Here is the next chapter! Thank you all for the great reviews!! And, if any of you want to submit your input on where you want the story to go, I would love to here it!
"Come in!" Ziva yelled from the kitchen when she heard the familiar knock on the door. She listened to the sounds of Tony opening and shutting the door, setting his keys on the table, and walking to the kitchen, following the smell of food.
"Smells delish!" He said as he entered the kitchen. Ziva turned around at the sound of his voice. "What are we having?"
"Spaghetti," Ziva said as she walked to the oven to remove the garlic bread.
"Mmm, my favorite!" He said, walking over to the table where the pasta was waiting to be eaten. Ziva laughed, following him to the table with the bread.
"You say that every time I make you something. Sit," she ordered as she took a seat.
"Well, every thing you make is my favorite," he said with a smug but flirty smile. Ziva blushed and scooped out the pasta onto both their plates.
They continued light conversation throughout dinner, which ended when Tony leaned back and rubbed his stomach, complementing the cooking once again and earning yet another blush from Ziva. They then made their way to the living room where Tony put in a Sean Connery/James Bond movie, claiming, again, that it was the best. However, shortly after it started, he grabbed the remote and muted it. Ziva looked at him, confused.
"Let's make it sort of a game," he said. Ziva only became more confused.
"We end every date with you telling me something about Somalia. And, in turn, I will tell you something," he explained.
"Ok," Ziva said, contemplating the idea. She grabbed the remote and unmuted the TV, though neither actually paid attention to the movie.
When the credits began, he turned the TV off. "Alright," Tony said. "I'll go first." Ziva nodded so he continued. "I am scared every time we go out on the field."
Ziva smiled. "That's ok," she said. "Everyone gets scared, especially when they are getting shot at."
Tony shook his head and grabbed her hand. "I'm scared, not because I might get shot, but because I am afraid I will lose you."
He looked down, not wanting to see her reaction. Ziva put her finger under his chin, making him look at her. She said nothing, but placed a soft kiss on his lips. She felt him smile against her lips. Suddenly, he pulled away.
"Your turn," he said with a mischievous smile. She punched him in the shoulder, and then turned serious.
"Ok." She took a deep breath. She opened her mouth, and then stopped, not knowing what to say. Tony interrupted.
"Tell me how you got the scars," he whispered, thinking that was a good and safe place to start. She nodded.
"After I was captured, Saleem constantly questioned me for information. I told him nothing. He tortured me, hoping it would get me to talk, but my training taught me how to withstand the torture. He would ask me a question, and if I didn't answer he would take my knife and cut me. Not big enough to cause me to pass out, but enough to leave many scars," she finished, flinching as if she was feeling it all over again.
Tony nodded then grabbed her hand, and they stood up. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips and left. Ziva stood there for a few minutes, and then she heard her phone ring. She opened it, revealing a text from Tony.
Goodnight Crazy Ninja.