Breaking Rule #1
Ziva walked up and down in the living room. It was almost 11 pm and she wanted to go to bed. But she could not. Tony was not there and now she had problems not to break rule number one. When they had started dating they agreed on a few rules to follow. They had actually two rules number one. One he made for her and one she made for him.
Of course she understood the reason for his rule. This old habit of her could be very annoying especially because she had a light sleep.
But this was not fair. She'd never find out if he had broken it when he was not there but he could find out. Tony had left DC yesterday to visit his father and said he would be back today or tomorrow. Well, she had broken the rule last night, because she knew he would not know. But if he came home this night, he might find out.
She looked at her gun and hesitated again. It was not that she was afraid of being alone, no it was just an old habit and what did they say? Old habits die strong… or was it hard?
No matter. She took the gun and went to the bedroom just to come out two minutes later, placing the gun on the coffee table. She sat down on the sofa and looked at it. Then she had an idea. She went to bedroom again and took her blanket and Tony's pillow with her to the couch. There she made herself comfortable. The gun still on the table.
She grinned. Even if Tony would come home tonight he would not be able to be mad. Because she did not break his rule number one: "No weapons in the bedroom."