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Trust and Time
Pasta and Plans
"Zee-vah" Tony called as she walked to her rental car in the car park
"Tony" Ziva replied turning around.
"You know how you said you would do anything to stop me calling you Probie" Tony said in the middle of the car park.
"Yes" Ziva said.
"I'm hungry and you know that Pasta thing you make" Tony begun.
"I need to get some supplies I will meet you at your apartment in an hour and a half" Ziva said heading towards her car.
Tony stood in his apartment he had removed his tie he put his dirty washing in his bedroom. He cleaned his coffee table and took his jacket off the black leather couch. He closed the doors to the bedroom and bathroom. He heard a knock at his door. He opened it and found Ziva standing at his door holding a reusable bag filled with food.
Ziva looked at Tony he took her bag. She had driven to the Italian Deli, which Tony frequented and picked up pasta and other ingredients.
"Did you turn the oven on?" Ziva asked.
"Yeah" Tony said. The two of them looked at each other uncomfortably. Ziva moved to his kitchen. She put the vegetables on the chopping board. She looked around for his utensils. She always got everything out before starting cooking. She was used to the layout of his old apartment not the one he had lived in since he returned from Agent Afloat.
"Where are you utensils?" Ziva asked. Tony moved from the edge of the counter and towards Ziva, he leaned up close to her and opened the cupboard above her revealing a pot of utensils.
"Here," he said.
"Thanks" she said quietly.
"Do you need a hand?" Tony asked. Ziva smiled.
"Yeah" Ziva said. "You can open the sauce" Tony grabbed the sauce.
There was a silence between them the only noise was Tony struggling with the can opener and Ziva chopping. Ziva looked up and at Tony.
"So" Tony began.
"So" Ziva said. They both stood there dancing around the awkwardness
"What movie do you want to watch?" Tony asked.
"It's your place," Ziva said, "You chose"
Tony stood at the edge of the kitchen unsure what to do.
"I'm goanna get a shower," Tony said.
"Ok" Ziva said.
Tony walked into his bathroom this was more awkward than the dates he'd been on not long after Jeanne left. Though he had since broken his dry spell with a collection a dark haired one-night stands he had subconsciously chose women who resembled Ziva especially in the months when she was gone. He threw his dirty washing on the pile and headed to the shower.
She stood in Tony's kitchen. She took a deep breath this dinner was more awkward than a dinner with a father. She could hear his singing Sinatra in the shower. The silence between them reminded her of her parents when Tali died and they refused to talk her father simply threw himself into work. Her mother left.
She returned to her cooking. Tony emerged in worn jeans and an OSU sweatshirt.
"Good shower" Ziva asked.
"Yeah" Tony said. Ziva turned the pasta off she looked on the counter realizing she didn't have a colander.
"Colander is in the cupboard next to the oven," Tony said reading her mind.
"Thanks" Ziva said.
Ziva stood at the edge of his kitchen as he looked through his DVD's.
"Sit down" he said "I promise the couch doesn't bite"
"I am sure it doesn't" Ziva replied.
She sat on the leather seat but could not get comfortable she wriggled around before realizing she was sitting on something. She reached behind her picking up a rectangle object. She help it. It was a book The Lovely Bones. She had read it countless times she recognized the breakdown of a family after the death of a child. Her mother had left before the first anniversary of Tali's death but unlike the mother in the book Ziva's mother never returned she committed the ultimate sin after losing her battle with depression.
"I was thinking Pulp Fiction," Tony said holding out the DVD.
He saw her holding the book.
"I wanted to read it before the movie comes out" Tony said
"It's being made into a movie?" Ziva asked.
"It was on entertainment tonight all summer" Tony replied then he realized that all summer Ziva had been in Salims cell.
"Who is directing it?" Ziva said trying to smooth over the speed bump in the conversation.
"Peter Jackson he's the same guy who directed The Lord of The Rings. He's an Australian," Tony said.
"He's from New Zealand," Ziva corrected.
"Whatever it looks like a good movie," Tony said.
"I'd like to see it" Ziva said
"We could go together," Tony offered.
"I'd like that" Ziva said. "I better check on dinner"
They faced each other across the coffee table eating. The awkwardness was fading but not gone completely.
A/N: The reason it was a bit hinky was because during 'Code of Conduct' it was a little awkward. (I think I only watched it once) and yes Peter Jackson is a Kiwi.
Now that I've reordered and corrected I hope it makes more sense.