Jan 13
"Dreams and memories are there to protect you from the dull and savage days." - Vernon Coleman
Anthony DiNozzo took pride in his appearance.
Ever since he'd learnt the valuable lesson that women noticed a man wearing good clothes and who made an effort, it seemed pretty obvious with what he had to do. Working at the Navy Yard only required smart dress as necessary attire instead of a uniform, just like the majority of other jobs. Unless you were Abby of course.
Paperwork finished for the evening, the agent felt no need to rush home. Ziva had left a little while before with plans to attend her weekly martial arts class. McGee was down visiting Abby, helping her with the backlog of evidence from numerous cold cases the Director wanted to look at.
Just like normal, Tony stretched his legs across the desk, leant back in his chair and closed his eyes. The squad room had long since been his favorite place to think. Daydream. Five weeks without a date was extremely unusual for him, although he felt no urge to find one and that scared him a little.
Things were different since Ziva had returned from Somalia. Tony acted differently around her, noticing details he wouldn't have before. She hadn't bought herself a Berry Mango Madness since her return, so he'd got her one that morning, just to make her smile. She let her hair fall down her shoulders instead of tying it up; it suited her. He wondered if she'd been the one to choose the perfume she wore or if it had been a present.
Ziva didn't wear anything usually; he would have noticed.
Flipping open his cell phone, he decided to find out for himself it she was taking good care of herself. Getting her voicemail, he checked the time. Her class still had another fifteen minutes.
"Agent David, I think we need a movie and pizza night. My treat with no secret agenda, I promise. I'll be there to pick you up in twenty minutes, my crazy ninja chick."