Attention, reporting a missing Ninja!
A few days to about two weeks passed, Ziva nowhere. Not answering her phone, her email, or pager, and it's so unlike her. Tony went to her place today, but he stands at the door, nervous.
Ziva walking out of her apartment ran right into Tony and grunted a moment to herself, thinking, "No what."
"Hi Ziva, we were worried about you, so we made you some cookies."
"Cookies?"
"Yes."
"You, Anthony Dinozzo made me cookies?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"Its just, out of character for you."
Tony shrugged. "Surprise?"
"Thank you, I'm actually about to go... but I will need to speak with you later."
"They are the flavor of Tony's sorry he ruined your life."
Tony thought for one minute, "I want to cry, but shouldn't it be the other way around?"
Ziva looked up and had a serious expression upon her face." I do know what you're doing, but I don't have time right now, maybe we can meet in an hour and a half?"
Tony nodded. "We can... but no, I'm really sorry."
Ziva grew concerned, thinking. "This guy's an idiot, he doesn't need to bake for me." She looked at him. "What did you do?"
Tony looked down. "Man, I'm an idiot and an ass to this gorgeous lady." He thought to himself as well.
But then he looked down. "That night, I know we agreed not to bring it up, but I'm really sorry."
Ziva sighed, setting the cookies down and looked down as well. "Tony?"
"Yes?"
"What exactly did you do?"
"You."
"Well I know that tony, I really have to go."
Ziva locked the door, and turned walking away, disappearing down the hall.
"Bye."
Ziva turned, before leaving and nodded. "Bye Tony."