Title: Orders Part II
Fandom:
NCIS
Author:
Alidiabin
Words:
638
Disclaimer:
I own nothing
Warnings:
none
Spoilers:
Up to 7x24
Parings:
Tony/Ziva
Summary:
Tony missed Ziva's citizenship ceremony. He makes it up to her.

Orders Part II

Ziva stood in the elevator thankful she had replaced her white suit and high-heeled shoes for a more comfortable outfit. Vance had kept the team in the office for days. During that time Tony had returned. There had been no conversation between them. The team had been busy. Just silent looks were exchanged between the dynamic duo. And as usual their eyes spoke far more than their lips and tounges. She could tell Tony felt guilty. Abby had shown him the recording of the ceremony which she had done for Ziva's school friends and other people she still kept in touch on facebook with wanted to watch. Tony had nodded and said he'd watch it later. She nodded at him from across the squad room. Their eyes met. Both asked the same wordless question. They needed to talk. Ziva's eyes darted to the silver elevator. Tony nodded and followed Ziva's lead.

She pulled the emergency break. Still, their eyes never left one another. Silence stewed in the slick silver box. Ziva broke the silence.
"You are feeling guilty" Ziva said she dug her hands into her combat pants pockets and stared at the dirty elevator floor trying to avoid his emerald eyes. Tony paused. "You have not said anything but your eyes will not shut up" Tony looked at the elevator floor.
"You got me" he said. Ziva waited for a movie quote or sarcasm. Nothing.
"You had orders" she said. She stepped closer. The barrier of personal space was broken. She touched his stubbly and slightly sun burnt chin. "I understood" Tony looked into her eyes.
"You're still disappointed" Tony said. "You're eyes won't shut up" Ziva looked down.
"Yes" Ziva said "But disappointment is hardly a new emotion for me". There was more silence. "You will make it up to me yes" Tony's eyes shot up. "Those eyes of your better shut up or Vance will suspect us" Ziva finally uttered. Smiles crossed the pairs faces.

Tony lay in Ziva's bed two nights later, after Jackson had been found alive and Gibbs was safe. She nestled into his chest. He kissed her forehead. Her laptop played the video of Ziva becoming an American.
"I messed it up" Ziva uttered noticing every mispronounced word. Tony's hand fiddled with her chocolate curls.
"No you were perfect" Tony said as it finished and Tony closed the laptop. He laid it on the floor, just under the bed so they would not step on it tomorrow morning. Ziva smiled.
"So how am I making it up to you?" Tony asked. "Do I have to sit through the sound of music again?"
"Nope" Ziva said as she pulled of her excess clothing in order to sleep.
"Ameilie" he asked remembering that French movie she liked.
"No" she said pulling the cover over her on the bed.
"What then?" he asked as Ziva pulled the cover over him even though he was fully dressed.
"Be here when I wake up" Ziva replied simply. Tony nodded. His arms wrapped around her.
"I promise" Tony said. He kissed her forehead again. She turned and kissed his lips. He promised, this time he would keep his promise.

Many hours later Ziva woke up. The warm May sun streamed into her bedroom. Tony was not beside her. She frowned. Disappointment pulsed through her body.
"Luck be a lady" she heard Tony's low voice sing. A scent drifted through apartment. He walked into Ziva's bedroom his hands laden with two coffee cups.
"Coffee in bed" he said "We'll have to go out for breakfast" he uttered.
"Tony" Ziva begun "You did not have to do this"
"Relax" he said "It's not like I suggested we go to breakfast at tiffany's" Tony said, as Ziva drunk her coffee. She smiled. He smiled. It was inevitable.

A/N: There we go folks, all concluded for you.