Ziva strolls into the dark bullpen, the only light coming from the dimmed desk lamps, with a paper bag full of sandwiches. "Ha!" Tony slams the written confession file down on his desk. "He's done it again. Special Agent Dinozzo: one, guilty wife: zero."
Ziva rolls her eyes as she pulls her chair over to his desk, grabbing his sub out of the bag and laying it on the file. His hand brushes intentionally over hers as he grabs his soda and she takes out her sandwich. A smile brushes over her face.
She takes out the last sandwich and turns towards McGee's desk, scrunching her face in confusion when she finds it empty. "Where did McGee go?"
"I sent him down to Abby."
"But he said he was hungry." she protests.
He takes her shoulder and pushes her gently down into her chair. "I gave him a dollar for some nutter butters, he'll be fine. Plus, I wanted some alone time."
She focuses her eyes on him, giving him a small smile as she unwraps her sandwich. "Case finished?" she asks.
"Yep." he smiled, taking a huge bite of his pastrami.
"And it was the wife?"
"Of course."
"Its always the wife." they state in unison, Ziva in a mocking tone.
His smile lingers for a moment. "Yeah, it is..." he says in an absent tone, eyes still on her. She takes a sloppy bite, causing a piece of steak to hang onto the corner of her mouth. He breathes a chuckle and steals the meat from her lip, dropping it into his own mouth. "Which is why," he puts the sub down and takes something out of his pocket, holding it tightly in his hand. "I want you to confess to my murder right away."
She laughs, smacking his hang lightly. "Except I am not your wife. And it is never the girlfriend."
He smiles, cocking his head to the side. "Yeah, been thinking about that." He lifts his clenched fist to his desk, unclenching it, he reveals the red velvet box he has been hiding from her since the third week they started dating. "Ziva," her eyes grow wide and a gasp slips from her mouth. "Will you be the first suspect if I'm murdered?" He opens the box, the small diamond ring sparkling as he twists the box in the light of his desk lamp.
Ziva lets out a few laughs, curling her lips inward to prevent some. She keeps her eyes on Tony, seeing the adoration in his eyes. She nods. "Yes."
Just a little something thats been rotting in my head for a little bit.
Very short, and not my best writing, but I needed it out there.
Reviews are appreciated.