Warning: Post Aliyah
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, and I probably never will. But you'll know if I ever do.
TIVA
Rated T for later chapters
I want to thank GardenRiver and Lady Grace of Masbolle for being the only two to review my first chapter, those two reviews meant a lot to me. And they are the one's who made this second chapter happen.
~.~.~ - Tony's POV - ~.~.~
I thought she'd ignore my request for a second chance. I really did. But she accepted with out hesitating. Maybe she was drugged. That's always a possibility. Or maybe she was secretly sipping a few drinks, like I suspect Gibbs does when we're not on a case. But I don't think she was herself when she decided to forgive me. Now she would feel bad to take it back. Either way, I don't care. She forgave me and doesn't seem too resentful. She might be a little though, considering how much I've been talking to her. I must annoy her some, but I did before. She must have expected it!
I watch her as she walks into the office, she seemed happy today. God, I hope she doesn't have a date.
"Good morning Ziva!" she looks suspiciously at me, I assume because of my enthusiasm. "Why so happy? You don't have a date tonight, do you?" she laughs at me.
"No Tony, I do not. It is just a good day, yes?" Thank God! I thought for a minute she might.
"Oh, then would you like to come over? We could watch a movie and have dinner." I can't believe I just asked her that.
"That sounds wonderful Tony, but I happen to have other plans tonight. Maybe Thursday?" Damn it. Now she expects me to wait three days. What other plans could she possibly have? Don't push it DiNozzo, you don't want it to go back the way it was.
"Oh yeah, sure. Thursday will work." I think she can hear the disappointment because her smile fades a little. I feel a little bad now.
"Gear up!" Gibbs yells from coming out the elevator. "Dead petty officer!" Great. This sucks even more. It won't be a slow day, so not much conversation with Ziva unless it's something important to the case. I won't be able to annoy McGee or Ziva without getting a smack on the back of my head. I never really understood why he does that. I mean, I would think it's totally illegal. But I guess Gibbs doesn't really care about the rules unless they're his.
Gibbs is such a damn mystery. If I knew I wouldn't get caught, I'd have McGee look up everything about him. Ziva and him have always seemed pretty close. Maybe I'll ask her. When we get closer of course. When she actually trusts me.
I wonder if someone's been drugging me. When I think of Ziva, I don't think of sex. Which is strange, considering how attractive she is.
And then I snap out of it with the smack on the back of the head.
"DiNozzo! What the hell are you doing? I said gear up!" I immediately stand up, grab my pack and run to the elevator. Gibbs had beaten me there and Ziva and McGee were waiting in the elevator. I get so damn preoccupied with my thoughts sometimes. It annoys the hell out of me!
We finally arrive at the crime scene and we start investigating. This petty officer had one hell of a home. I don't know how she afforded it. I feel like I'm in Indecent Proposal. With that giant living room. Except of course, this one has blood all over it. I'd love to live in a place like this. But all I've got is my tiny apartment compared to this place.
Ducky starts to go on about some boring story again and I slowly make my way into the kitchen where I, of course, find Ziva.
"Well hello, Zee-vah." I love saying her name like that. She pretends she hates it, but I know she really loves it. I caught her smile a few times after I've said it.
"Hello Tony. Come looking for some food?" I give her a fake laugh, even though it's a thing most people would think I'd do.
"No of course not, I was looking for the bar." and she laughs a little. Even though it really wasn't the best of jokes. But I had to keep the conversation going, and I couldn't think of any other way to keep it going.
"Does Ducky know the time of death?" I love it when she tries to keep the conversation going, by asking some kind of question totally different than the subject we were on before.
"I don't know. I snuck out of there when he started telling another story." she laughs a little more this time. Her laugh makes me smile.
"We had better get back to work then, so Gibbs does not get mad." now I'm disappointed again. But I guess she's right.
"Yeah, I guess we should." I go back to the living room and start snapping some pictures, while I wait anxiously for Thursday.
So I've thought of my excuse for the slight OOC-ness. Because I know it's there. It's post Aliyah! They must have changed at least a little. My excuse sucks. But oh well.
Review please? Even if you hate it. Tell me why?
Tell me where you want this story to go. Because I have a few ideas right now.
Sorry it's short, I don't want to carry it on too long. And it's too early for anything big to happen, in my opinion.