A Dance in Paris

The city of love at night is truly an amazing sight. The streets were beaming with lights, whereas the rest of the city drowned in the moonlit light. Ziva and I had landed five hours ago and immediately checked into the hotel, only to find that we were booked into one room only. Let's just say Ziva wasn't happy about it. I have to admit we're still quite new and rough on our relationship after everything that has happened, and I don't blame her. I just hope we can fall back into the rhythm we used to dance to.

Ziva took the lead as we left the hotel. She brought us to a local bistro that was occupied by a few customers. She greeted the owner;I assumed she knew them. We finished our dinner and decided for a stroll as the sun began to set over the horizon. We walked along the Seine in silence looking at beautiful little souvenirs that we could bring back home.

"It's a beautiful sunset," I acknowledged, breaking the silence.

"Yes it is, it's different every time you see it," her voice blank, with no emotion. I chose not to press on; Ziva in a bad mood is not a ninja you want to mess with. We continued to walk for awhile longer until the sun was no longer visible in the dark sky. I stopped and grabbed her wrist as we passed by a musician, strumming his guitar to a beautiful melody. She looked at me; puzzled of my actions. I smiled my widest smile at her, as I pulled her into my arms and we waltz around the musician.

"Relax, have some fun," I whispered into her ear. Her tense body immediately following the flow of our dance. I could feel her smile against my neck as she moved around freely. People gathered and watched us, some joining our spontaneous dance, soon the street was filled with people dancing and laughing with joy. We stopped as the small area started to overcrowd, I tipped the musician as we were finding our way out of the crowd. We broke free of the loud swarm of people and made our way back towards the hotel.

"Toda Tony," she said with an enormous smile on her face, as she skipped ahead still filled with joy.

"Al lo davar," I replied an equally huge smirk on my face, I caught up with her. My hands slipped into hers unintentionally. She looked at me her eyes filled with something I hadn't seen in a long time; delight. Instead of what I'd expected she held onto my hand tighter and we sauntered back to the hotel in silence.

Maybe we can get our rhythm back.

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