Ziva couldn't help but run her fingers alomg it. It was just so. Supple and soft and she could just imagine how comfy it would be...
She nodded decisively. Yes. She was going to buy it. Quickly checking that she got the right one, she pulled it off the shelf and made her way towards the check out. A few minutes later and it was bought and safely in her bag. Perfect.
It was a sweater. A nice, woolen one that was luxuriously soft and, more importantly, kept the heat in. The perfect combination, in her mind. Especially not that the weather was getting colder by the day. Something she despised. Already she was impatient for the warm weather of summer. Summer, not Spring even though Tony claimed that the weather was comfortbaly warm then. He was lying, it was not.
Ziva shivered as she left the shop, the cold wind whipping around her. Sometimes she wished she could bring the desert to her on days like this. It was cold and still raining slightly from today's earlier storm. Very depressing.
The next morning, Ziva took the sweater out of the bag (it had stayed in there all night, forgotten after a long day at work) and held it up against her. Yes, she would wear it today. It wasn't like she was saving it for a special occasion or anything so she could wear it to work. And it was supposed to be cold today so if they had to go to a crime scene then this would help keep her nice and warm which was always a good thing.
She pulled it over her head and enjoyed the feel of it against her skin for a brief moment before she got herself ready for work.
It turned out that today was the perfect day to wear it too. The temperature had been dropping steadily for the last few days - though she had been complaining about the temperature since the start of this month - and it had seemed to reach a new low today. Definitely perfect weather for a sweater. And her coat and scarf. Adding a hat might be a bit too much, however.
She didn't really think much more of it as she went into work, except for tugging the back down as she took her coat off because her bag had made it scrunch up. She let her fingers run through, revelling on the softenness one more time, before starting work with a sigh. Why did there have to be so many emails? And most of them did not even require a response.
About an hour later she had finished a report and got up to print it out. Of course the printer failed to work properly, even after giving it a thump, so she had had to call the facilities department. They always responded to her quickly, much to Tony and McGee's confusion. Apparently Facilities would do a lot of things quickly if it meant preventing you from breaking something. So she was able to print her report fairly quickly. It turned out that there had been somehing wrong with the toner? Ziva was not sure. All that she cared about was that she got her report printed. The Facilities person scuttled away with a scared look on his face before she could thank him. She shrugged at the strangeness of some people and returned to her desk, report in hand. She just needed to sign it and then put it on Gibbs' desk and that would be another task done.
"New sweater?" Tony asked, briefly looking her up and down.
How he knew enough about her clothes to recognise this as being new was something that Ziva didn't want to think too much about. Though, she should not really be surprised because she was aware of how much her partner stared at her. She did the same thing, after all. And she had known that last week he had been wearing new pants. She just hadn't commented on them. Was it really necessary for him to comment on her sweater?
"Yes."
"Huh. Looks nice," he said, looking her up and down again.
"Toda," she said absentmindedly as she answered an email.
He was still staring at her, she could feel it, but she decided to ignore him. She answered a further two emails and he hadnt moved. He needed a distraction.
"Look what Abby sent me," she said, gesturing at her computer, granting him permission to look.
He leaned over her, trying to read the text on the screen. He shook his head at Abby's antics.
"Surprised there was no gif with that one," he said, brushing against her as he straightened up.
"Hey, that's soft."
"What is soft?"
"Your sweater," he reached out a hand to run it along her arm only for it to be swatted away. "Really soft."
"That is why I bought it."
"Huh. Nice."
"Thank you?" Ziva didn't know what else to say to that.
What did you say when your partner basically stroked your arm and said your sweater was soft? Okay, that made it sound creepier than it actually was but you got her point.
Tony didn't say anything further as he returned to his desk, confusing her further
Tony wasn't sure why he had commented on Ziva's sweater like that. He just had. And it was true what he said. It was nice and soft. He just wasn't sure why he felt like he had to comment on it, however. But he did and he had actually stroked Ziva's arm as well. Seriosuly, why had be done that? And why hadn't she done anything to him because of it?
He shook his head. He had obviously gone crazy because that was the only way he could explain his actions. Over a sweater of all things.
Though, on that note, why weren't men's sweaters never like that? Sure, they were comfortable but they were never that soft. That was just unfair.
