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Tony creped up behind Ziva and grabbed her waist. He pulled her in away form the stove and kissed her neck.
"Tony" Ziva giggled
"Stop it. I'm trying to cook" Ziva was cutting up the chicken and she still had the knife in her hand. She tried pulling away from him put he held her firm and chuckled.
"Tony I thought you were hungry?" She giggled
"I am" he snickered breathlessly. He slowly released his grasp and Ziva started cutting again.
"Can you pre-heat the oven to 375?" she asked Tony
"Sure" he elongated the word.
Ziva chuckled and she could hear the oven starting to warm up. Ziva reached over to the bowl of mixed spices and flour she had and started to evenly coat the three slices of chicken. She threw them on a cookie sheet and delicately layered parmesan cheese and a little bit of salt and garlic onto the mouthwatering pieces of chicken.
"Tony" she cooed "Is the oven pre-heated yet?"
"Yep" he drew out the word again and Ziva giggled. Tony sauntered over to Ziva and snatched the sheet from her and plopped it in the oven.
"What should I set the timer for Ziva?" Tony asked questioningly.
"45 minutes" she called back
"That long" Tony moaned
"Do not worry it is not that long" she beamed.
"Wanna finish the movie from last night Ziva?" he chuckled making her name staccato.
"Sure" Ziva grinned.
Although she couldn't remember what the movie was about she didn't really care. She would be huddled up next to Tony. She started to walk over to the couch but Tony darted over to her and swung her up into his arms. He sprinted over to the couch before she realized what happened and lowered her down to the couch inch by inch. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, then plopped down beside her, letting the couch shake a little under his weight. He Reached over Ziva so that she was pinned against the couch and quickly opened the recliner he pulled the lamp string and the room went a dull grey. He shifted his body off Ziva and pressed play on the remote.
Ziva moved closer to him and put her head on his chest. They both weren't paying attention to the movie, unlike the night before. Tony calmly pushed Ziva down a little. Ziva lightly wrapped her hand around the back of his head pushing him in. She starting leaning in but Tony was already an inch away from her face. Ziva used most of her strength and pushed Tony against her. Their lips met and Tony pushed Ziva back kissing her harder. Ziva moved her hands and grabbed Tony's shirt. She pushed him back so she was stretched out over him. They both gasped for air and Tony smiled.
"A guess dinner can wait" Tony breathed into Ziva's ear.
Tony and Ziva both spun their heads round; a loud beep was coming from the stove. Ziva pulled her hand off Tony and set them on the couch to push herself back up. Tony grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back upright with him. Tony smiled and kissed Ziva's neck. Tony grabbed her waist firmly and lifted her up off the couch. As he got up she tried to set her feet back on the ground, but Tony just lifted her higher of the floor and stood up. Ziva wrapped her legs around Tony's waist and let herself bob up and down as Tony scurried over to the oven. Tony wrapped one arm around Ziva and put an oven mitt on his other hand. Leaning down, Tony opened the stove and grabbed the sheet of chicken. A wave of heat blasted through Tony and Ziva and the kitchen soon filled with a mouth-watering aroma. Dropping the tray onto the stove, Tony ripped of the oven mitt with his teeth. Ziva laughed while Tony's oven mitt slid across the smooth counter. With Ziva clinging to his body, Tony glided over to the far right, dark wood, cabinet. He grabbed two small light green plates and dropped them on the counter, watching as they half bounced and spun. Ziva rested her head carelessly on Tony's left shoulder while he grabbed two wine glasses.
"Ziva" Tony cooed "Do you like Pinot Grigio?"
"Yes!" she replied approvingly "when did you buy Pinot Grigio?"
"My friend sent it to me as a Christmas present."
"Oh" Ziva replied. She slowly unclenched her legs from Tony. He suddenly grabbed her waist and plopped her down on the counter.
"Hey" Ziva replied playfully
"Sorry but it's my turn to do some work. I'm setting the table."
