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Warning: Post Aliyah.

Tiva

Rated T for later chapters.

Thank you for all your reviews, they made my day. Which is good because my day sucked.

I'll try to write more in Ziva's POV, and get to the not so boring stuff. And just try to write more overall.

~.~.~ - Tony's POV - ~.~.~

It's finally Thursday! Finally! I have been waiting for this day for well, three days. But it seemed like a lifetime. This night had better go well. But I don't know, she might be seeing someone. She's been acting strange ever since Tuesday. Ever since she had plans. She said it wasn't a date. She could have been lying. God, I hope she wasn't lying. I need this. I need this so bad. Just ten more minutes until we're off. I have to endure ten more minutes and then hurry home, gussy up, get out the ingredients. I'm making pesto tonight. I hope she likes pesto. I'm not the greatest cook, but I'm definitely not the worst. Five more minutes. 4:59. 4:58. 4:57..

"Tony?" Ziva startles me and snaps me out of my impatient thoughts.

"Yeah?" She smiles when I snap my head up.

"Are we still on for tonight?" Now I'm the one smiling.

"Yeah! Of course!" She nods with a grin and walks to the elevator. I grab my things and run to catch up before the silver metal doors close.

"I am excited for tonight Tony. Thank you for inviting me." I'm excited too, but I don't want to scare her off. So I don't think I'll tell her that. "What are you cooking?"

"Chicken pesto." I'm getting more excited as we're discussing it.

"That sounds delicious, I'll be there at 7:00?"

"Yeah, sounds good!" The elevator dings and we go our separate directions.

~.~.~ - Ziva's POV - ~.~.~

I put on a nice green dress, nothing too fancy. I do not want him to think this is going anywhere anytime soon. Of course I would like it too, but I know I am not ready yet. We just started talking again. The thought just does not work for me right now. Maybe someday far in the future.

I put on my black heels and head out the door. I do not exactly remember what his apartment number is. I have not been here for months. Ever since Michael came into town.

I finally figure out which apartment is his and I knock on the door. I can smell the food through the door. It smells wonderful.

I love watching movies with Tony. Even if he does get a little too enthused about them, he is like a child most of the time, it makes me smile. It makes me feel almost care free.

He opens the door and I walk into the living room and plop onto the couch. I can feel his eyes looking me over. Maybe I should have worn pants and a shirt instead. I know he does not try to make me feel uncomfortable, I just do not want him to think anything will happen. Because nothing will happen. Not yet, anyway. Maybe someday. Or maybe not. I have not made up my mind yet.

He comes and sits down next to me, with two plates in his arms. He hands one to me and put the other on the coffee table.

"What movie do you want to watch?" we both stood up and walked to the cabinet with movies. I was not surprised to see how many he has added to his collection since the last time I came here.

"Is My Fake Fiance good?"

"Yeah, it's okay. Wanna watch that one?"

"Yes, we can try that one." We sat back down and started on our dinner as Tony pressed play.

-

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, it was good." he smiled.

"So, what did you have to do on Tuesday night?" I knew this question would come up. I have been waiting for it. Hoping it didn't come.

"I was just catching up with an old friend." He frowned. He was thinking of something entirely different than it was. But maybe it is better this way.

"Oh. So it was a date?" I thought this one would come too, but this one is easier to answer.

"No, it was not. I have not dated for quite a while." and now the question I have been debating on answering truthfully. I know it is coming.

"Then what was it?" That is the one. But I do not have the bravery I used to and I cannot tell him the truth.

"He was in town visiting some other friends, he heard I was staying here and asked if I could show him around. It was nothing." It was something. And Tony will find that out, but hopefully by me, when I am not too nervous to tell him. Lying probably is not the best way to start out our repairing our relationship but I am not sure what else I should do. Because the truth would not be the best idea either.

"Okay. Maybe I could meet him sometime?" I should have expected that to come next. But they cannot meet.

"He is not staying long. He said he leaves on Wednesday." Now he was getting suspicious. I can see it in his face.

"Is there something you're not telling me Ziva?" I should have expected that one too. But I did not.

"No, of course not! What else would there be to say?" He is onto me. I am going to ruin this all over again. But I cannot fix it. It is too late now. He is going to want to know. And he will find out somehow.

"All right then. But you know you can tell me anything, right?" I cannot tell him anything. And I won't.

"Yes, of course." He looks a little relieved, but not too much. "It is getting late. I will see you tomorrow in work, yes?"

"Yeah. I'll see you then." I smile and he gives me a fake one back.

-

I walk into my apartment and I look at the message machine. One new message. I think I know who it is from, but I will not listen to it now. I need to go to sleep. I need to stop thinking about what I have gotten myself into.

WHO IS THE MYSTERY MAN?

I've just always wanted to do a cliff hanger kind of thing. So, there's more of Ziva's POV in there. I'll try to start evening it out, but I can't make any promises.

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