As they pulled up to the restaurant, Ziva made sure that her hair and make-up was in place, and that Tony did not have any pink smudges on his face or any other part of his body from her lipstick. Ziva hated to admit it, but, while getting ready in Ziva's apartment, there hadn't been a moment longer than two minutes where they weren't kissing each other's brains out.
"Good, yes?"
"You look beautiful." Tony smiled, and then automatically leaned in for a kiss when Ziva promptly stopped him, placing her hands on his shoulders.
"I have already fixed my make-up, for the tenth time this evening." She smiled, "I do not want to fix it again." She stared up at the restaurant that Director David had invited them…uh…her to. The Inn at Little Washington. Of course he had to pick one of the most expensive restaurants in the DC area, but that was only to be expected. This was the Director of Mossad.
"You nervous?" Tony's voice broke through her thoughts, and she turned to look at him before grabbing his hand in hers and giving it a squeeze.
"Not with you around. Papa and Michael are already there." She said, "We must be going."
Tony nodded as they got out of the car. She wrapped her shawl tighter around her before taking Tony's outstretched hand in hers and starting up the path towards the restaurant. She looked at his attire and smiled, "What?" Tony asked, smiling back.
"You look handsome in that tuxedo, Tony." she said, rather seductively, he might have added.
"Well you always look great, but today…" He leaned into her and whispered into her ear, "You look beautiful. A goddess."
"Shut up, Tony." She said as they walked into the restaurant. She let go of his hand as she told them her father's name. The woman nodded and then led them towards a separate, private table in a different room that was off of the main floor, "Stay behind me." She murmured, and Tony nodded, slowing down to walk behind the Israeli. He didn't mind, he rather liked staring at her ass. However, he looked up when he spotted Director David and Michael Rivkin, sitting at a table away from the rest of the dining area.
Director David spotted them, and all Tony could think of was shit, for the Director looked like he wanted to murder him, or Ziva, "Ziva!" Director David exclaimed, "What is Anthony DiNozzo doing here?"
"Gibbs did not think it wise to let me come here by myself." She lied, quickly. Tony knew that she had memorized the lie in her head, and she had been reciting it over and over again in between kisses, "He sent Tony in, it is not my fault."
"Yeah, boss has very strict rules." Tony smiled at Director David before Ziva's heart completely stopped, and she looked down at the ground. Rules…rule twelve…Tony and I are breaking rule twelve! She couldn't believe it just occurred to her. She had been making-out with him for almost two hours, and she couldn't believe that she just thought of it right now.
Director David sighed, "Fine. If it is for Agent Gibbs, then it is fine." He sent a death glare at Tony as Ziva chose the seat next to her father and Tony chose the seat next to Michael. Ziva instantly felt bad for her partner. He had to sit next to Michael, "So, Ziva, darling, tell me, how has NCIS been treating you?"
She took a quick glance up at Tony, "NCIS has been one of the best things that has happened to me. Honestly." She said, smiling at her father, but it was one of those closed smiles, the ones you show to people you don't really like.
"Are you sure you like NCIS, or just the people in it?"
"Oh, I love both. NCIS has some interesting cases." She chuckled, remembering a few, "But they have brought me thrills and some of them even touched me."
"Your heart?" Eli raised his eyebrows and Ziva looked down at the tablecloth.
"Yes. They have touched my heart. But some of them….some of them have brought a good amount of stress, but that is only to be expected from the agency."
"And the people?"
"My family." She turned and smiled at Tony, "All of them. I love them all. I would do anything for them."
"Die for them, Ziva?"
She took in a deep breath before answering, "Yes. Die for them."
"Who would you die for first, Ziva? Agent Gibbs? Agent McGee? Agent DiNozzo?" Ziva took in another deep breath, turning to look at Tony for a moment before looking back at her father.
