"Do you ever think about soul mates?"
Months later, Ziva sat expressionless on the couch of her apartment, staring at the brick wall before her. Tony had led her on. She thought he was beginning to love her when…
"They were on decka, right?"
In fury, she slammed her hand onto the armrest. How dare he make a fool of her! How dare he rip her heart out once again. She was Mossad and nothing could hurt her, so why did Tony suddenly have that privilege? He was her soul mate, she knew it.
Through out her many dates and few one-night-stands, Ziva knew that she could never be as happy with anyone as she was with Tony. Everything about him made her want to melt.
His voice…irresistible.
His smell…intoxicating.
His presence…too much to bear.
"I love you," she muttered angrily to the image of him she had in her mind.
There suddenly came a knocking on her door and when she answered it, she couldn't help but smile.
"Tony."
"Ziva," he said, walking in uninvited.
"What are you doing here?"
"Figured you needed a movie night," he said, making popcorn in her microwave. "You seemed pretty broken up about this case."
"I was not!" she argued. Her stared at her, raising his eyebrows. She matched his glare.
"I can leave," he said, turning back to the food to watch it heat.
"Do not be silly," she said, making room for him on the couch. Her heart leaped at the prospect of him sitting beside her.
"Don't," he muttered. "It's don't be silly."
"Excuse me?"
"Contractions, Ziva!"
The Israeli rolled her eyes as the topic resurfaced, and she stuck her tongue out at her partner. Tony merely shook his head and the one-bedroom apartment was silent except for the popping of their movie snack.
Did he find her annoying?
When the popcorn was done and two beers were pulled out, Tony slipped the DVD into the player and sat down.
"What are we watching?" she asked him.
"Pulp Fiction," he said, the corners of his mouth turning up in a slight grin.
"I love that movie."
"I know."
I love you, too, Ziva thought, and ached to say aloud.
