Waiting Around
By that belle
Author's Note: This was originally a drabble I did for susie crabtree on livejournal. I decided to post it here with my other works. And here is the criteria:
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing/s: Tony/Ziva
A quote that HAS to be used: "Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings."
It had been a late night in the NCIS offices. Gibbs' team, by default, usually had their share of late nights, but this one was record breaking. The remains of their dinner (chinese) had been forgotten long ago.
And as it turned out, Gibbs wasn't even there. He had told Tony, Ziva and McGee that they weren't to leave the building until their assignments had been completed. McGee had left at about 11pm. Four hours ago.
Which meant it was now 3am. Tony was snoozing in his chair comfortably, and Ziva was sitting at her desk, cursing her computer silently. In a way she envied Tony. Despite his child-like behaviour, he was a good guy overall. And he managed to get his work done. Ziva, on the other hand, had been struggling with her report for the last hour.
"C'mon, Ziva, it's almost 2am." Tony said, yawning. "Why don't we just call it a night?"
"You can go home, Tony." Ziva replied, smacking the table in frustration. "I still have work to finish. I do not want Gibbs on my chest for not completing this report."
"You mean you don't want Gibbs on your back, right Ziva?" Tony asked, bemused. Somehow the thought made him a little angry inside, but he dismissed it almost as soon as he thought of it as just being tired.
"I suppose I do not want him on my back, either." Ziva said, nodding. "You Americans have such funny sayings."
Tony just snorted. Ziva returned to her report and Tony switched off his computer. She looked up at him. "Are you leaving?" She asked, sounding hopeful and disappointed.
"No."
"Why not?" She asked. "Clearly, you have finished."
Tony shrugged a shoulder. "I'll wait for you to finish. Then we can go and grab a coffee."
"At 2am?" She sounded amazed. "Who would be open?"
"You'd be surprised."
Ziva looked sceptical. "Why would you wait for me?"
"Well, we're friends, aren't we?" Tony asked, scrunching up a piece of paper and throwing it absently at McGee's empty desk.
"Is that right?" Ziva said, suppressing a smile. She typed a few words without taking her eyes off him.
"Ah, Ziva," Tony said dramatically. "Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings."
She pulled a face. "What a sordid similarity."
Ziva looked over at Tony's sleeping form once again. He had agreed to wait for her to finish her work, and then they would go for a very late – or very early – coffee, before heading home. She looked at her computer again, realising with a smile how close she was to finishing.
"Tony, wake up." She said quietly.
"I'm awake," Came the tired reply. "You finished?"
"Yes, give me five minutes." She finished up the document, sent it to the printer and shut down her computer. "Let's go and get some coffee, yes?"
Tony smirked, and sat up. "Thought you'd never ask."