Bella rolled over, feeling her face hit the pillow. When she opened her eyes, he phone read 6:30. Great she thought. Bella lay back down, but was unable to fall back asleep. Then she caught a smell in the air. Huh, that smells familiar. Cinnamon Pancakes! With that, Bella leapt out of bed, nearly falling back down with getting up so suddenly.
When she came out, Bella saw Tony standing at the stove, having trouble flipping the pancake. Bella heard a slight chuckle. What the? Who's here? She wondered idly, before catching sight of Ziva sitting on the couch, leaning over the back.
"Good morning, Bella." Ziva was the first to see Bella standing in the doorway.
"Good morning?" Bella was confused. Why was Ziva there? Deciding to let it slide, Bella sat down on the couch next to Ziva, and joined in with Ziva's laughter when she saw Tony had his tongue poked out in concentration, and still couldn't manage to flip the pancake.
"Want some help there, Tony?" Bella asked between giggles.
"Huh? Oh, nah, nah I got it. Just haven't made pancakes in a long time." Tony replied, before finally managing to flip the pancake. Tony was right. He hadn't made pancakes in at least five years. Probably longer. Cinnamon pancakes were his specialty, and he used to cook them whenever he went home to visit Bella. But, sadly, that hadn't happened in a very long time.
"Okay. Pancakes are ready." Tony announced, before going to sit in between Bella and Ziva.
"Yum." Bella proclaimed, before digging into her breakfast.
Seven pancakes later, Tony let out a content sigh and patted his stomach. Bella did the exact same thing, whilst Ziva licked her lips, and then the plate.
"I had better go. Thank you for breakfast, Tony. I will see you at work on Monday." Ziva bid fare well to the DiNozzo duo, and left for her car.
"Soo, you and Ziva, huh? That's well....just gross Tony. Real gross. Can you have sleepovers when I'm not here next time?" Bella said before clearing their plates. Tony looked at Bella with a disgusted look on his face.
"WHAT? Oh, nooo, B, no. I just, needed somebody to talk to, and well, I always talk to Ziva. Ziva and I are just partners Bella."
"Uh-huh. I saw the look she gave you. And the way you sooo wanted to kiss he goodbye. C'mon. I'm a fourteen year old girl-"
"That should mind her own business, and keep her little nose out of her big brothers love life." Tony cut in.
"Or lack thereof." Bella mumbled under her breath before turning towards the hallway.
"Where do you think you're going?" Tony asked, following her down the narrow strip to the spare bedroom.
"Duh, bed. It's only like 8:30. Wake me when the sun is past half way." Bella waved Tony off.
"Oh, no. Once you're up, you're up. Go get dressed." Bella groaned, but agreed. When she came back out of the spare room, she had he toiletries and clothes in hand.
While Bella was in the shower, Tony decided to do the dishes. He hummed a little show tune along the way, before grabbing his iPod and planned on listening to some good old Sinatra, but instead he heard some country song. Gah! What is this?! Blah blah blah, can't impress the guy, but loves him still, bleh! What does this girl listen to? Can't live a lie. Pssht. Teenagers really need some better music.
Tony yanked the earphones out, and decided to look for his iPod. After rummaging through the whole house, he still couldn't find it, so he decided to give up.
Twenty minutes later, Bella came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a pair of white mini shorts, a pink tank top, and matching pink flip-flops. Her slightly curly hair was tied back in a loose pony tail, a pink rose holding it back, with a few strands escaping, framing her porcelain face. She started laughing when she walked into the kitchen to find Tony humming a very familiar song.
"Huh. Carrie Underwood. Nice Tony. Real nice." Bella chuckled, before moving into the living room.
"Well, if somebody hadn't left their iPod lying around, I might not be. Have you seen mine?" Bella just shook her head.
"Anyways, continuing our conversation from before, do all partners pull the blankets off their beds and sleep in the living room together?" Bella began giggling again, pointing to the mass of blankets and pillows lying on the floor.
Tony just smacked Bella on the arm, and told her to stop making sexual innuendos. That just made Bella laugh even harder.
"So, I guess that you told her everything, considering you said you needed someone to talk to." Bella said when Tony was done putting the blankets back on his bed.
"Uhh, yea, hope you don't mind. It's just, well, I tell her everything, and she won't anyone, I swear." Bella hugged Tony, telling him that it was perfectly fine; after all, the key to a good relationship was communication. Tony smacked her lightly on the arm again, causing Bella to chuckle yet again.
