"You know I've been thinking Tony, Remember when we were locked in that container and you told me you used to take piano lessons, well I think you should start again. I could teach you…."
Ziva climbed the stairs wearily. After a long day at work she'd picked up some groceries from the local shop and trudged back to her apartment. She hugged the brown paper bag against her chest with one hand and used the other to dig in her pocket for her keys. She pulled them up triumphantly as they jingled lightly and snapped her head up to focus on her door. She froze when she noticed the door was ajar. Silently she placed the bag on the floor, just against the wall. An orange made a courageous attempt at escape and toppled onto the wood floor and rolled across the hallway. Ziva ignored it and reached for her gun at her waist. She grabbed it with both hands and aimed firmly in front of her. She tiptoed forward in an almost cat like manner, using all her training to enter the apartment covertly. She pushed the door open slowly and scanned the immediate area for danger.
She slowed suddenly when she heard noise coming from the living room. Ziva frowned. It sounded like the burglar had stuck some music on. Ziva listened to the soft piano music wafting on from the other room.
With her gun still raised she moved forwards and suddenly burst into the room. The music never faltered. Ziva turned to where the music was coming from and her jaw dropped open, she couldn't believe her eyes. Her gun dropped to her side, quickly forgotten. She watched Tony play her piano effortlessly. She had never heard anything so beautiful and a sudden wave of jealously washed over her. She had been playing for years and still couldn't play that well. He played flawlessly, his fingers flying over the keys and Ziva remembered what Tony has said about his music teacher hitting him every time he hit a wrong note. After something like that Ziva wasn't surprised that he'd learnt to hit the right notes every time. His eyes were closed in concentration and Ziva was immediately impressed that Tony remembered every note off by heart. She didn't know how long it had been since he'd last played.
Ziva closed her own eyes as the music pulled her in. She didn't recognise the classical piece but she fell in love with it instantly. It was entrancing. Hypnotic chords that suddenly drifted into a waltz, his fingers deft in the complicated transition. She opened her eyes and watched the long elegant fingers with fascination, watched Tony. Even with his eyes closed and concentrated there was something so open and exposed about him that made Ziva wonder how well she actually knew her partner. Ziva was almost disappointed when Tony's performance came to an end. His fingers hovered over the keys for a second after the final notes were played then he placed the lid gently back over the keys. He stood up, walked up to Ziva and smiled slightly at her dumbfounded expression.
"I'll pass on those piano lessons" He said quietly before walking out the open door.