Chapter 3
Ziva sat at her desk working the next day. Tony was working as well. A piece of paper was thrown at Ziva's head and she looked up, she knew exactly what Tony wanted.
"Hey Zi," Tony smiled a signature smile. "Draw with me?"
"Of course," she wrote back. "Why wouldn't I?"
Tony smiled and begun his drawing. Ziva observed the way he sketched; he'd always stick his tongue out a little and tilt his head sideways. He took only five minutes, but when he was done he held it up and wrote down on the chalkboard.
"It's a tree," Tony smiled. "Isn't it pretty?"
"Yes very," Ziva laughed and wrote down. "So it's my turn I suppose?"
"Yes." Tony wrote.
Ziva quickly sketched a beautiful Lily and held it up.
"There," she wrote. "It's a Lily."
"I know," Tony wrote back. "It's my favorite flower…how'd you know?"
"I didn't," Ziva wrote back. "Well at least I know what to get you for your birthday next year?"
"I'll be counting on it." Tony wrote and smiled extra big.
Ziva smiled and thought silently to herself.
"I never knew his favorite flower," she thought. "Maybe this silence is a blessing…I may just learn something?"
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