At exactly 8, Ziva knocks on my apartment door. I chuckle at her punctuality before letting her inside. She smiles at me and shakes a box of twizzlers in my face,
"I brought you a treat," she walks past me to the couch.
"Mmmm. See this is why you're my favorite partner!" I laugh as she punches my arm in mock offense.
"Alright now let's get this movie started. What are we watching tonight?" she asks curiously and grabs a few kernels of the popcorn.
"Catch Me If You Can with Leonardo di Caprio and Tom Hanks, real good one," I explain while leaning back and pressing the play button. It is a good movie but I've of course seen it so I sit back and watch her reactions mostly. I've never met a woman with such a range of expressions but you have to know her to really tell what they were. I was lucky enough to say I'd mastered almost all of them. Before too long though she notices my lack of attention and turns to face me,
"Tony, you seem distracted. What's in your mind?" she messes up the simple idiom.
"On your mind… but nothing. I'm just watching a movie with my partner," I shrug before I turn serious, "Do you ever wonder if this is normal?"
"If what is normal?" she raises an eyebrow.
"Us! Do you think that most partners spend movie nights at each others houses, sharing candy and popcorn?" I exclaim.
Her eyes go wide then scrunch up in thought, "No. I suppose it's not. But I do not believe we are simply partners," she explains.
"Then what are we?"
"Well… friends. Close friends, I would say," she has to pause and think at this one.
"I'm not so sure. Because being this close to a friend has never made my heart speed like you do. I can honestly say no friend has ever made me want to do this as much as you have," I breathe out while leaning in then suddenly her mouth is against mine and we're kissing passionately. The movie is totally forgotten behind us as I wrap my arms around her to drag her closer to me. Everything is totally oblivious to me except her body and her taste and her smell, at least until I hear a scream. We both break apart violently and Ziva whips her gun out from who knows where to point it at a girl. But this isn't some girl it's Jeanne. Her mouth is wide open in shock and fear now that a gun was pointed at her, but I push the gun down and murmur something about her being no threat.
"Tony. How could you? Who is this!" she shrieks at me as I step up to her. But I have no answers. How do you explain to someone you love that this was your partner, especially if she has no clue you have a partner since most professors wouldn't. But I'm not a professor and this wasn't just my partner. I hear Ziva stand up behind me and assume she's walking over though I don't hear it.
"Tony… Who is this woman? And why does she have a key to your apartment?" she whispers behind me obviously confused. I do not have time to answer that one because Jeanne steps around me her eyes flaring and begins to yell at Ziva,
"Who am I!? I'm Tony's girlfriend! The better question is who the hell are you?"
Ziva has never been one to back down to a screaming woman and only stands taller before she replies in a totally lat voice I know from interrogation,
"I am Tony's partner, Ziva David and I do not appreciate your yelling,"
"Oh well sorry if I'm upset to see my boyfriend making out with some sleazy tramp! Tony doesn't even have a partner!" Jeanne makes no attempt to lower her voice and I know what's coming before Ziva moves a muscle. Ziva takes one giant step forward and her nose almost touches Jeanne's, her eyes have fire in them and her voice goes into a low growl.
"I am not a tramp. This proves you do not know DiNozzo if he never mentioned his team at NCIS,"
"What are you talking about? This is Tony DiNardo the film professor," Jeanne's eyes widen in fear as she stumbles back.
"Obese chance! This is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo of NCIS and I would know since I am Mossad Liaison Officer Ziva David also of NCIS," Zi misses another idiom but the effect is still there. My cover was blown. It wasn't her fault though, I was the stupid one who invited her over and then proceeded to kiss her. Now both set of eyes were on me.
"Is this true Tony?" Jeanne whispers.
"Yes. I am whom Ziva says… She is my partner," I answer with a small nod.
"Why would you lie to me? Was any of this real? No. Obviously not or I wouldn't of walked in on this," she accuses, her eyes now turned to ice.
"NO! I do care about you! I wasn't supposed to but I do!" I hastily try to explain but it's too late. She's out the door. Turning around I'm faced with another woman but this one looks more hurt than angry.
"I do not know who that was but if what you said is true… Why would you kiss me?"
This is definitely longer than I thought. Ugh. I can't stop though! 28 days left. (till NCIS premiere)
MOMO
