Just a little Tiva drabble. I don't own NCIS...
She was perfect. She was beautiful. She was everything Tony wanted. He fantasized way too much about Ziva and at the wrong time as well. Many times Tony daydreamed about Ziva while they were working. She would be talking and DiNozzo just left. His fantasies…they were going down in his head. They were together in his fantasies.
Ziva was so reserved while they were working that Tony would fantasize her as a screamer. More than once he would daydream the same thing. DiNozzo wanted nothing more then to show her that he loved her…
"Tony, are you listening to me?"
DiNozzo snapped out of his X-Rated fantasy and looked at Ziva. She was standing by his desk with the remote in her hand, her brown eyes looking at him.
Rubbing his hands on his legs, Tony got up and moved close to her, his arm rubbing against her's. "Of course I was listening to you, Ziver. I'm telling you that the wife did it though," the senior field agent said, a smirk playing on his lips.
Ziva rolled her eyes and bumped her hip into his playfully. "This is not one of your movies, Tony," she said seriously.
DiNozzo knew she wasn't being too serious though because of her smile. Tony stayed close to her, his fantasies taking over again…