Authors note: I deleted times like these because looking back I am saddened by the fact that I uploaded it to this site... so I used a few ideas from that and maybe a sentance or two to create this fic. So once again these are just ideas in my head. I am English however unfortunately English and techniques are pretty bad.. I hope you guys like this, if not I appreciate any advice or whatever but yeah I am greatful to you guys who review or read this. -Zoey
Disclaimer: I cry at the fact that my babies arent together, if I owned the show Tony and Ziva would be together, I do not and they are not.
Ziva looked at her watch; 8:45pm. Anthony DiNozzo had never been late, not when it came to Ziva; he was always on time or early… A small smile graced her lips as she thought about all of the times Anthony DiNozzo Jr had arrived at her apartment early. He must have known she knew? That she could hear him pacing outside her door, his nerves could be felt with each step as could his eagerness.
Over the years their friendship had become something more but no one dared to ask what it had flourished into, not even Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Everyone in the office knew that Rule 12 was being delicately danced on; the eye contact had become unbearable, the banter more quick witted and each had become more defensive of the other… not that anyone would admit it out loud.
She looked around at her apartment, she had moved three months ago, a damp Saturday morning in September. Ziva had upgraded to a large, two bed roomed apartment. She had originally told the team it was because she had too many possessions and was in dire need of more space, but they knew it was just a façade. When she had returned from Israel with Tony she immediately enlisted the help of The Directors real estate agent to put her old apartment on the market. It had sold within two weeks of being available; it was the finalization of the paperwork that had delayed proceedings, much to Ziva's annoyance seeing as though she had purchased her new apartment on the same day hers had been sold. She moved with the help of the team even though she had insisted she was fine and did not need any help. The team weren't on call so they all pitched in even the autopsy gremlin and Breena. It didn't take very long as most of Ziva's possessions had either already been packed the previous weekend or had never actually been unpacked upon returning from Israel. Gibbs had insisted on refurbishing the kitchen for her, as a father would do for his daughter. He had also acquired the help of McGee and DiNozzo to re-decorate the apartment to Ziva's preference.
Nothing in her life had ever been permanent so she always left at least 30% of all things 'hers' packed away in brown cardboard boxes, secured in a closet… That was until Tony had spent the day at Ziva's whilst she was on an undercover-op with McGee, much to the senior field agent's dismay. He was unable to be at his partner's side as he was still restricted to his desk following a broken leg, the result of a petty officer on narcotics thinking he could run over a federal agent. He had unpacked all of the items he had come across in the process of trying to find somewhere to store all of his things that were cluttering Ziva's apartment. A result of them unofficially moving in with each other, spending most nights with the other at one of the apartments, usually Ziva's since it was closer to the Navy yard…
No, he had never been late, or at least not this late without notification, yet tonight he was. It was in that moment her phone vibrated against her glass coffee table, illuminating the room that was only lit by a small wall lamp.
Snapping out of her stupor she picked up her mobile, quickly glancing at the caller ID; Gibbs. Her stomach started to turn and suspicions began to arise. She had what usually proved her right, what usually solved the cases: gut feelings. She forced them aside unwilling to think about her thoughts; after all they were just that.
"Ziver…" Gibbs spoke with a twinge to his voice, not quite in a calming manner because something hid behind it, worry.
Throughout the years the team had been through their fair share of ordeals together. All had also dealt with their own, personal barriers, some deeper and larger than others, leaving scars… However they had always moved past it all, maybe not completely but as close as possible given the darkness that had surrounded their personal turmoil. They had all come out still fighting, this time was different. She could hear the questions that lay in the tone of one word, she could hear his fear and that was unraveling her every move.