Disclaimer: I don't own anything.... not even a Weatherly...
A/N: I don't have the - the - inspiration or motivation to put things down on paper... so this'll be really short. :D
___________________________________________________________________________________*set after we meet DiNozzo Sr. in Flesh and Blood*
"Y'know," DiNozzo said out loud as he dropped his car keys into the little ceramic bowl by the microwave, "My father is right,"
"How?" Said the dark haired woman as she turned him to face her.
He played with a lock of stray hair hanging down from her face as he mused, "About your hair,"
"Excuse me?"
Ziva was clearly confused. Tony was suddenly being -- weird. Well... he was always weird. But this was different weird.
"Your hair, would -"
"Would what?" She asked, cutting him off.
"Look better down..." He reached up and carefully pulled the thick elastic out of her. He watched and slowed his breathing as her hair slowly tumbled down her shoulders and placed itself neatly on her back. "There..."
She began to protest out loud, "I do not..."
He lifted a finger and placed it on her lips, "Go. Look. In. A. Mirror,"
Walking with numbness to the mirror, she looked, and Tony was right. She did look better like that, and that was the way she would stay. "Beautiful," Someone murmed in her ear, finishing her thought.
Well - since Ziva has been wearing her hair differently since after F&B I decided there had to be a reason. I decided to do this, as Tony/Ziva are obviously are in a secret relationship outside of work...