AN: Hi again! I decided to go ahead and continue posting chapters for this fic. I think I did a warning that this was AU and Tiva in the description, but I forgot to put it in the Authors Note on the first chapter so here it is now. I only got one review on the first chapter so far, *sadness* but it was positive, so I guess this story will live on. Thank you misspatchesmom for the review and the idea! :)
Chapter 2- The First Meeting
Ziva heard the ring of the doorbell about five minutes after she was sent to her room. She was oh, so tempted to get a look at the visitors, but valued her life too much to try to spy on the people downstairs.
"Gertrude! Get the door!" Orli whisper-yelled at her daughter, who was sitting right next to her.
"Isn't that Ziva's job?" She asked with an air of sarcasm.
"Yes, but I don't want her down here with our guests so go get the door!" Orli said in frustration at being questioned.
As Gertrude went to allow the guests in, Gwen and Orli filed into the dining room where Gwen had reluctantly set the table and brought in the food a few minutes earlier.
"Well, hello gentlemen, welcome to our home." Gertrude gushed, voice dripping in admiration as she opened the door wider, inviting the guests in.
Anthony DiNozzo Senior was one of the richest men in New York City. He owned various hotels around the country, and had his hand dipped in so many businesses that one couldn't even begin to count them all. He was the textbook image of class, wearing a custom suit that must have cost thousands. His stride conveyed confidence, while his posture gave him an air of superiority.
Anthony DiNozzo Junior was an entirely different story. Yes, he wore an expensive suit, but both his posture and stride displayed his easy-going nature. He was very handsome- the suit covered up his toned body, but the V shape was undeniable. His charming smile could make any woman fall for him in a matter of seconds, only he did not seem aware of that fact.
They exchanged pleasantries as Gertrude led the two men into the dining room.
The dining room was painted a deep purple and had a white trim around the walls. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling above the large mahogany table.
As they entered, both Gwen and Orli stood up to introduce themselves.
"Hello, boys, I am Orli Elbaz. It is an honor to have you two at our humble home." She said with fake humility.
"It is nice to meet you, Ms. Elbaz. I have heard many things about you." Praised Senior, who then looked at his son to make him speak.
"Um, as have I. It is a pleasure to meet you ma'am." He said, seemingly disinterested-these kinds of women were definitely not what he was looking for.
The girls, however, got a different impression and were drooling over these men, barely able to stop staring.
"I'm Gwen. It's so nice to meet you both!" Gwen said, trying to impress Anthony Junior.
The same pleasantries were exchanged and they all sat down to eat at Orli's invitation.
"Wow, this is probably the best quiche I've ever had!" Exclaimed Anthony Junior.
"Really? Thank you, Anthony, I made it myself." Bragged Gertrude, getting looks of disapproval for lying from the other two women.
"Please, call me Tony. My father is Anthony. You'll have to show me the recipe. It's amazing!" Tony said genuinely, though he still seemed less than interested in her.
"Well, I don't know you'll have to be a-" Her sentence was cut short as she accidentally knocked a glass of orange juice on Tony's lap.
A shocked quiet washed over the room as the inhabitants tried to regain their bearings.
"Oh no! I am so sorry, let me get you some help." Gertrude exclaimed, obviously embarrassed while Tony attempted to contain the mess.
"Zivaaaaa! Come here quick!" Orli yelled upstairs.
Ziva immediately made her way downstairs, excited to finally be able to meet the guests for once.
"How can I help you?" She asked as she entered the dining room.
Tony froze. Never in his life had he seen such a stunning woman. Her beauty rivaled that of Aphrodite, and her body-though not as important to him-was just gorgeous. Her eyes, however, were what captivated him the most. They were a dark brown, like chocolate, and seemed to convey her deepest emotions. He caught her gaze; he could lose himself in those eyes for hours.
Ziva herself was startled when she accidentally locked eyes with the man. She had not expected him to be this handsome! His eyes were green and kind, captivating, even, and before she knew it, she was under what felt like some sort of spell.
"ZIVA!" Yelled Orli.
"Get Mr. DiNozzo a towel!" She ordered.
