Admittedly this is not my best one but I used the blind date story already so this is my second best idea. *shrugs* and keep those lists coming. I plan on doing as many Tiva stories as I can after this one. Even though Tiva is basically over *sad face*...happy Wednesday.

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Shadchan – Matchmaker

He walked in to the restaurant, her arm in his, a bright smile on his face. She looked up at him with those saucy chocolate brown eyes that told him they wouldn't be staying for dessert. He approached the hostess. "Table for DiNozzo."

"Tony?" He turned to see his Israeli co-worker on the arm of a charming – tall, crazy tall – man.

"What are you doing?" They spoke in unison.

"What are you doing here?" They spoke again but Ziva lifted a finger and Tony shut his mouth.

"I'm here on a date. I assume you are as well." He nodded, keeping his eyes on her and his lips shut. "Okay."

"Do you two know each other?" Ziva was this close to rolling her eyes at his date's question.

"We work together."

Before any more could be said the hostess called out. "DiNozzo. David." Their tables were ready.

They ended up sitting next to each other. Great. The waitress noticed their uneasy looks. "Is there something wrong?"

Tony leaned forward, pasting on his most charming smile. "Is there nowhere else we can sit?"

She blushed and looked genuinely apologetic. "I'm sorry Mr. DiNozzo but we're completely booked up. You and your friend have the only available tables."

"His friend?" Ziva squeaked from beside him.

"Well yes, you and Mr. DiNozzo worked at the same time, I just assumed"

"Well you know what happens when you assume." Ziva muttered under her breath but they all heard her.

"Behave." Tony warned, earning a curious glare from her date. He tried to ignore it and smile at their hostess. "It's fine, thank you." Oh the poor girl looked so relieved after Ziva lost her angry glare. She smiled brightly and walked away before she could get insulted any further. "Ziva, she was just doing her job."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it." She grumbled.

Tony leaned into her, concerned. "Hey, what's up?"

"I'm sorry, Tony" she lowered her voice "but I do not want to be on a date with you sitting right beside me."

"I take it you two used to date?" Tony almost rolled his eyes at her date.

"No." They answered in unison, making their dates jump. "Sorry."

Tony tried to smile at her but to be honest, he was really uncomfortable being on a date with someone who wasn't Ziva. "Let's just get through tonight." He pleaded. Slowly she nodded.

She laughed, coming back to the couch with two bottles of beer. "Do you remember that horrible date?" She passed him the bottle while he reread the invitation.

"I thought it turned out well." He clinked their bottles before taking a swig.

"Eventually yes, they did get married but it was very uncomfortable."

She curled into his side and wrapped his arms around her. "Agreed. It was very nice of them to invite us to the wedding giving we only met them the one time." He placed his bottle on the table in front of them so he could really look at her. "But I was talking more about us." He kissed her nose.

She tried not to smile at his sentimentality. "We would have been together with or without the awkward date." She conceded. "It might have taken a bit longer but we made it."

"That we did." He placed a sweet kiss on her lips and yes, she melted. "Happy Anniversary, Ziva."

"Happy Anniversary, Tony."