Second Chance
"You know, Nathan asked me to marry him three times." the girlfriend of the dead man looks down at his body mirthlessly. "I thought it was too soon. He was rushing things." she crosses her arms wipes a few stray tears from her eyes. "If we had just gotten married...moved away like he planned..."
Ziva gives her a sympathetic look before the woman's eyes meet hers.
"If you're ever given a second chance, take it." the woman says softly.
She closes her eyes. More tears spill out from underneath her eyelids. Ziva slowly escorts her out of autopsy.
With a slam of his file cabinet, Tony turns off his desk lamp and grabs his stuff. McGee is long gone and Gibbs is up in the director's office. He heads towards the elevator, stopping at Ziva's desk.
"I'm gunna go get a drink. I could use a companion." he smiles.
"Retrievers are good for that." she eyes him slyly, her fingers still typing away.
He chuckles sarcastically. "I'll buy."
She stops typing and looks up at him. "No thank you Tony."
He quickly licks his lips and nods, heading towards the elevator. But something makes him back up, and before he even gives it a second thought his feet are leading him backwards towards her desk.
"You sure?"
She looks up at him with a sigh.
The mourning woman's words ring through her head.
Ziva looks him in the eye, softly.
"Fine." she smiles.
He's caught off guard, having been expecting to be politely rejected or threatened of bodily harm. And he smiles a proud smile as he waits for her to collect her stuff.
"One drink." she assures him.
Or maybe two.
So?
Review.
And give me a few more ideas. I'm running low on juice and these times around I'm just using reject scenes from my other fics.