Hey guys thanks for reading! I've put a little more TIVA in this fic, so hope you enjoy...please R&R, it is really appreciated!
"I think you'll like this McGee." Tony's eyes twinkled as he handed a plate of charcuterie encircled by freshly cut tomatoes. Ziva took one look and then turned to face Tony, a hint of confusion on his her face.
"Tony isn't that...?" A quick shake of his head and slight widening of his eyes made her shut up. "That dish is ESPECIALLY tasty, I'm sure you'll love it." His warm trusting smile made Ziva wonder whether she should have told the truth. Minutes later that option was no longer a possibility.
"This is so spicy!"" McGee fanned his mouth and his tongue hung out as he panted desperately for cool air. He ran off to the main desk to get some more milk and as soon as he left Tony and Ziva let out suppressed laughter.
"That wasn't a very nice thing to do Tony." Suddenly his expression changed and he leant forward so that he could take her hands in his.
"I wanted to be alone," Tony's voice was husky. "I don't care if that gives McGoo a stomach upset for a few days...when I haven't seen you for years." Anger flared up in Ziva.
"You think you can just saunter in and say that you love me, and that everything will be hunky-donky all over again? I don't think so DiNozzo!" He chuckled softly, in spite of the growing tension between them.
"It's hunky-dory Ziva," he said quietly. "And I knew that if I sent you a message, or an email, you would reply. And then I would reply to that...and then come Christmas I would be invited back to DC, the one place I wanted to get away from." Tears started to pool in her eyes.
"It was my father, wasn't it? He told you to stay away from me." The absence of a denial made her hit the table in anger, making the cutlery nearly jump." How could he? It is my life, not his!" She looked up at him, prompting an explanation.
"He arranged it with Jenny. Initially she asked me if I had a chance and after a few days I declined. One week later she revealed that I had no choice in the matter and a few days after that I was on the plane to Madrid. Sorry doesn't cover it." She choked and managed a small smile.
"It would still be appreciated though." He guided her out to the door of the restaurant, the moon casting silver rays on her face. He ran a hand down her cheek tenderly.
"I am finally with the other part of mi Corazon." And there he kissed her, lightly bathed in the light of la luna.