Tony was a happy man. He could now use both his arms.
After having a hot shower, thinking of Ziva, (and then a cold one.. trying not to think of Ziva) he dressed into an expensive black button down shirt and matching slacks. He styled his hair with extra care, and sighed.
He studied his reflection in the mirror, and smiled weakly. Relax DiNozzo. It's a date. It's what you're best at.. (amongst other things..) he let out strangled cry, a cross between laughter and.. he didn't know what else, before smoothing out his shirt and letting out a deep breath.
It's Ziva.
After trying every item of clothing she had, Ziva opted for a simple knee-length purple dress. She had seriously considered opening the door naked, after all, it was sultry ex-Mossad Officer Lis- Ziva and Tony. It was bound to happen, sooner or later. Ziva preferred sooner. Whether "it" was just sex or a relationship, she didn't know.. yet.
All would be revealed tonight.
She growled as she attempted to put her hair up. Again. And then gave up. She seemed to remember Tony saying something about liking her hair better down anyway..
Ziva quickly checked her relection in the mirror, before moving to answer the door. She opened the door and..
Instantly regretted not opening the door naked.
His eyes flickered quickly, to take her body in, head to toe, ever so discreetly. Anyone else would have missed it, but not Ziva. She blushed a little, despite the smirk on her face as his eyes met hers.
"Uh.. Hi" he said sheepishly with a grin, handing her a fresh bunch of flowers.
Ziva accepted them and inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering shut and Tony stood frozen, just watching. She opened her eyes sleepily with a little smile and said "Hello.." and Tony felt like he was in a movie, everything felt like it was in slow motion, her mouth was moving but his brain could not process what she was saying. His eyes traced her retreating figure as she turned away from him and walked further into her apartment. She looked amazing.
She peered over her shoulder at him, giving him a strange look, as she placed the flowers into a vase.
"..Or you could just stand there day dreaming"
"Hmm?" Tony asked, finally zoning back in.
Ziva sighed, rolling her eyes.
There was an awkward silence but was broken quickly when Tony decided to blurt out: "Nice dress.." Ziva blushed a little turning to face Tony, and he had the sudden urge to cancel their dinner reservations (although he'd been think about doing it since she opened the door) .. and eat in.
Instead he found his voice, and asked "You ready?"
Ziva broke away from his gaze and grabbed her purse from the table and began walking towards the door, she hesitated a little nervously as Tony decided to move from the frame of the door a little too late.
She clicked the door shut behind her as Tony hovered behind her. She turned around to face him and frowned. Oh right, too close. Tony took a step back to bump into a little figure behind him.
"Sorry!" He almost shouted at the little old lady standing there with a smile on her face.
Ziva squeezed her eyes shut. Oh great.
The old lady then noticed Ziva. "Ziva!" she exclaimed, shuffling forward to hug her. Ziva faked a smile, "Mrs Williams." she replied with a business like nod and hesitantly opened her arms. Tony tried his best not to laugh. The old lady enveloped Ziva in a hug, one that would put Abby's to shame, and then released her.
"Well.." she began, taking in Ziva's appearance and then glancing at Tony, who gave his best DiNozzo grin "Don't you look nice? Off on a date?"
Ziva looked sideways at Tony before opening her mouth to speak, "I-"
"And this must be your boyfriend." she said, turning to Tony and ignoring the look of surprise on Ziva's face as Tony didn't correct her.
Tony grin faltered a little as Mrs Williams squeezed his arm gently and murmured, (creepily and huskily) "Such big arms.." her eyes then travelled down Tony's body "and such big.. feet." She smiled misheviously at Ziva, before asking her with a smirk, "You know what that means don't you?"
Tony gulped before snatching his arm away and grabbing Ziva's hand. "Yeah, uh, we should go now."
He tugged at Ziva's hand and she helplessly followed, looking behind at Mrs Williams in confusion who simply winked in response.
"What did Mrs Williams mean?" Ziva asked as she put on her seatbelt and Tony coloured a little, turning on the ignition and suddenly Justin Timberlake's "Sexy Back" blasted out of the stereo, Tony turned a deeper shade of red and turned the music down, he didn't usually listen to Justin, but he needed a little something for his confidence on his way to Ziva's.
