She chased him through the park on Tuesday. Each time she caught up, she'd jump on his back and demand information about Friday. What to where? Where were they going? What was she expected to bring? Would she be allowed to shoot anything?
He would laugh, carrying her a few steps, and refusing any answers.
"Whatever you want to wear is fine, Ziva."
"That is not helpful, Tony," she said, chasing him again as he put on a burst of speed up the hill. "I might be able to fire a gun in an evening gown, but that doesn't mean I want to."
In her frustration, she found energy and managed to take a sizable lead in their race. She gave him free reign in the kitchen and selected a movie that she knew they'd both enjoy.
Tuesday night was lovely.
Friday morning was frustrating.
The rose on her desk was a surprise.
Yellow, with red tips.
McGee had eyed the bouquet, appraising them quickly and letting a low whistle escape. "Someone's out to impress you, Ziva," he said with a kind smile. "Big plans for the night?"
She smirked in his direction and shrugged. "I am not sure what our plans are yet."
The elevator chimed and Gibbs walked around the corner, distributing coffee as he went. He paused at Ziva's desk, holding the coffee just out of her reach. "Secret admirer, Ziva?"
She met his gaze, willing herself not to blush, and refused to answer.
He chuckled, and handed her the coffee with a grin.
"Yellow's an interesting color to send someone," McGee commented after thanking Gibbs for the coffee.
"Not so interesting, McGee," Tony said, rounding the corner and straightening his tie. "Yellow means friendship."
"Ah," Ziva nodded. "Is that so?"
"Not just friendship, Tony," McGee's fingers flew across his keyboard. "According to this, it can mean 'falling in love,' 'welcome back,' and 'promises of things to come.' Maybe Ziva's admirer has bigger intentions than friendship."
Gibbs chuckled. "He could have worst taste in women."
"Thank you, Gibbs." She pushed her hair over her shoulder and watched Tony.
"But he'd better make sure his intentions are clear. Mossad or not, any woman getting mixes signals is not one I want around me." Gibbs continued. His phone rang and he flipped it open with his thumb. "Yeah; Gibbs."
Ziva and McGee laughed while Tony swallowed audibly.
Gibbs' phone shut with a loud click- the noise startling the team from their good mood. He moved towards the elevator, the eyes of his team on his back. "Grab your gear. We've got an ensign on life support in Bethesda."