I got this idea after laying in bed, bored
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Me, My (Fake) Husband, and My Crazy Aunt
Ziva David stormed into the Squad Room where Anthony DiNozzo was currently lounging at his desk.
She threw it down to the ground before she sat down at her desk, "What's wrong with you sweet cheeks?" Tony quizzed, a DiNozzo smile plastered on his face. Ziva glared toward him, "Guess who's coming to meet me and my husband?" she growled.
"You lost me." Ziva quickly stormed over to his desk, where she sat on the edge and grabbed the edges of his shirt, and bringing his face a fingernail's distance from hers. "Remember, when you shouted abuse down my phone?" Tony quickly nodded. "Well, my Aunt wanted to know why I hadn't told her when I had gotten married. So now she's flying in to see me and my husband. AKA you." Tony gulped, "I-I was just-" Ziva threw him back in the chair. "I know."
"So now what?" he asked fixing his shirt. Ziva pointed to him accusingly, "You & I are going to pretend to be married." Tony grinned, "Again?" Ziva rolled her eyes, "We must hurry though her flight comes in 2 hours."
Tony sat up, "How can we fix up our lives in two hours?" Ziva shrugged, "First, you must get me a ring."
This time it was Ziva's turn to grin. "Fine." Tony grumbled, as she grabbed his jacket and sig. As he and Ziva were walking toward the elevator Gibbs strolled into the bull pen sipping coffee, "Aye! Where you two going?" he called. "To get Married." Tony called over his shoulder.
"Your Place or Mine?" Tony quizzed as he drove his mustang down town. "Mine. Of course" Ziva said as her new 18 karat diamond ring in the glistened in the sunlight. "I must say Tony; you have great taste in picking diamonds." Ziva said smirking. Tony rolled his eyes, "So let's stop by my place. I'll pick up some things and then we'll head over to your place and try to make it look, homie." Ziva sighed, "This is ridiculous. We know nothing, about each other." Tony glanced at her quickly, "Well. We know everything professional about each other. Favorite Color?" "Red." "See if we keep playing this game, we'll be like husband and wife in no time." "Sure." Ziva said as she looked out the window.
"Nice Place you got here." Tony said as he set the box down on a chocolate brown couch. The living room had a big plasma screen TV hung high on the wall, and the beige carpet had different shades. The kitchen was a to the left in a corner almost on a platform, it was mainly a brownish color except for the stainless steel refrigerator, dish washer, and sink. "Thank You." She told him as she handed him another box. "Okay. Favorite Animal?" Tony asked as he casually set some movies along the glass coffee tables and cabinets. "Siberian Lynx" Tony snapped his head up, "What?" Ziva looked at him curiously, "What? You've never seen one?" Tony shook his head. "Well I'll have to show you one when we get back. I'll go fix up the bedroom." Tony smirked, "You sound too comfortable saying that." Ziva glanced over her shoulder at him before she made her way over to her blood red bedroom, she moved to the left side of chestnut colored bed and shuffled up the sheets. "What are you doing?" Tony said leaning against the door frame. Ziva looked up at him, "My aunt will now, a man is not staying here if one side of the bed is made. Now give me your clothes." Tony handed her a bag of clothes, she dumped bag onto the bed and quickly threw most into a dresser, a few onto the floor, and the rest onto the bathroom floor. ""There. Wait-" Ziva said before she flipped the seat of the toilet up. "Better?" she sighed. "Anything Else?" Ziva glanced at her watch, "We have to go. Her flight should be landing in less than a half an hour." Ziva quickly grabbed Tony's hand and lead him out the door.
Flight 286 Tel Aviv to D.C has just landed.
"Do you see her?" Tony asked, Ziva shook her head, "No." Tony gently rubbed her shoulders, "Then relax." "What if she does not like you, you are well…. You. " Tony grinned, "What's wrong with me?" Ziva rolled her eyes. A little boy with a colorful beanie on his head ran into his father's arms, passed them. "Kids?" Tony asked quietly. "What?" "How long have we been married again?" Tony asked running his hand through his hair. "So how many kids?" Ziva shrugged annoyed, "I don't know. There she is!" Ziva said pointing.
Tony looked in that direction, not able to believe who was walking toward them.
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