Hey Guys, I said in the previous chapter that I was going to write this chapter from Ziva's POV but I decided that I would keep it as Tony's 'cause its more amusing.
So this is basically just some amusing Tiva banter, all will be revealed soon. ;D
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or NCIS, they are just my playthings for awhile.
Tony came back into the lounge room holding a bottle of wine and two glasses.
'The wine is called 'Givat Hachalukim' he said glancing down at Ziva. 'Don't worry it's Kosher'
He put both the glasses on the coffee table, filled them up and handed one to her.
'This is Israeli wine you know' she said quietly.
'Yeah, that's why I bought it… it sort of reminds me of you a bit' 'JESUS DiNozzo! Why the heck did you have to go and say that! She's probably mentally sharpening her knives in preparation to gut you! Ziva wielding a knife...naked...AHHH stop that! Okay quick she's giving you a look, throw in a save line!'
'It's bold, strong and will kick your ass if you have to much' he finished with a classic 1000 watt DiNozzo grin.
She stared at him for a few moments but then a small smile crept onto her lips. Tony mentally high-fived himself. 'Okay now quickly change the subject, I don't think she entirely bought it'.
He raised his glass, 'To Scrabble!' She laughed and clinked her glass against his. They both drank deeply. When Ziva put her glass down she had a mischievous look on her face.
'Definatley to Scrabble, the game in which I am certainly going to kick your donkey at!'
'Ah and that's why I love her. Such an easy target.' I would definatly not allow that, even if I had a donkey' Tony grinned.
Ziva looked confused 'It was a joke Tony. This one of your American idioms, yes?'
Tony grinned again 'The term is 'Kick your ass', Zee-vah'
She rolled her eyes 'Same difference'.
'I don't see how you're going to kick my donkey at Scrabble if you constantly make mistakes like that'
'Shut up Tony, or I might be inclined to run my knife through you' she said slightly menacingly, but with a grin on her face.
Again the thought of naked Ziva wielding knives popped up in his head and he felt himself blush.
Ziva gave him a hard stare 'You're blushing'
'Uh...it's...is it really hot in here, or is it just me? Cause I'm feeling really quite...balmy'
'Tony, it's the middle of winter'
'Ummm...HERE have some more wine' Tony said loudly.
'You don't need to yell, I'm sitting right here. I thought it would take a lot more wine to get you drunk, but it seems I am mistaken' Ziva said amusedly
'I'm not drunk' Tony said indignantly.
'Okay, then...lets just keep playing'
'Okay'
'Okay'
Again Tony looked up and caught her eye. They both stared at each other again in awkward silence until loud music suddenly erupted from the next apartment. They both jumped and quickly stared down at the board. 'Crap, crap, crap! What just happened! Ziva was looking at you like she... wanted you! Ahhh! But she can't like you? Right? Right?!'
He watched Ziva put four tiles down on the board and grin triumphantly at him.
'HA! Triple word score Tony! Eat my dirt!'
'You mean eat my dust'
'Whatever'
He wrote down the score then looked at her word. 'Love? That's definitely a change of word choice'
Ziva looked him in the eye and shrugged. Tony looked back at his remaining three tiles. 'Oh you cannot be SERIOUS! The only three letters you have left and they spell...ah well you better play them, it's just a game right?'
With that final thought Tony put his remaining tiles down on the board, building through Ziva's word.
'Tony...I think I need some more wine'
What will Tony's word be? Why did Ziva come to Tony's apartment at Christmas anyway? Who knows, well I do but thats not the point.
Sorry this chapter is so short and rushed, I've been busy planning AND it was my birthday today so I didn't have much spare time.
Review. Review. Review. They make me happy. :D
