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Tony woke up the next morning and was surprised when he saw Ziva's familiar handwriting on a note that was on the coffee table next to him. How did she get in? and what would she have thought of him lying naked? he wondered
Ziva David had used her ninja techniques to enter her partner's apartment. She had skilfully used a bobby pin to open the apartment door.
He dressed himself in a stained singlet and a pair of grey shorts and then made himself breakfast – bacon and eggs, his favourite. He chuckled when he thought about the time when Ziva knew how he had eggs for breakfast.
He picked up his mobile phone and speed dialled 8 on his phone. One was for voicemail, two was Gibbs, three was Ducky, four was Kate (he still had her on speed dial), five for Ducky, six for McGee, seven for Abby, eight for Ziva and nine for Jimmy.
Eight was a lucky number in many cultures and he had chosen eight for that particular reason. Their partnership was special, better than any other partnership in the agency.
Ziva heard the phone buzzing in her lounge room and smiled as she saw Tony's name come up on the screen. Her heart faltered as she said, "Hi Tony," with a smile on her perfect face.
"Ziva, hey how are you? I got your note. What's up?"
"I am okay Tony. I just wanted to spend some time with you."
Tony chuckled, when would she begin to use contractions!
"Realllly? Spend time with me, probie?" he was beginning to think she had a plan to kill him.
"Yes Tony, maybe lunch? You choose," Ziva answered.
"We could go get some Chinese noodles for lunch and then come back and have a chat at my place. I'll pick you up at 11?" Tony suggested.
"Sounds good, thanks Tony, bye," Ziva replied.
"Okay, cya Zeevs."
Tony had an hour to kill before he had to pick Ziva up. He treated himself in a length, warm invigorating shower. Normally he settled for a cold shower since it woke him up, especially on a cold winter morning. He dressed in his best jeans, his best striped shirt and combed his hair and added a bit of gel so his hair wouldn't stand up "like a porcuspine" as Ziva had said.
Ziva on the other side of town, dressed in a purple silk dress that went down past her knees. The purple brought out her coffee brown eyes and showed her slim body. She wore a pearl necklace and wore her hair in curls and let it naturally settle on her shoulders.
It was a quarter to 11 and Tony reared up the engine and made his way to Ziva's apartment. He climbed the stairs to her apartment and then gave a knock on Ziva's door. She answered the door swiftly and greeted Tony with a smile.
"Wow, Ziva you look amazing," Tony complimented.
"Thanks Tony, you look pretty good as well. Your hair… it's perfect! Did you gel it?"
How did she know everything? She really was a ninja!