"Huh?" She managed to mutter as the spell was broken. "Oh! Right. Mr. DiNozzo, If you would come with me, I will help you clean up." She said, dazedly.
Tony followed Ziva out into the kitchen, where she reached for a towel and ran it under some water.
"What is your name, if you don't mind me asking?" Tony questioned dreamily as she started wiping the towel against his stomach.
Her hands froze as she felt how toned he was through his shirt.
"Um...wha...Ziva. My name is Ziva." She sputtered, trying to keep her cool.
"It's wonderful to meet you Ziva. I'm Tony." He held out his hand and smiled charmingly.
That smile made her knees go weak and her heart skip a beat. She had to take a second to process what he said, only managing to shake his hand in just enough time to not make it awkward.
She gave him a tight-lipped smile, trying to not show how much he was affecting her, and continued to work on his stained shirt.
"So Ziva, why are you not eating with us?" He asked innocently.
He once again began staring into her eyes, caught off guard by how amazing this girl seemed. He didn't exactly know why he was so interested in her. He'd seen many beautiful women, but they didn't hold a candle to this "Ziva".
"I'm not supposed to be down here, I'm just the help. After I got everything ready down here, I was sent back up to my room." She said timidly, which shocked tony.
'How could such a beautiful person be so indispensable to these women?' Tony wondered.
Ziva was confused. Tony was just staring at her, his eyes glazed over, but she felt like he was staring right through her.
"Mr. DiNozzo? Are you okay?" She finally got the courage to ask.
"Wha-oh, yes I'm fine, I was just- thinking. Oh, and please call me Tony." He finished lamely, hoping the request made his excuse sound believable.
"Thinking? About what, Tony?" She asked amusedly.
Immediately after she said his name, she was struck with how wildly inappropriate she was being. He was a house guest, not her friend! Orli would kill her if she walked in on this situation.
"Actually, Mr. DiNozzo, you don't have to answer that. It is none of my business." She said dryly, hoping he would just agree with her and leave it at that.
But of course, that was not the case.
"Ziva? Are you okay? Is something wrong?" He asked, confused as to why she would shut down when just a few seconds ago she was seeming to warm up to him.
"I am fine, you should probably get back to the table. Your shirt is finished." She stated with no emotion in her voice.
Tony looked down, and sure enough, she had finished cleaning is shirt while he was distracted. Now all it had to do was dry.
Ziva was sad that she had to push him away. There was something about him that intrigued her, but there was no way he would go for a girl like her. Ziva began to walk him toward the dining room where the others were waiting, but he stopped her.
"Ziva, wait a second." He asked desperately.
He had to know.
"Is there something else you need, Mr. DiNozzo?" She asked, just wanting to rip off the bandage quickly- so to speak.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is." He said as his left hand grabbed her forearm and his right came up to brush the rogue hair from her confused face.
Her eyes widened and her breathing quickened, was he going to kiss her?
"Mr. DiNozzo, I don't thi-" His lips cut her off before she could finish whispering her warning.
She was taken aback; her mind went blank, but she instinctually kissed back, her body melting into his as their lips connected again and again. It was amazing, but eventually they had to breathe. As they broke apart, Ziva looked into his eyes dreamily and smiled, wanting the moment to last forever.
Wait.
Oh God.
What has she done?
Tony watched as her eyes went from soft to horrified, wondering what he did wrong. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dining room entrance, where she gave a swift farewell and ran up to her room.
It took Tony a full minute to regain his bearings, after which he re-entered the dining room, not quite ready to be drooled over again. If only he could ask Ziva what went wrong.
Once Ziva returned to her room, she lied down on her bed and sobbed quietly.
AN: Ok, I know what you're thinking. Possibly something along the lines of "oh my God this is so cliché", right? Well... I know. I won't lie, I love cliché pieces and I love writing them, too, plus I've had a lot of inspiration. This chapter-and the next one-combine the elements of all these Cinderella stories aaannnnnddddd some Romeo and Juliet stuff. Beware! The cliché monster will get you! If you have the time, I'd appreciate it if you could drop a review. They make me happy! :)
