The last thing that Ziva David thought she would be doing was standing outside of Tony DiNozzo's apartment building, but there she was. She leaned against the hood of her car looking up at his window, fourth floor, sixth window from the left. She could see light gently flickering through the window, he was probably watching a movie, Bond if she really had to choose. She thought back to how she got there in the first place, and oddly, that was kind of a blur. They had finished their paperwork from the case, she and Tony stealing glances from one another across the bullpen along the way. They parted ways with a smile in the parking garage, but by the time she got home, something didn't feel right. She couldn't stop thinking about what Tony had told her. "I miss the old Ziva"
As she sat on her couch with a glass of merlot she contemplated his words. Did he really prefer the old Ziva? Did he not like the person she'd become? Sure, she enjoyed what they'd had five years ago. She didn't regret a second of what happened that night undercover. It was filled with a naked lust, heat and passion that she had never felt before, A messy blur of touches, nips, caresses and tongues. She smiled looking back on the memory. Since then, their relationship changed. Gone were the subtle touches and the sexual innuendos, replaced more with a deep understanding of one another. Though she was grateful her partner could know her more fully, she missed the burning desire she could feel coming off him in waves when they got too close. Today was the first time she felt that passion she thought died so long ago. The heat of her body on top of his, the weight of his hands clutching her waist, their faces so close, mere inches between them...she intended on getting it back. She leapt off her couch, quickly washing and primping herself before jumping into her car and driving to Tony's.
So there she stood, now doubting everything she thought now looking at the situation at hand. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to his door, hoping that she would be right, just this once.
Tony heard a faint knock at his door, wondering who could be looking for him at 12:14 am. As he opened the door, he gasped faintly in surprise.
"Ziva." he breathed in.
She was wearing a tight black top and a pair of tan cargo pants, her hair was curly and wild, her face only sporting the faintest of makeup, exactly how she would have presented herself five years ago.
"Hello Tony," she said as he looked her up and down, drinking her in fully. "May I come in?"
"Yeah." he said stepping aside and allowing her entrance.
He shut the door and continued to stare at Ziva for a while before working up the ability to speak.
"Do you want a beer?" He asked mentally head slapping himself for not being able to come up with something better to say.
"Sure, thank you." As he disappeared around the corner to his kitchen she took a couple of deep breaths, hoping to ease some of the nerves that had worked their way into her body. She smiled as he reappeared, handing her a drink.
"So...what are you doing here?" he said after another moment of silence.
"Well, you said that you missed the old Ziva."
"Yeah."
"That is what I am here to give you."
"The old you?"
"Yes. You see, Tony, there was a time that whenever I wanted something, I would just go out and take it. I was careless, reckless, exactly as you met me five years ago."
" And now?" She took his beer and set it on the coffee table.
"Now," she said slowly backing him up against the wall, pinning him there, her body flush with his. Her nose gently brushed his, her breath hot against his lips, "Well, now I am feeling very reckless."
So there's the first part...This is my first attempt at a Tiva fanfic, so constructive criticism is always appreciated. :) Thanks so much for reading!
-Em