Title: The DiNozzo Diaries 3: Close Encounters Of The Third Kind
Author: rekkidbraka
Rating: T
Pairings: Tony D. and Ziva D.
Category: Romance; humor; angst
Disclaimer: No infringement intended.
Spoilers: From final two eps. of Season 6
Summary: Sequel to "The DiNozzo Diaries 1 & 2." Special Agent Tony DiNozzo's most private thoughts and desires revealed, chapter by chapter. TIVA. Warning: Intense sexual content in some chapters. No slash.

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Tel Aviv. It's becoming my second home. Which makes sense since it's Ziva's FIRST home. I plan on spending a lot of time here in our future. Yeah... I said "our" future. Everything that went wrong in Rome and afterwards got me thinking about where she and I are at in our relationship. And where I want us to be.

Think I'm gonna check out some jewelers' places while I'm here. Just have a look, that's all. Price some rings... What? WHAT?!!!

Hang on... "Thinking about where she and I are at in our relationship?" God, I'm sounding like ... NOT me. I'm sounding like... like... Probie.

What's really scary is... it doesn't bother me. What the hell's WRONG with me?

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Called Abs. Told her I'm talking like McSensitive. She says it's OK, totally normal; that I'm "nesting." Nesting. NESTING! Like some damn bird. MEN DON'T NEST, ABBY! I'M TOO HAIRY TO NEST! *snarl*

Christ, it's hot. I'm sweating like a horse. Haven't had a decent hair day since we got to Tel Aviv. This place is HELL on style. But a man can work up a sweet tan here, so that's something. Come to think of it, I haven't had a pedicure in a while. My dogs deserve it. I'm on 'em all the time, taking down the bad guys. Gotta take care of the tootsies.

Nesting... Yeah, right. *snort*

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Ziva and I have been staying at this place some friend of hers from Mossad sub-lets when she's off on international diplomatic missions or promoting Israel's world security initiatives or assassinating enemies of the state or whatever it is that's in her job description. Nice apartment she's got; amazing Uzi collection. Most girls just go in for that cheesy fake "art" from IKEA or Pottery Barn so I gotta respect the unique sense of decor here.

Haven't headed over to Chez Daddy-O's yet. But Z just told me she's gonna go hit the old Mossad firing range for an hour or so. Sounds like she'll be ready for a nice family dinner after squeezing off a few rounds. Me, I'm taking a nap. After I examine this chick's mini-bar. Got a feeling I'll need a drink before we go visit Big D. Maybe two drinks.

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Ahhhh... My darling's back from her afternoon of blowing stuff away. Said she nailed every target the Mossad range had. Wasn't happy that she only had eight of ten headshots, though. They finally just asked her to save some for the other agents so she figured it was time to come home, shower and put on a nice dress for dinner. Some chicks shop 'til they drop; Ziva shoots.

Damn, I'm a lucky guy.

"What's that, Sweet Cheeks? Yeah, I already had my shower. While you were gone. I'm clean as a whistle. Heh heh... Huh? Yeah, well... Now that you mention it, I guess I could use another good scrubbing..."

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And we're off to see The Big Guy, The Wonderful Wizard of You Don't Want Me After Your Ass.

Dinner and an interrogation.

I know I'M excited.

Definitely shoulda had that third drink.