Here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it!
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Chp 6
Ziva felt her heart cracking again, as she stumbled over the stones on the pathway, on the way back to the hotel. Tony…she was too late. Yet how could he do this to her? He had said he loved her so much…but then, look at him now! Cheating on her! With a girl…that girl was beautiful. How could Ziva ever beat her?
"Typical girl DiNozzo would go for," she muttered to herself, angrily kicking a piece of gravel, sending it flying onto a car, setting off the alarm. Ziva didn't notice, she just kept on walking with resentment pounding in her head.
When she finally reached the hotel, she stopped. She couldn't go in like this. Ziva tried the best to clean herself up. She ran her fingers through her messy, frizzy hair, and tried to remove any trace of tears from the skin under her eyes. She was a Mossad officer for crying out loud!
Ziva walked into the hotel lobby casually. Her face was stony smooth. Noticing that Gibbs and McGee were not in the lobby, her heart lifted slightly. She suddenly dashed into the women's bathroom, alarming a few people.
Ziva grabbed a handful of paper towels, and turned the tap on. She wet the towels, and began wiping the delicate skin under her eyes. Soon, the tear tracks were gone, but her eyes were still puffy and red. That could not be helped. She wet her hair, and ran her fingers through it once more. She got a few spare elastics from her pocket and did her hair into a loose ponytail. At least she looked slightly more presentable. But the eyes….
She was going out to get sunglasses.
"Well, I'll see you really soon, won't I, Anthony?" Antonia stretched out Tony's full name in her usual fashion, and began to tuck a stray mahogany curl behind her ear, but Tony caught her hand and did it for her. Tony smiled dazzlingly.
"How about lunch tomorrow at noon, sweet cheeks?" Tony asked, stroking her forehead. Antonia laughed.
"Sure thing, hairy," Toni loved the old nicknames they used to use for one another, "What about at…hmm…The Sea Dragon?"
"Sure thing! So at noon….I'll miss you Toni-bear," Tony kissed Toni and twirled the curl behind her ear, making it even curlier. Antonia laughed, and gently slapped his hand.
"Love you, Anthony. See you!" Antonia lifted a slim hand in farewell, then with a sweet laugh, flounced off, her blue skirt lifting slightly, and giving Tony one last cheeky wink. Tony smiled at Antonia happily; he had missed his little Toni in America. He turned, and then suddenly saw a very familiar person at a small vendor's cart. It was Ziva…buying a pair of sunglasses? Since when did she wear them?
Ziva chose a pair of sunglasses. "Dior"…but it was probably fake, as it was only ten dollars…pounds…whatever.
"I would like those, please," Ziva flashed a smile at the vendor. He was actually quite young…and quite attractive.
"Here you go. That will be ten pounds please," the vendor smiled back, "And what may be your name, madam?" Ziva pulled out a ten pound note and handed it over.
"Ziva," she replied flirtatiously.
"Exotic beauty, I see. I'm Tommy," he handed over the glasses, "Well, I hope to see you again, Zee-vah." The way Tommy had stretched out her name suddenly reminded Ziva of Tony and gave her heart a slight pang. She hastily rearranged her features in a matter of nanoseconds.
"Bye, Tommy," Ziva pushed the sunglasses on and walked off with a small wave to Tommy, who was standing there gazing after her. Flirting with a man made her feel slightly better but….
"Tony!" she gasped. Tony was walking next to her.
"Hey, Zee-vah. Why do you have sunglasses?" Tony asked curiously. After recovering from her moment off shock, she turned back into Mossad and her face became stony smooth. She shut herself in.
"Ziva?" Tony poked her. Not a very bright idea. She pushed a pressure point, and Tony yelped in pain. Ziva then ran off at the speed of light, leaving Tony standing there, utterly confused.
Next chp there will be a slight bit of JIBBS...couldn't resist! Review please!