"Well since-"
Breaking the tension that seemed to be looming in the air over them, the waiter came up and took their orders. Eli insisted on an appetizer, and Ziva had the sickening feeling that he ordered it just so that he because he wanted more time to interrogate Tony, just by the little 'twinkle' he had in his eye. When the drinks were brought out, Tony had to resist the urge to ask if someone had slipped something into his water...like Michael or Eli, but he decided that since Ziva's dad didn't like him to begin with, accusing him of poising food or drink was not a very smart option.
"So, tell me, Anthony DiNozzo." He said, taking a sip from his drink.
"Yes, sir?"
"How exactly did you convince my daughter to fall in love with you?" Tony nearly chocked on his drink. He managed to swallow it before he coughed a couple of times and then quickly captured Ziva's feet between his feet, as if it was equivalent to holding her hand.
"Uh…Director David, your daughter and I have been working together for almost four years now. When you are always watching the other's back, always looking out for the other, always saving the other's life…" He turned his attention back to Ziva, staring her straight into the eyes, "When you place your lives into each other's hands, every day…it's inevitable."
"I see." The Director mumbled unhappily before glancing up at Michael. For Tony and Ziva, the appetizer could not have come quick enough. Ziva knew that she had to make it up to Tony, for dragging him into all of this…she wondered just how much he'd want to crawl into bed with her when they finished with this already disastrous dinner. But once she thought about it again, she realized that Tony never, ever said no to sex.
Thankfully, for Tony, Ziva gradually changed the subject to other topics such as training in Mossad, Al Qaeda Terrorist groups, and military attack plans. Her partner thought it was going to be boring, but, to be honest, it was rather interesting. To see Ziva communicate with her father made him realize just what she meant when she said 'In my world, you grow up….fast. You have no choice.' Somehow, the conversation drifted back to her and Tony's relationship, much to both of their discontent, but by the time that it came back to their relationship, the waiter had already put the bill onto the table.
Tony couldn't wait to get out of there. He had never felt so uncomfortable next to Michael and across from Director David. He also didn't know that he could eat his food as well as receive death glares from Officer Rivkin as well as Director David. He honestly didn't know which one scared him the most.
Suddenly, he was aware of Ziva standing up, along with Michael and Eli. We're leaving! Yes! He thought as he stood up as well, straightening his jacket.
He placed two hands on her shoulders, "We still have a little business to clear up with Director Vance before Michael and I head by back to Israel in a couple of days. Should not stay long."
"That is fine, papa." She said, smiling.
"Kisses for your father." He said, as he kissed her forehead.
Ziva broke away and then turned to Tony, who extended his arm out to her in a gentleman-like manner, "Shalom, Michael, Papa. Lailah Tov." She started to walk away, quickly turning to look at Tony and translating her words through her eyes.
"Ziva." Eli called, and she stopped, turning around.
"Yes, papa?"
"It seems that I have only managed to find a hotel room with one bed, therefore Michael does not have a place to stay. Would you mind him staying at your apartment for the night?"
Ziva wanted to say no, she wanted to so badly, but she knew that it was going to hurt her father if she said no, and he was obviously disappointed with her for falling in love with Tony. She sighed, "Papa I-"
"Thank you, Ziva." He smiled and then let it frown as his eyes landed on Tony, "Goodbye, Anthony."
"Good night, Director David." Tony nodded.
"Follow me home, Michael." Ziva said as they quickly left the restaurant.
"You didn't have to do that." Tony said to his partner once he was sure they were out of earshot.
"What? Accept my father's invitation to dinner?"
"No, let Rivkin come home with you. That means I can't come home with you…"
"Who said you could not? It will be fun to coy with his mind, yes?"
"Toy, Ziva, the term is toy with his mind. And sure, I'm always up for a little game."
"Of course." She smiled, laughing as they made it to Ziva's Mini Cooper. She took a loving glance at Tony before they both got into the car. She noticed Michael and Eli walking out of the restaurant and down the path, towards their car before she realized something as Tony's warm hand found hers.
No sex tonight.