Hey there! So Chapter Three is here :) Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and followed! I love hearing from you guys so please keep it up! A note is that I have the attention span of a goldfish, I really do. Half of the time I will have an idea for a story or a brilliant plot idea and forget it before I can even write it down. The other half of the time I rush to get it down on paper and don't do it justice. Sucks for a writer, huh? Well this story, and what I thought this story would be are branching apart. It was originally a going to be a one shot but I thought of some things to keep it going. So on that note what do you guys think, keep this one short (finishing it of course) and start a whole new fic or make Head Games longer?
Love and Thanks! Meredith.
Tony shut his duffle bag in Ziva's trunk and moved towards the passenger side of the car, but when he grabbed the handle it wouldn't open. He tried once more.
"Ziva? You wanna let me in?" He looked over the roof of the car and when she wasn't there, tilted his head down to the window to see her putting the keys in the ignition. He tapped on the window trying to let her know that it was locked, "I can't keep my promise if you lock me out of the car!"
She turned, slightly embarrassed and let him in. "I'm sorry, Tony. I am used to only unlocking the driver's door, sometimes it takes me a bit to remember that I have to let other people in." With them both situated in the car, she backed out of the parking space and left Tony to his thoughts.
Her statement was simple, and most likely true, but her face was anything but simple. Letting other people in? To her car? To her life? To her heart. He thought reluctantly. God, why do women have to be so damn cryptic. She locked me out, she let me in, but now she's saying that she forgot about me? And on top of that she wants to know if I've been on dates. Okay, Tony. Breathe. He leaned his head against the back of the seat and pretended to be asleep, he just needed to clear his mind.
In the midst of his mind clearing, snow white beaches with crystal clear waters, a hand rested on his forearm. "Tony, we are here." She whispered calmly.
And just like that the water rushed over the sand, pulling it away and the tide brought in reality. He kept his eyes shut willing the calmness of the beach to stay there when she began pushing gently against his skin "Tony please wake up. I have to wake you up every 2 hours and if you do not respond I will have to take you back to the hospital." With that his eyes shot open "Just taking a power nap, still fully conscious." He replied quickly, not wanting to go back to Bethesda.
Retrieving his bag and the take out they headed inside. Ziva smiled and waved at a friendly door man, the older man in a classic uniform who, after holding the door, resumed reading his newspaper in a lounge chair. The ride up the elevator was peacefully quiet, although the classic music was a bit annoying. The complex was most certainly chosen by Ziva. She had always been interested in tradition and this complex almost took a step back in time, remaining elegant and beautiful but up to date. Once they were in Ziva's apartment Tony excused himself to go change. Closing the door to the bathroom, Tony caught his reflection in the mirror, he doubled back, leaning closer to the mirror.
"I look tired... and old." He thought, slapping his cheeks as if to call his young charm back to his face. If there was something that irked Tony it was looking old. Not that he didn't like old people just that he wasn't meant to be old. No, Tony depended on his playboy facade. It kept him from looking soft. "Although I guess I could be a confident one girl kinda guy..." Either way young, attractive and charming just seemed to work for him.
He left the bathroom to find Ziva in the kitchen reheating the take-out. "Eating on the counter or the couch?" he asked. Usually he wouldn't care but Daddy David had obviously gone all out in replacing Ziva's things after the explosion. Her flat screen must be at least 60 inches, with a black leather couch to match. The kitchen coordinated with the living room with stainless steel and a tall bar or a black wood table to eat at. Tony had to admit it was sleek, very Ziva.
"The couch will be fine, that is where the TV is." she replied, carrying two plates full of Chinese food. Tony silently sighed relief, watching TV with Ziva sounded perfect, he didn't know if he was up for a full blown conversation. She handed him a plate, "I'm going to get drinks would you mind starting the movie?" He set the food on a mat of some sort, certain that the wood of the coffee table was genuine and made his way to the TV, "Ziva you have a Bose 135! Those are like crazy good speakers, this is gonna be awesome!" he grinned like a little boy on Christmas morning and continued to look in awe at her extensive entertainment system.
"What do you want to drink, Tony?" she called from the kitchen.
"Several shots of Vodka please." It was true, he just wanted to be knocked out and that would bring a pretty peaceful sleep. "Absolutely not, Anthony DiNozzo." She countered, knowing she would win. He came around the corner to lean on the door frame and flashed her a convincing grin, "Comeon David, I'll sleep like a baby"
"No Alcohol." She held firm crossing her arms.
"Alright Zi, water it is." He let out a dramatic sigh and went to continue with the DVD.
He found the remote and sat on one side of the couch, just as Ziva came in with two large glasses of water. She handed him one and surprisingly went to sit in the arm chair. Tony started the movie hesitantly. He was troubled by the fact that not only an hour earlier she was teasing him about dating and now she wouldn't even sit by him, but that was quickly shoved to the back of his mind when a black and white 007 started shooting.
"Tony, why are the full credits running now? Don't they usually come at the end?" poor Ziva still so easily confused . "It's a James Bond thing Ziva, they usually do come at the end." He smiled glad that for once she was confused and he wasn't. During the rest of the movie they talked off and on about movies, Daniel Craig, Ziva's time at MI6 and whatever else just happened to come up. Sure enough, two hours later Tony shifted on the couch and fell asleep.
Ziva got up, draped a blanket over her dozing partner and went to her room to set an alarm for two hours later. Lying in bed she couldn't sleep but nonetheless tried and on cue two hours later got up to wake Tony.
She cautiously made her way to him and before she could even touch his shoulder Tony reached at his waist for his gun and jumped up defensively. The picture was quite hysterical actually because, unfortunately for Tony, if his assailant had been real his weapon of choice was the remote control to Ziva's TV. Ziva doubled over laughing as it dawned upon Tony that A. Ziva wasn't going to hurt him and B. He looked like a complete idiot.
"God Ziva! Don't sneak up on me like that!" he tried to justify his behavior to no avail.
"Yes officer, is the speaker system your back up?" she snickered and Tony let her have her fun because well, she was smiling. A real, beautiful Ziva smile.
"Okay, okay now are you going to ask me my questions or am I going to have to call in Captain Refrigerator?" They were having a truly good time and somehow it didn't matter that he was exhausted, looked like a mess and it was 2 am.
Ziva continued to smile and laugh making the current President and 2+2 into highly entertaining questions. Tony silently made a note that the next time he needed supervision he was definitely asking for Ziva.
"You really did scare the shit out of me ya know."
"Well you should've remembered I was coming!" She looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world, but when he realized she was teasing he came back just as strong, "Well having a Mossad Assassin sneaking up on you is pretty terrifying at two in the morning." He smiled hoping she would play along. "Oh please Tony, if I was sneaking up on you, you would have never known." And with that she flashed another smile and headed for her bedroom.
Tony resituated on the couch, placing the remote far off on the table and looked up at the ceiling. "I could definitely spend more nights with Ziva. I will make us work". He silently promised himself before drifting off.
The rest of the night went smoothly and unfortunately less exciting, although they were both glad that there were no 4am hospital trips.
At 0600 Ziva slipped back into bed for the last time, oddly when she usually would've been waking up, to set her last alarm. She was willing to give herself the extra sleep because after a night of entertaining Tony, she needed it. Even if she wouldn't admit it out loud, Ziva David almost liked having him there. She went to bed happy, even after waking up three times, hoping for an equally pleasurable day tomorrow.
Alright guys I for sure need your opinion on length and such before I can continue! Also, headed into the school week my updates will spread out. As always thanks for reading! Reviews would be lovely :)
Meredith.
