasn't fine. He wasn't expecting her to spill her heart out to him. He decided not to push her like he normally would. He had a feeling that he knew what it was about and knew that when she was ready she would tell him. He too started parking up when a thought hit him.
"Well alright then, if you're fine then you wouldn't mind coming to dinner with me. They just opened up that new Chinese place and I heard it was spectacular."
Ziva's only thought was: bubble bath. "No Tony, I just want to go home and relax," she said as the entered the elevator.
"Ohh please," Tony begged. "They do have take-out so we can do that and go to either your apartment or mine and watch a movie. I'll supply the beer. It'll be just like old times."
He looked at her and saw that she was debating. "Come on, everyone knows that you can't pass up some good Chinese food and this Chinese food is well beyond good."
She opened her mouth to say no, but when she looked over at him and his big, hopeful eyes she found herself saying, "ok, but we will have to do it at your place because I still not have gotten the chance to buy a new TV."
"Alright, so come over in about an hour. I'll have the beer and food waiting."
"What movie?" she asked as they exited the elevator at the parking garage.
Tony did a very quick mental check of the DVD's he had just recently bought. "Oh, Inglorious Bastards. I think you would enjoy it. See you in a bit." And with that they got into their separate cars and left.
Ziva stepped into her apartment and looked around. Since all of her belongings had been blown up she had to start all over, again. Luckily her friends and coworkers had some furniture that they no longer needed and passed onto her so that was less that she had to buy. She had finally finished buying what she considered as 'basic necessities' and was now working on the non-requirements, like decorations and a TV.
She looked at the clock and decided that she had enough time for a quick shower. "Well, I won't get a warm and relaxing bath but maybe a hot shower will take away the headache," she said to no one but herself.
When she finally stepped out of the shower she debated on what to wear. She knew that she didn't have to dress nice. It was only dinner and a movie at one of her friend's house. So she decided on sweatpants and a tee-shirt. 'Well that chooses what I'm doing with my hair' she thought. She left it down to dry on its own but grabbed a pony-tail holder just in case she wanted to put it up later. After putting her clothes in the laundry room she put on her shoes and decided she was ready, and with one final look in the mirror, she put on a hoodie, grabbed her keys and left.
Since he was supplying the food, the movie, and the beer, she decided she should at least bring dessert so she went to nearest bakery for some of his favorite cupcakes.
Once Tony put the food on the counter and the beer in the fridge he turned towards his entertainment center and prepped the movie. He was beyond ecstatic when Ziva said yes and was now hoping that tonight wouldn't be a disaster. He missed his best friend. They hadn't been as close as they were that summer when Gibbs left since the whole Jeanne debacle. He was hoping tonight they could start heading back in that direction. He also hoped that she would open up to him; to tell him about what happened in Somalia. She needed to tell someone before it consumed her.
He had the same idea as Ziva and wore a tee-shirt and sweatpants. It was, in fact, their attire when they had their movie nights so long ago.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on his door.
'Here goes nothing,' he thought and opened the door.
"Hi," she said and held out the cupcakes. "Since you bought everything else I figured I should at least buy dessert."
He looked at the cupcakes and his face lit up. "Ohhh! The choco-holic cupcake. My favorite!"
They both headed to the kitchen. He grabbed the food, she grabbed the beer. Once everything was splayed out on the coffee table, he hit play on his remote and they engrossed themselves in food and the movie.
As the credits were rolling, neither one could stop laughing.
Tony was the first to recover, slightly, and choked out, "that was the funniest movie I have ever seen!"
His partner could only nod her head. A moment later, when she was able to catch her breath, Ziva asked if he was ready for cupcakes.
"Oh hell yeah!" he replied rather exuberantly and jumped up to grab them from his kitchen.
He handed one to Ziva and then sat back down beside her to eat his cupcake.
Ziva watched him eat his cupcake like a pig. She knew that he would probably be asking the one question she dreaded hearing anyone ask. It shouldn't be any different than the other times he or anyone else asked. He'll ask, she'll say that she doesn't want to talk about it, and he'll drop it… for now. But somehow while she was looking at him with a childish grin (plus half his cupcake) on his face it all felt different. She knew she could trust him with anything. He proved that when he risked his life just to avenge her death. He already knew something was up; he had asked her about it earlier. And of course she told him she was fine.
He felt her staring at him. When he looked over at her, she had a look of contemplation on her face.
"What're you thinking about?"
Tony had startled her when he spoke. She didn't even realize that he was looking at her. It was at that moment when she saw the concern in his eyes that she decided that it was either now or never.
"So, you want to know about Somalia…."
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