A/N: Hey guys. Sorry I couldn't update. Here's the next chapter. I've got two more typed up so it's just a matter of reviewing. How about the number of total reviews I get, I put the next chapter up that many days faster? Lol. No, I probably will update tomorrow. To those who celebrate it, Happy (belated) Easter! This chapter has another song in it too. Sorry.
Ziva slowly opened her eyes. The previous nights conversation played through her mind. She was surprised at how well Tony had taken to the fact that Ari was her brother. They had both fallen asleep on the couch, and when they woke up again, Ziva had insisted that the roads would be slick due to the rain and that the fact that it was so early in the morning, that Tony should just stay. He, of course, agreed.
The only thing she didn't remember, was how she ended up in her own bed.
"Oh well, it doesn't matter." She thought.
Ziva got up, made her bed, and then walked into the kitchen to get her water bottle.
When she walked past her couch, she saw the sleeping form of Tony DiNozzo. Smiling, she walked around to the other side of the couch where his head lay. His hair was all spiked up, which gave him the look of a porcupig? No, a porcuswine? No, a porcupine. Yes, porcupine, that's the right word. She couldn't help but chuckle as she thought back to her first official day at NCIS.
"He'll probably be just as horrified as I am, Agent DiNozzo."
Ziva bent down and placed a kiss on Tony's forehead. He stirred in his sleep and muttered something that sounded a lot like "Sweetcheeks." She smirked, turned and walked back into her bedroom. On the way down the hall, she stopped outside of Sam's bedroom door and opened it a crack. She smiled as she saw the sleeping form of her daughter in her bed. Ziva closed the door and continued to tiptoe back into her room where she silently changed her clothes.
Tony woke up to a mechanical whirring sound. He stood up and instinctively reached for his gun. He crept down the hallway, stopping in front of Sam's bedroom door. He opened it and smiled as he saw the little girl in her bed. Little girl. Ziva's little girl. His partner, Ziva David's little girl. It was a shock, finding out that Ziva David "Mossad Ninja Warrior" had a daughter. Two actually.
He shook those thoughts out of his head and continued down the hallway.
He stopped in front of what Tony assumed was the master bedroom. He turned the doorknob, and silently pushed the door open.
"Incompatible, it don't matter though / Cuz someone's bound to hear my cry / Speak out if you do / You're not easy to find / Is it possible Mr. Loveable / Is already in my life? / Right in front of me / Or maybe you're in disguise / Who doesn't long for someone to hold / Who knows how to love you without being told / Somebody tell me why I'm on my own / If there's a soulmate for everyone / Here we are again, circles never end / How do I find the perfect fit / There's enough for everyone / But I'm still waiting in line / Who doesn't long for someone to hold / Who knows how to love you without being told / Somebody tell me why I'm on my own / If there's a soulmate for everyone / If there's a soulmate for everyone / Most relationships seem so transitory / They're all good but not the permanent one / Who doesn't long for someone to hold / Who knows how to love you without being told / Somebody tell me why I'm on my own / If there's a soulmate for everyone / Who doesn't long for someone to hold / Who knows how to love you without being told / Somebody tell me why I'm on my own / If there's a soulmate for everyone / If there's a soulmate for everyone."
Ziva was running on the treadmill. Tony sighed and re-holstered his weapon.
"You know, I don't think someone who just got shot should be doing that."
She didn't make any sign that she had heard him so he repeated what he had just said, but louder.
"I don't think your doctor would approve of you doing this!"
She still didn't hear him.
He sighed and walked over by the treadmill. She noticed him and paused her ipod.
"Good morning." She said brightly.
"Morning." He returned. "I don't think your doctor would approve of you running like Road Runner."
"The little bird yes?" She asked, smiling brightly.
"Yeah. How'd you know that?"
"I know some American culture Tony. I'm not that retarded." She said scoffing.
Tony rolled his eyes.
"Is Sam a fan of Wile E. Coyote?"
"Road Runner. She likes the "mheep-mheep" sound he makes." She said smiling. "And as for running, at least I'm not running outside. You should go; Gibbs might call at any time."
"Nope, he won't." He replied smugly.
"How do you know?" She questioned.
"It's a traumatizing time for us Zee-vah."
She looked at him questionably.
"A member of Leroy Jethro Gibbs' team just got shot." He explained in mock hurt, putting a hand over his heart and bowing his head.
"Grazed." She automatically corrected.
"Shot, grazed, whatever!" He said smiling. "Members of the Boss' team get to take today off."
"Really?" She asked, skeptically.
"Maybe." He gave her one of his "DiNozzo smiles."
"You do know, Tony, that that smile has little to no affect on me."
"Really?" He asked, a hint of hurt in his voice.
"Maybe." She said, a hint of teasing in her voice. "I'm going to take a shower. You're welcome to stay here for breakfast." She started walking towards the door. Tony started to follow, until she stopped dead in her tracks. "A solo shower, DiNozzo."
She heard a whispered "Damn" before she left the room, smirking.
A/N: Hope you liked this chapter. The next one should be up soon. The song Ziva was listening/singing to was another Natasha Bedingfield song called "Soulmate." I just thought that it was fitting for Tiva. Whenever I listen to it, I think of them. You know the drill…