Hi guys another update enjoy. BTW italics are because they are speaking in French.
Tony woke up first at around 8AM he turned over to check on Ziva who was sleeping peacefully he couldn't help but think how beautiful she was even first thing in the morning with her hair all over the pillow and her body rising and falling as she breathed. He stoked her hair out of her face softly and decided to make them some coffee after all it was the only perk of waking up first.
He put the tiny kettle onto boil and picked up three mugs making sure Ziva had the least chipped one. He was about to pick up the kettle when a voice behind him made him jump.
"Tony do you love her." It was Harold.
"What?" Bloody hell where the hell did he come from Tony thought to himself he is a VERY SPECIAL agent but maybe not quite so good first thing in the morning.
"Do you love her?"
"Harold we're partners why are you trying to get us together."
"Because we both know this is basically a suicide mission we know that we are just pretending it isn't for Ziva. I don't want you to die with regrets. Forget rule #12 I have know you less than 48 hours and it is obvious how much you care for her."
"You must be joking." Tony said hiding behind his mask but Harold's silence broke him who knew anyone but Gibbs had this power.
"I love her."Tony was stuttering his words now sure almost everyone they met told them they should be together but none put it like Harold.
"Then tell her Tony the chances are we won't get out of Europe alive let alone back to America. Spend your last few days with her."Before Tony could respond they heard Ziva wake up."Tell her." Harold said softening his voice.
Ziva walked into the room just catching the end of the conversation."Tell her what?" She questioned as Tony handed her the coffee.
"Nothing Harold and I were just..."
"Tell her." Harold told him almost as an order and with that he got his coffee and left the room.
"Who is her and what do you want to tell her."
"She is you."
"Okay and what do you want to tell me." Inside she was going mad what the hell was Tony about to tell her but, she had an idea and instantly pushed it to the back of her mind it was stupid."
"That your coffee is ready." He said handing her the cup of coffee he had chickened out at the last moment. Harold was right and he knew it but he was not about to tell the woman he loved his feelings in a dirty flat in Paris; with no doubt Harold standing at the door and defiantly not in these pyjamas which were made for someone half his size. That is not how DiNozzos do it.
The west of the morning went smoothly they all got dressed and showered and y 10AM they had packed up their few belongings and cleaned the place trying to get rid of any evidence they left. of course if Mossad really wanted they could find some DNA but testing it to make sure it was Tony or Ziva but that would take awhile and time is what neither side had.
They walked to the bus stop to catch a train to the station at 10.05 AM it arrived as promised. Ziva brought the tickets for Tony and her and Harold brought his by himself they knew this would make them less memorable. They took their seats Ziva sitting next to Harold and Tony across the aisle once the bus started driving. Harold and Ziva started talking he knew that Ziva would not whim out like Tony.
"Ziva how do you fell about him?" Harold asked not being quite as blunt as he was with Tony.
"Who him? She says indicating with her figure she knew Tony could not speak a word of French but whatever language you speak Tony is still Tony.
"Yes"
"He is like an annoying brother. He acts like he's 14 he is a desperate womanizer he spends more money on ties than I spend on my entire wardrobe he...
"What do you really think of him?" He interrupted her she sighed in return. "Ziva tell me."
"You want to know the other side of him that's brave." She wanted to stop at that but her gut told her to say more "he is a good friend." she said giving in to temptation. Once she started she couldn't stop. "Probably my best friend. He is my partner he has saved my life countless times I have saved his. I would take a bullet for him. He is my English dictionary. He is why I love movies but don't tell him. He is my guide to America. He is why I am who I am. He is Tony." The mentioning of his name made him look up.
He gave her the "why you talking about me?" look and she replied with the "not know" eye brow raise and he mouthed back "okay"
"Do you love him?" He was determined to get them together he loved to play match maker even if he was a middle aged, middle classed, middle child MI6 agent.
"As a friend yes."
"So you don't have any romantic feeling about him and before you answer just remember I can tell when someone lies."
"A little."
"Ziva you know the one thing I regret in life is that it took me five years before I finally asked Maria out that I wasted five years of time we could have spent in each offers arms because we were scared of what the other thought. Don't tell me that you are scared of what he is going to think because I know he feels the same way."
"I know I heard you talking this morning in the kitchen."
"And I speak French." Tony cut in Ziva's and Harold's jaw dropped.
"Oh mon Dieu" Ziva stammered.
Oh mon Dieu means Oh my god in French sorry if that offends anyone I know it is completely out of character but it made me laugh so in it went. I translated it on Google translate so it is probably wrong. They may be more French in this chapter which will also be in italics as they speak French in Switzerland (but manly German but I have learnt that after writing the chapter. Please leave a review it would mean a lot to me which I will show you with these smiley faces .
