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DON'T OWN IT
Tony had a while alone while he was packing up his stuff. It was around 6:30 PM, and he had no dates, surprisingly. Judging by Ziva's not rushing to get out of the place, Tony decided to ask her if she wanted to do something. He waited at his desk playing Tetris while he waited. After 10 minutes, he heard loud thud that sounded like it came from her desk. Jumping, he looked over.
"What have I told you about sneaking up, Zee-vah?" Tony said, taking deep breaths.
"Did that really scare you, Tony?" Ziva chuckled.
"Oh, please. Nothing scares me." Tony said.
"Whatever you say, my little hairy butt." Ziva said, walking to the elevator. Tony was about to ask her his question, but her head disappeared behind the divider wall due to her lack of height. Tony closed down his computer and turned off his lamp. Then he headed for the elevator. He was surprised to see Ziva still standing there. She looked a little off, but he couldn't put his finger on what.
"Elevator slow tonight?" Tony asked, taking a spot next to her.
"Hm?" She said, as though she had been shaken from her thoughts.
"I said, 'Is-the-elevator-slow-tonight?" He said, as though he was talking to a dumb person. He knew she would've understood the first time had she not been lost in thought. He just wanted to see how she would respond. He was a little worried about her because of the case they had just finished. He could find so many similarities between Ziva and Georgia Wooten. They were both strong, capable women who hated weakness. They had both, at one point, been controlled and used by a man. And, they had both gained freedom, but getting that freedom was the most painful thing they had ever done.
"I know what you said, Tony. Yes, someone must have been on it." Ziva replied snappily.
"Ziva, you didn't even press the button." Tony said, now really concerned. Ziva didn't forget things, or get lost in thought.
"I mustn't have pressed it hard enough." She said, briskly walking toward it and pressing it hard.
"You always use more force than necessary. Are you ok?" Tony asked, the concern he had clearly showing on his face.
"Just drip it, Tony." Ziva said.
As the doors were closing, Tony called out, "Did you mean drop it or zip it?"
"They both mean the same thing, Dinozzo, as long as you get the message." Gibbs said coming by, and head slapped him.
"What did I do, Boss?" Tony asked, rubbing his head.
"Annoyed her." Gibbs said, turning around to talk to Tony.
"I always annoy her. You don't head slap me every time." Tony said.
"You make sure she's ok. I told Ducky that I didn't think it was a good idea. I don't care what you have to do, just make sure she's ok." Gibbs said.
"Boss, I asked and she got mad. I don't think me going to her house will make her less angry." Tony said, wincing at the thought of being alone with and extremely angry Ziva, with no weapon. That was scarier than Gibbs. At least Gibbs can't kill you with a paperclip 18 different ways.
"Do you think I'd send you into a deathtrap?" Gibbs asked seriously.
"You left her in Israel with that idiot of a father she has in charge of her." Tony said just as flatly.
"It was that or you'd be off the team." Gibbs replied. Tony, for once, was speechless. It took him a moment for him to find the right words.
"I-I didn't know that. Is that because I killed Rivkin?" Tony stammered.
"Tony, you should just go talk to her." Gibbs said, turning to leave.
"Last time I tried to talk to her about it, she tackled me and almost shot me." Tony said.
"Yeah, and was that before or after you saved her from being killed after being tortured for 3 months?" Gibbs shot back, leaving room for Tony to think things through.
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