Ziva wheeled her legs over the counter gazing over at Tony, watching as he tenderly situated the plates and the wine glasses. With her eyes locked on him, she watched as he ambled over to a cabinet to pull out a lighter. In one swift flick of his arm, there were two faintly glowing lights that seemed to glisten against the pearl white color of the candles. Gliding across the floor Tony coiled Ziva's hand around his and gazed as she did a slight leap onto the floor. Stuttering through the kitchen, Tony swept Ziva up and slid her sweetly into the chair. A slight rush fell through Ziva as he ran over to shut of the single lamp that made the room glow. The light fell dark, and a warm, delicate glow radiated off the candles onto the petite table. A smile lit across Ziva's whole body, this was so romantic, she thought to herself.
"Ziva this is delicious" Tony said truthfully.
"I told you I could cook" Ziva replied in an I told you so manner.
Tony clasped his fingers around the wine glass and asked "Ziva would you like more Pinot Grigio?"
Tony gave the bottle a slight shake that made Ziva giggle. Shaking her head slowly, Tony popped of the cork and elegantly sloshed some more wine into Ziva's glass. Feeling lightheaded Ziva tried to take one more sip. With her hand shaking, Ziva almost dropped the glass unto the rock solid floor.
"Are you ok?" Tony asked concerned.
"Ah" Ziva replied "Just a little shaky."
"Maybe we should get some more medicine into you?" Tony smiled.
"Ok" Ziva agreed too tired to argue. Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out the pain killers. He shoved two bright blue pills into her hand and watched as she gulped the two pills down, with a swish of wine. Within the next few minutes Ziva could feel her head starting to clear, almost like a storm had just passed through her head.
"Feeling better?" Tony asked sweetly. A flush of color was returning to Ziva and she slowly edged back to her usual glowing self. Tony smiled and started to clear the table.
"The dinner was delicious Ziva" He replied honestly. "Best meal I've had in months."
"Maybe I should come over more often?" Ziva replied almost as a question.
Acting as if the comment was never made, Tony continued putting all the dishes back into the dishwasher. Sighing, Ziva knew it would be an eternity until Tony would accept it or maybe he would just deny that there was something between them. Swinging her chair back Ziva gracefully rose out of her chair and went to sit on the counter by Tony. With both hands on the counter, Ziva pressed all her weight into her hands and plopped herself up on the counter.
"Ziva" Tony spoke coldly
"I was thinking you could sleep on the couch. I have some"
"Tony" Ziva cut him off, cocking her head to the side and glaring at him innocently she replied "Really you really want me to sleep on the couch Tony. It pretty chilly and"
"Ziva it wasn't a question" Tony replied slowly
"Tony" Ziva whined a little hurt and confused. "Why, why are you acting like this?"
"Like what" Tony replied coldly "We're partners Ziva and"
"Gibbs would be mad and Tony I don't really care" Ziva fired back.
"Ziva nothing tonight, anyway you're leaving tomorrow." Tony replied trying not to act cold and mad.
"What if I still don't feel well?" Ziva cooed lightly encircling Tony's arm. Tony drew his body back lightly shaking Ziva grasp off him.
"Tony" Ziva whined annoyed "What is the matter with you? You were fine just a minute ago. You're acting like you don't want to"
"Ziva" Tony shushed her "I love having you here but nothing is or was supposed to happen"
"Was" Ziva lifted her eyebrows confused and curious. "What did we do? Before dinner you think that was something"
"Ziva" Tony raised his voice a little "Nothing is supposed to happen you are still recovering and Gibbs would"
"would what Tony! You are mad over Gibbs. Wrong!"
"You mean bull" Tony chuckled
"NO Tony wrong. You didn't care what Gibbs had to say when we were undercover why do you care now?"
"Ziva things are different now." Tony shouted gritting his teeth.
"Well, tell me now, cuase I will leave Tony, as you said I'm fine to go home and I can drive now so do you want me to stay?" Ziva shouted annoyed and ready to leave. Tony looked away not wanting to say no but knew he shouldn't say yes,
Ziva hopped down from the counter "I'll call a cab Tony I'll be fine to make my way home" Ziva replied coldly.
"Find my way, Ziva" Tony murmured softly. Taking a leap he grasped her arm "I didn't say I wanted you to leave Ziva" He whispered almost regretting that he said it.
"Well do you want me to stay" Ziva replied sharply.
"Yes" he whispered in her ear.