He pulled out onto the road and keeping his eyes on the road replied dismissively "Heh, who knows?"
Ziva raised an eyebrow. He was lying, she could always tell. Instead of pursuing the subject, she asked him. "Where are we going?" Tony looked at her, trying his best not to stare and replied.
"Just a little place I know."
Ziva surveyed the overflowing restaurant as Tony greeted the Maître d'.
"DiNozzo," he said, offering his hand, the Maître d' smiled warmly and shook his hand, "we spoke on the phone."
The Maître d's eyes widened in response. "Oh, yes," he said, glancing at Ziva, who watched with curiosity, "you explained some.. special cirumstances." he then sprung into action and led them to a table in the corner.
"I am under dressed" she muttered to Tony as she sat down. She nodded, faking a smile at the Maître d' as he left them and Tony scoffed a little, before replying honestly, "Believe me Ziva. You look great."
Ziva smiled a little at the compliment and a waiter handed Tony the wine selection. She scanned the restaurant again before looking at Tony. She blinked in surprise, to see him staring back at her.
Now was his chance. He was going to tell her how he felt. "Ziva, I-" he began, before being interrupted by the waiter, who was oblivious to the electrifying looks across the table.
Tony handed the list back to the waiter, with a "Surprise us" and not breaking eye contact from Ziva's brown eyes.
She was the first to give in and looked away.
He still couldn't believe it. Here he was, on a date with Ziva David, and he still couldn't form the words to tell her how he felt.
He would have to show her instead.
Ziva watched stunned as Tony suddenly stood, placing his napkin onto the table, he walked over to the Maître d' and spoke animatedly and the Maître d' nodded and chuckled a little as Tony walked back over to Ziva.
"Tony.. Wh-?" she began as he pulled her up by the hand, for the second time tugging her along with him.
Tony walked to his mustang and leaned heavily against it, looking down on the ground.
"Tony?"
He looked up into her uncertain eyes as she walked towards him. She stood in front of him and he placed his hands low on her waist and she shivered despite the warm air. Now or never. He pressed his lips to hers and Ziva found herself pulling him closer. He pulled away with a sigh and Ziva's eyes searched his.
"I like you Ziva. I like you a lot."
Tony lay on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, grinning from ear to ear. He let out a low whistle, as he glanced at Ziva.
"Well," he said with a leer, "I certainly don't need those pictures anymore."
Ziva smiled and rolled her eyes playfully. She turned onto her stomach, moving her hair out of her way and shuffled closer to Tony, yawning a little. Tony smiled, and pulled his girlfriend closer as she snuggled up to him.
He watched as her eyes finally shut and reached over to the bedside table. He picked up his cellphone, checking for any messages when he was suddenly struck by an idea.
He was too good..
Easy, DiNozzo.. Easy, ya just gotta get the right angle.. Yep, that's it.
He took the picture, completely forgetting that he hadn't turned off the capture tone.
Shit.
Ziva sat up, it was hard to believe that she was just asleep a few moments ago. She narrowed her eyes, as Tony tried his best to untangle himself from her and the covers.
He fell off the bed and she pounced, he held his arm high above his head and held her to him with his other arm.
He grinned, and laughed sheepishly "Ziva, you're awake! Ready for round two?"
"DiNozzo!" Ziva growled "Give me the cell phone. NOW!"
Tony laughed and pressed his lips to hers, to his surprise she deepened the kiss, then swung a leg over so she was straddling him and suddenly gripped the arm above his head.
"Easy.." He whimpered "It's only just healed." Then realised what she was trying to do. Damn she was good.
He pushed her off him and scrambled away, but she was too quick for him, she jumped and grabbed his hand with the cell phone in, making the buttons press and the cellphone beep.
They stopped, frozen, ignoring the suggestive position they were in, and looked down at the screen of the cell phone in horror.
*Picture message sent to: Gibbs*
end.
There we are! THE END. Finally LOL. This chapter is much longer than the others, and I was considering dividing it in two and uploading two seperate chapters.. but then I thought: They've waited long enough!
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