This chapter is dedicated to all the fan fiction writers/readers who lost their lives in the Victorian bushfire; I hope the people who lit them get the death penalty even though it's outlawed!
"So how did you and Anthony meet?" Rosetta asked.
"At work," Ziva plainly replied.
"So are you and Anthony a couple, because I would like a grandchild I'm not getting any younger you know," Rosetta said
"What!? No! We are just friends," Ziva said
"With benefits?" Rosetta asked.
"NO!" Ziva practically screamed.
"Someday there will be," Rosetta smirked.
"No there won't be," Ziva said.
"Are you sure?" Rosetta asked.
"Yes I am sure," Ziva said.
"Such a shame, you two would go well together," Rosetta mumbled.
"So what country do you come from," Rosetta asked.
"How do you know I'm from a different country?" Ziva asked,
"Oh, I can just tell these things, now you didn't answer my question," Rosetta said.
"Israel," Ziva answered.
"Ah Israel, such a beautiful country. What city did you live in?" Rosetta asked.
"Tel Aviv," Ziva replied.
"So what did you do before you worked at NCIS?" Rosetta asked.
"I work for Mossad, I am now a Liason officer," Ziva answered.
"Isn't that a bit dangerous for a woman?" Rosetta said.
"No, I can take care of myself," Ziva said.
"Are you sure dear, because I hear that the men are huge and have really big muscles how could you being as tiny as you are take them down?" Rosetta questioned.
"If I can take down Tony then I can take down the other people," Ziva retorted.
"You can take down Anthony?" Rosetta said the shock showing in her face.
"Yes I did," Ziva replied.
"I find that hard to believe, my Anthony is the best that there is. No one can beat him" Rosetta gloated.
"I can show you if you like, Tony and I can have a wrestling match if you wish," Ziva said.
"Fine you and Anthony will have a wrestling match and I will be betting on him to win," Rosetta said.
Huffing and puffing Tony had finally dragged all Ziva's and his own suitcases up the very long flight of stairs. They really ought to get an elevator in this place!
After dropping off his suitcase in his room, he wheeled Ziva's down the hall way looking in all the guest bedrooms trying to find the one that ziva was staying in. When he finally found Ziva's room he realized that it was only 3 rooms down from his. God, the rooms seem so much smaller from the inside.
"I come bearing a gift," Tony exclaimed as he pulled Ziva's suitcases into the room.
"Well if I already own it then it cant be a gift," Ziva replied.
"Well I did bring it up here, speaking of which I think you owe me a tip. $500 sounds good don't you think," Tony suggested.
"How about I give you 10% of my winnings when I beat you in the wrestling match tomorrow," Ziva smirked.
"What wrestling match," Tony said with a confused grin.
"The one your mother is setting up," Ziva laughed.
"This doesn't sound like something my mother would do," Tony nervously laughed.
"Well she did get all protective of you when I said I could beat you in a wrestling match," Ziva explained.
"Let me guess, she didn't believe you," Tony said.
"No she didn't believe me, she thought I was telling a black lie," Ziva said.
"The term is white lie, and I am so screwed," Tony sighed.
"How are you screwed, I don't see a screw anywhere near you, or in you for the fact," Ziva said, slightly confused.
"It means that you are going to kick my ass and it's going to really hurt," Tony said.
A/N: ok that's all I can think of for now, but if I get lots of reviews I might magically get a lot of ideas in my head!
So pretty please review.