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Idioms. Ziva had her own hilarious take on these #Zivaisms. Tony loved nothing better than correcting her ~ Debs
It started off as any normal day at NCIS Headquarters. The team were at their desks, Agent Gibbs up giving a report to Director Shepherd. This gave Tony the perfect opportunity to tease the new addition and her incompetence of the English language. There was just something about Ziva David that made him want to play around with her like a schoolboy teasing the girls. He didn't care if she found it annoying. He just had to make sure he didn't cross the line and tick her off otherwise, well, with her being Mossad and all, who knows what would happen. Ziva sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Do we always have this much paperwork after a case?" McGee nodded as he typed away on his keyboard. "Pretty much." "It's apparently required Miss David." Tony said to her, giving one of his charming grins. Ziva just stared at him, though a smile tugged just slightly at the corners of her mouth as she looked at him Ziva wasn't thoroughly impressed by his DiNozzo charm, as Tony put it. "I see you have comes through your spiky porku-..Porcus-..." She snapped her fingers and noticed McGee as he mouths 'porcupine' to her and Ziva says slowly-"Spiky Porcu-pine hair." Tony leaned forward and rested his chin on his right hand. "Forgot the name already huh." Ziva shrugged. "I have not seen your American version but I have seen the ones in Africa." Tony only nodded as he and McGee pulled out their lunch. Tony had cold pizza, to which Ziva made a disgusted face to. "You are not going to warm it up in the tiny-wave?" Tony smirked as he chewed after taking a large bite, his right cheek sticking out some. "It's microwave. And no. Leftover pizza is just as good cold. Doesn't taste the same if you reheat it." McGee just rolled his eyes as he ate his bowl of salad he had brought. "Yep, it's good for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Even a midnight snack for all kinds of refrigerator invaders." Ziva chuckled, smiling. "Hm, does that include pregnant women?"
At this phrase McGee paused in kid chew as he saw Ziva and Tony stare at each other. But then he remembered last months undercover op where his coworkers were a married couple. Tony was not lost on the memories as his eyes darkened and he made a purring sound. Ziva cocked her eyebrow and then pulled out her lunch. A lamb sub like sandwich. "So besides paperwork what else are we doing today?" Tony shrugged. "That depends on what Gibbs has for us." Ziva nodded. "I know that, Tony. What I meant was, what do you do for fun, around here." Tony stared at her. "You? Fun?" Ziva leaned forward. "As a matter of fact yes, I can have fun. Going to the beach, reading, when I was little I played with my cousins on the slip and slime." "Slip and slide." Tony corrected her and Ziva shrugged it off. "Yes, that. I also liked taking bat naps and-." "Cat naps." He interrupted her and Ziva paused before speaking again. She squinted her eyes. "Do you enjoy correcting my English?" "Only when it suits me." DiNozzo responded. "What else did you do as a kid?" Ziva shrugged. "Not much. Went fishing, exploring, also took karate and judo. Sometime later I then joined Mossad and was trained in all that it has to offer." They were interrupted by Gibbs' desk phone ringing. The agents exchanged glances as the same question was going through their minds. Which one of them should get it? "Well it is not going to ring forever." Ziva commented and rose from her seat, walking around to the phone and picked it up. "Special Agent Gibbs' desk." She answered. "No he is not available at the moment, I can take a message." She spoke to whomever was on the other side. "I understand it is urgent but he is meeting with our director-" "No I'm not."
Gibbs had suddenly materialized, taking his desk phone receiver from sivas hand. "Yeah, Gibbs...Uh-huh." Ziva moved out from behind the older mans desk and went by Tony, sneaking a glance at him. "I'm going to get something from the juice box." "Vending machine." Tony said as he got up, following her. Ziva glanced at him once she was sure hey we're out of sight and earshot of their coworkers. She paused and turned to DiNozzo. "You could have warned me." She hissed quietly at him, moving her hair back from her face. Tony smiled. "What and miss out on your failed ninja skills, sweet cheeks?" Ziva lifted up a finger. "Do not call me that." Tony smirked as they made their way to the vending machine. "Why? It was from a very, very, intimate moment, was it not?" As he said this Tony had positioned himself behind Ziva, taking in her scent, gently placing his hands on her hips. Ziva smirked and leaned her neck to the side as she felt him behind her. "You are not wrong..it was.." She paused as someone walked by, then she continued. "intimate."
She felt him lean close enough to where the entire front of his body covered the back of hers. "And I don't believe that is currently your knee." Tony smirked, resting his chin on her shoulder. "That's because it isn't." He purred and Ziva let out a small gasp as she felt his hands snake around her waist, rubbing up against her from behind. Tony knew this always got her going, wanting him, needing him, fully. "Tonight, my place." She moaned quietly as she spoke when he kissed the side of her neck. "Seven o'clock." Tony nuzzled her with his nose, giving a small moan as he felt her hand reach around and squeeze his but cheek. "You can count on it." He gently pressed a kiss to her neck before leaving her closeness, Ziva immediately missing his presence. Ziva let out a slightly heavy breath and swallowed, glancing over her shoulder and watching her partners retreating form. She licked her lips and chuckled to herself as she couldn't help that this man, this Tony DiNozzo, whom she barely knew had this effect on her. And she was sure she had an effect on him as he seemed to not keep his hands to himself.
Well the rest of the day went on not too bad, other than Tony teasing Ziva about her idioms, and driving. She ended up having to pull over so DiNozzo could get out and throw up in the ditch on the side of the road. "Why so green Tony?" She chided at him when he groggily got back in, bucking up. "Remind me to never drive with you just after eating." He mumbled and Ziva laughed. "You can handle some gruesome cases but you cannot handle a simple drive to the crime scene." Tony glances at her, a hand on his stomach. "With you at the wheel this is not a simple drive." Ziva smirked. "Would you like a basket?" She chided as she kept her eyes on the road. "Bucket." He corrected. Ziva made a face as she went on a curve. "Oh that just frogs me." T: Frosts, it's frosts.
Z: Frost? Tony it's not winter!
T: Ziva it's just an expression. I don't even exactly get it.
Z: Well this drive is starting off just fine and pansy.
T: Dandy.
Z: When we get back remind me to tape your mouth shut.
T: With what scotch tape, duct tape, super glue?
Z: Would you rather I cancel tonight?
Tony's eyes widened and he looked to her. "You wouldn't." Ziva swallowed. "If you don't zipper it up I will. And your 'not knee', will have to suffer." Tony made a puppy dog face and clamped his mouth shut. Ziva smiled with satisfaction...That is until someone cut her off on the road and-"Hey watch how you're driving you-!" Tony reached over and honked the horn to blot out her scream as she cursed in Hebrew. They had made it to the crime scene, Ziva parking the car as the place was already taped off as McGee and Gibbs looked up from gathering evidence in the surrounding area. "Well look who finally showed up." Tim commented when Ziva and a green faced Tony stepped out. "There was traffic." Ziva said simply so I tried an alternate route. Tony then veered to the right and went to a nearby bush, the sound of vomiting soon heard and Ziva made a grimaced/disgusted face. "Is he always like that?" She asked as she came near, getting her gloves on and adjusting her hat. "So far only with you driving." Gibbs responded, smirking and Ziva fave an annoyed glance then went on to do her part in processing the crime scene.
Sorry if this chap wasn't much. More to come. This story doesn't exactly follow a timeline or anything weather it has small bits from the actual show that I tweaked to make it more like Tiva or completely made up ones. Either way I hope you are enjoying my stories as well as going through my Tiva favorites list. Read and review..please.