Listen
He couldn't sleep. He'd been up since he went to bed and it was now 0200hrs. Tossing and turning, trying to sleep, but one particular woman was invading his mind.
Ziva. The women with no regard for personal space even invaded his dreams.
Sighing, he slides out of bed and tiptoes down to the kitchen.
Monique's sitting at the table, back facing him, long dark hair flowing down her back, sharping her knife, in the moonlight.
"I care about her, Monique" he states as he opens the fridge, grabbing the water jug. The woman jumps slightly in surprise.
"Look, I don't know what Ziva's told you, but I mean it, I care". Monique does not reply, but stops what she's doing and places her knife down on the table.
Tony lets out a sigh as he grabs a glass from the shelf. "You don't have to answer, but just listen"
"I tease her, call her names and invade her personal space. And she does it right back." He pauses, taking a sip of water. "She steals my food and reads my men's magazines".
Monique chuckles.
"And you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way." He's perching on the counter now, water discarded.
"She's bossy and nosy and has absolutely no regards for personal space" he chuckles to himself, "and she has terrible taste in movies, but I love her."
Monique inhales sharply.
"I love her, Monique. And maybe one day, Ziva will feel the same"
She finally turns around. Tears are streaming down Ziva's cheeks as Tony comprehends what has just happened.
"I love you too"