Okay, so I've had this in my spiral for awhile now and decided to post it up :) This is just the first in a series of one-shots, so be forewarned. Is that how you spell it? Oh well, on to the disclaimers!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of its characters. If I did, Jeanne would not have come into the picture and Ziva would not have been in Somolia. :)
"No way Zee-vah."
"Why do you never take any other ideas into consideration?!" Ziva had had just about enough of Tony and his stubbornness for a lifetime. The fact that it was already 2 AM and they hadn't gotten any sleep since 5 o'clock this morning didn't help either.
"Because I don't think Gibbs would appreciate a book on how to operate a boat for his birthday. He never usually gets that far in the process to actually drive the thing," came his casual remark.
"And how would you know this?" Ziva shot from her desk.
"I just do."
Ziva stood up, slamming her palms on the desk that was barring her from actually hurting Tony. "Why can't we just go with my idea? You do not have to be so uptight about it!"
Tony mirrored her movements and stood up, irritation evident in his eyes. "I am not uptight. I've known Gibbs longer than you have, so I think I have a right to say what we get him!"
Ziva laughed harshly. "You think he would want a subscription to PlayPen magazine?"
"Yeah, I think he would!"
Ziva knew he was getting angry, but at this point, she didn't really care. "Ugh! You really have no brains, do you?"
His comeback was interrupted by a voice at the entrance of the bull-pen. "Enough!! Come here, both of you!"
They turned to see their gothic forensic scientist with on hand on her hip and the other pointing to the spot in front of her.
"Abby-"
"Now!"
Her voice held no room for reason, so they slowly walked out from behind their desks to the frustrated woman before them. Abby grabbed their wrists in a vice-like-grip and dragged them around the stairs and to a door beside it. Without warning, she opened it, shoved the two agents in, and slammed the door shut. A faint clicking sound was heard before the two started banging on the door.
"Sorry guys, but we can't stand the bickering anymore. Fix things between yourselves and then I'll let you out. See ya!"
"Abby!"
…
"Abby!"
Tony sighed and sat down on the floor, taking up most of the room in the miniscule closet. "So it looks like we're going to be stuck in here for a while. It reminds me of this one scene from-"
"Please, Tony," Ziva interrupted, putting a hand on her head. "Please, no movie references. I do not think my sanity could handle it."
"Fine," he replied, giving Ziva his best pouting face.
"Thank you." She let out a grateful sigh and slid down beside Tony, now facing the door.
A silence fell over the two until Tony asked, "So are we supposed to talk or…"
"No." Ziva closed her eyes and rested her head against the door. "Just wait."
Abby was spinning happily in her chair, twirling the keys to the stairwell closet and watching McGee's German shepherd chew on a toy in the middle of her lab. She was so happy that she finally found an excuse to get Ziva and Tony alone to 'talk'. Maybe after 15 minutes in the closet they will admit their feelings to each other and stop their incessant stubbornness.
"This is the key to their future Jethro!" Abby announced to the dog, jingling the keys in front of his wet nose.
Taking this as a sign of play-time with a new toy, the dog took the keys in his mouth and took off running toward the stairs, leaving a surprised Abby behind.
"Jethro, wait!" She immediately ran out of her lab, only to come back, grab her Caf-Pow!, and run back out.
"Zivaaaa," Tony whined. "I'm bored!"
She only rolled her eyes in response, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Let's tell each other secrets!" His eyes grew wide like a teenage girl who just learned her favorite store was having a huge blow-out sale.
"What in the world would make you think I would tell you my secrets?" Ziva inquired.
"Hey," Tony pointed out. "If I have to hold back on my movie quotes, the least you can do is tell a little secret to me.
Ziva put her fore-fingers to her temples and mumbled something along the lines of rather hearing the quotes.
"C'mon Zee-vah! Please?"
His puppy-dog eyes proved to be too much for the former Mossad agent as she gave and exasperated sigh and motioned for his to ask the question.
