The Story of Us

by ballistics belle

"Then, as they watch in 'comfortable movie silence' as she refers to it, he wonders what kind of cosmic fate has landed him here with her on his couch, sharing a bowl of Cheerios with sliced strawberries in it, when in fact, he hates the red berries and only adds the damn things because he knows that she adores them"- a collection of Tiva snippets

11. Rain

He taps on the door.

"Ziva come on, let me in." He receives no answer. "I'm not leaving till you open this door."

"Go home." She snaps. "I do not want to see you."

"Ziva, please, let me in. I just want to talk."

"Well I do not feel like talking."

"Zi…Ziva…open the door." He rests his forehead against the door. It's quiet, late and he is exhausted. "Please let me in. It's pouring rain out and I'm soaking wet and cold."

"I do not care."

"You clearly care enough to still be by the door." A pregnant pause, then the door swings open. He loses his balance slightly but quickly steps in before she can change her mind. He doesn't move, just stares at her. His suit and shirt are dark with water and his hair is plastered to his head.

"You are dripping all over my floors." She says flatly, arms crossed over her chest.

Well, it's a start.