"It's not like her to be this late, Probie." Tony commented as he checked his watch for about the tenth time in the last minute. It still read 0834h. She was supposed to be at work almost an hour ago.
"Stop fretting Tony. She probably just had car troubles." McGee said, obviously not caring for the whole situation.
"Well I'm calling her cell again." Tony said, flipping out his cell phone and pressing speed dial number 3. It rang once…twice… "She's not answering, McGee!"
"You said that five minutes ago."
"Well where the hell is she then?" Tony asked as the answering machine came on. He snapped his phone shut angrily and rubbed his eyes with his hands. Had something come up? Something she hadn't told him? Just like that shirtless guy in the picture, right DiNozzo? Or that secret trip she had to Israel? She's probably lying to you just like you lied to her about Jeanne…
"Morning, boss." McGee's voice chirped into his thoughts as he looked up. Gibbs was walking into the bullpen, coffee in hand.
"Where's David?"
"No idea boss." He stood up quickly, almost jumping, and walked towards Gibbs as he talked, "Tried both her cell phone and her home phone…no answer on either end." Tony said as he stood in front of Gibbs desk.
"Try 'em again. McGee. Trace her cell."
"On it, boss." McGee said as Tony dialed her cell number again. Again, no answer.
"She's…"
"Right here, Gibbs!" Ziva said as she hurried into the bullpen, "Sorry I am late. My appointment took longer than possible."
Tony turned and flashed a smile at his partner when his jaw dropped to the floor. She looked absolutely amazing. She was actually wearing a dress, a dark blue, strapless one that hugged her body, equipped with a very expensive jewelry of earrings and a necklace that Tony could have matched exactly to something in Tiffany's. Her hair was done in waves, something different from her curls or her straight hair.
"Well….Zivvaa…" he purred her name, "What's the occasion? Never seen your wear a dress like that to work…jeez. Do that more often, will ya?" She smiled as Gibbs hand collided with the back of his head.
"Ziva, what the hell is all of this?" Gibbs asked, pointing to her wardrobe choice.
"Oh. Director Vance didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what, Ziva?"
"My father and my partner are coming in from the Israeli Embassy to discuss business with NCIS this morning."
"When?"
"Around 0900h"
"How long have you known about this?""I just learned about it from the Director yesterday, but he said that he had known for a couple of weeks…he also said he already crossed it by you…" But Ziva couldn't finish, as that Gibbs was running up the stairs to Vance's office, a very angry expression painted onto his face.
"You look great, Ziva. Really, you do." McGee said, and Ziva smiled.
"Thank you, McGee. Now if you two do not mind, I must get my desk situated for my father and Michael."
"Michael?" Tony asked, approaching her desk slowly. She looked up at him as she started straightening up her papers and filing them away into her drawer.
"Yes, Tony, Michael." She smiled up at him.
"Who's Michael?"
"My partner, Tony."
"But I'm your partner!" He protested.
"He is my partner in Mossad."
"Boyfriend?" Tony asked, his heart panging at the thought.
"No…" She smiled, "Good friend." She looked Tony up and down, "Very good friend."
"Better friend than me?" She stopped and looked up at him before grabbing his shirt and pulling him close to her, their noses almost touching as they could feel the other's hot breath on the other's face.
"Maybe…"
The elevator doors dinged, but Tony and Ziva didn't move. They had been in this exact position before…in a closet while they were trying to infiltrate a naval base, but this was different.
"Shalom, Ziva. My dear, what are you doing?" She broke away from Tony, who straightened up as they both turned to see the Director of Mossad standing in front of the entrance to the bullpen, Michael Rivkin behind him.
"Nothing. Shalom, papa." She said as he kissed both of her cheeks.
"Papa, this is Special Agent Timothy McGee." She said, pointing to the man on her right, who had got up when they had walked in.
"Nice to finally meet you, Director David, sir."
"Nice to meet you too." The director smiled, shaking his hand.
"And this is my Mossad partner, Michael Rivkin." She said, as they both shook hands.
"Nice to meet you," McGee smiled. Always a gentlemen.
"Papa, this is my partner, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo." She said, and her father eyed him carefully as he flashed a true DiNozzo smile at him. He tentatively shook his hand.
"It's Tony, Director David."
"Anthony…" the director continued to eye him warily.
"Tony, this is Michael Rivkin, my partner in Mossad."
"Rivkin."
"DiNozzo." They said, already shooting flames of the fire at each other.
"I see." Director David said, "Where is Agent Gibbs? And the Director?"
"Right up those stairs, papa." Ziva instructed, "Tony and I have paperwork to complete, so we are not able to join you, but please, suit yourself." Ziva turned and spoke quickly to Tony with her eyes before turning to her desk. She hated having her father here. This was her home, her work place, not something else of hers he could destroy.
"Ah, Michael, you should stay down here with my daughter." David said, "Catch up, yes?" He whispered into his ear, "Keep an eye on Agent DiNozzo will you? I do not trust him with my daughter."
So I know that he's already here and all…but please review and tell me what you think! I will explore more of Ziva's relationship with her father later on. Is he acting like they have a normal relationship or not? To find out...review! Please!