Beaming, his green eyes darted around as if to check for any eavesdroppers before turning to her and asking, "What's your favorite color?"
"Green," she answered automatically, turning away from him when she felt her face blush.
"Favorite food?"
"Spaghetti."
"Favorite movie?"
"Charade."
Tony smiled, proud of her movie choice. "Nice. Favorite-"
"Tony," she interrupted. He was getting slightly annoyed at that, but when she put a hand on his shoulder, all thoughts disappeared. "Are you only going to ask what my favorite things are?
His eyes flickered for a moment to the hand that still lay on his arm before shrugging nonchalantly. "Guess not. Alright then…how about this? How many cars have you crashed?"
"I do not believe you need to know that."
"You have to tell! We're sharing secrets!"
"Well you certainly are not sharing anything," Ziva pointed out.
Tony nodded in understanding. "Okay, ask me a question and then answer mine."
Ziva was silent for a moment, trying to think of a good question. Suddenly a wicked smile appeared on her face. "Well Tony," she said casually, absentmindedly playing with his suit collar. "I always wondered, how did it feel kissing another man?"
His face dead-panned as he mumbled, "I'm gonna kill that elf-lord."
"Well?" Ziva said expectantly, eyebrows raised.
"Alright, forget about the cars," Tony said hastily. "Have you ever had any pets?"
Content with this question, Ziva replaced her hand with her head and leaned on his shoulder. "One. I had a lizard when I was 8. That is, until my father found out, killed it, and told me to get over it."
"Did you used to get along with your dad?"
Ziva paused before nodding slowly. "Yes, when I was very little. It was before I knew about his job." She smiled wistfully at this. "It was…better."
"Yeah… what color bra are you wearing?"
This earned Tony a sharp smack on the back of his head. He winced at the contact, but shook it off when he saw her get up.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Ziva froze at the new feeling of his arms around her waist. "I'm sorry. Your turn to ask the question."
Trying to ignore how she could feel the heat pouring off his chest and onto her back, Ziva sat back down, this time inadvertently in between Tony's legs. Once again getting settled, tony waited patiently while Ziva thought of a question. When one came, she leaned back onto Tony and turned her head so she was some-what facing him.
"Why did you come after me in Somalia?"
Somehow, he knew this question would come up again. So he was ready.
"Honestly?" She nodded. "Imagine something, will you? Imagine if, for a whole summer, you couldn't contact your partner. Imagine if you were told your best friend died. Imagine if you could never hear their laugh, see that sparkle in their eye, tell them you love them." He paused, gauging her reaction carefully.
"Then you heard there was a chance they were still alive. You would get the chance to tell them these things. What would you do?
Ziva turned her head away and whispered. "Next question."
Tony placed his index finger and thumb on her chin and forced her to look at him. When he was sure she was looking at him, he asked, "What would you do?"
She blinked a few times, dizzy from his sweet breath on her face. "I probably would not go after that person. It would be rather pointless." Seeing his heart break at this comment, she continued, placing one hand over his that was holding her chin and one over his heart.
"But I would go after you."
After Abby successfully pried the keys from the devil-dog, she figured it was time to let the two agents out of the mini-prison. Turning the handle, she said, "Okay you guys, I hope you learned your l-"
Abby froze, staring at the sight before her. The two people who couldn't stand each other five minutes ago were now in a heavy lip-lock, totally oblivious to her presence. Smiling, she closed the door quietly and walked towards the bull-pen, sitting at Gibb's desk.
"Hey Abs, have you seen Tony and Ziva anywhere? We really need to file this report," McGee said, holding up a stack of papers.
"Aww McGee, let them have their fun," Abby said, leaning lazily on her chair.
Confused, McGee opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it. One rule he learned was to not argue with Abby; you never win.
So what do ya think? No wait, click this button here and write it down for me :D Should I continue the closet series or not?