AN: No, I'm not dead. Just injured. But you should all be happy I'm injured, because I've been benched for the last week in soccer, so I had time to write. Yeah, the last week of soccer and I threw out my knee. I'm kinda depressed because I didn't get to play the last game of my senior year, but luckily it's nothing too serious (I was so worried I had torn my ACL) so I just have to stretch really well and it should get better.
Okay, I need to explain myself, because I've been doing the worst job on updating. So soccer started four months ago, which is why I haven't been updating, and now track is starting, and, knee permitting, I want to do that. That's why my story is at a sort of stand still right now. I promise I'm not giving up on it. Make sure you read my AN at the end, and I will see what you guys want me to do with it, updates wise.
Disclaimer: I'm not that rich.
Ziva glanced nervously at Tony. Talk about mossad? Her childhood? Her life? No, she couldn't do that. Everything that was the past was behind her, and she wanted to keep it that way.
Tony saw a worried look on Ziva's face as she caught his eye for a split second. The lazy grin that had etched itself onto his face when he heard that he may be one of the few people lucky enough to hear even a little bit about Ziva's past slipped a few notches. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"Umm..." He started, not sure what to say or do to stop this. His brain was still a little fuzzy from painkillers.
Noticing Tony was trying to stand up for his partner, Anita quickly tried reassuring Ziva, "Ziva, you are in a safe place here. It's okay to open up."
Ziva looked down at her hands and twiddled her thumbs, trying to think of a good scapegoat to get out of this conversation. Nothing. Any valid topics of conversation were evading her conscience mind... well, except one, but she wasn't about to blurt out she was in love with Tony just to get out of talking about what she did as a child.
"Well," Ziva started, "I am not going to pretend it wasn't difficult growing up with your father as the deputy director of Mossad, but it wasn't as different as you'd think. I still went to school, had friends-"
"My ninja had friends?!" Tony interrupted teasingly.
"You find that surprising?" She asked, looking at him in a way that made him want to run for his life, and turned him on a little simultaneously.
"I'm just a little surprised all the other kids weren't scared of you."
"Don't judge other people just because you are scared of me, Tony."
"I'm not-"
"Ha! Sure you are not," Ziva said, the entire time her eyes not leaving Tony's.
Pretending like she didn't see the intense look that passed between the partners, Anita decided to continue the questioning, "What about the whole 'you're in Mossad' thing? How does that fit into your childhood?"
Still lost in Tony's eyes barely recognized the question, "I am sorry, what did you say?"
"You're in Mossad," she smirked, "How did that fit into your childhood?"
"It did not. In Israel, everyone has to grow up fast. All my training did was give me the power to keep myself safe instead of counting on others to do it for me."
"Is there anything you regret about that?"
Ziva furrowed her eyebrows and thought carefully before answering, "No, there is nothing that I can think of."
"Does your history ever affect your partnership with Tony?"
Ziva glanced over at Tony as she answered, "No.... Not that I know of." No matter how he acted, or how long they had been working together, Ziva could never be entirely sure about what Tony really thought, at least about serious matters. She knew him well enough to know most of his jokes were just a clever facade to conceal what he was really thinking, and he really was quite good at it.
Tony noticed Ziva looking at him, and began to feel nervous under the intense gaze, "Nope," he said, trying his best to ignore her, "no problems whatsoever, if she did go through all that as a kid, today she wouldn't be the ninja we know and love."
No matter the slightly uncomfortable look on his face, Ziva could tell the sincerity behind his words, and almost blushed. Noticing this, Tony's eyes lit up and he stared at her for a few seconds, hoping to see her give in and allow the blood to rush to her cheeks, but was disappointed.
Then, noticing the time, his eyes lit up, yet again, "So," he said, "it's been like, an hour, can we go now?"
"Yes, I suppose it is about time to leave." Anita said sadly, not wanting to let her favorite pair walk out the door.
"Sweet!" Tony said excitedly, jumping up and all but running for the door, "Come on Sweetcheeks, let's go see if there's still anything to eat. I'm starving."
"Wait!!" Ralph called after them, causing Tony to groan, just as Ziva caught up to him at the door, "There's one more thing before you go. At the end of these session, we would like to see you two hug, to assure there are no negative emotions that leave this room."
Tony scoffed for a moment, until he narrowed his eyes mischievously on a sudden inspiration, grabbed Ziva's hand, and pulled her to him kissing her full on the mouth, after which he winked at the shocked therapists and walked cheerfully out of the room, leaving an even more shocked Ziva standing in the doorway, her cheeks a deep red.
A/N: Okay, now, you have a couple choices:
1. I just "forget" about the story until summer, when I'll continue writing like nothing happened.
2. I do what I did with this one, where I wrote half of it like four months
ago, then had time to finish, so I came back and wrote the rest, and left me unsure as to how much it makes sense.
3. I update a really short chapter every week or two. I promise I'll update, but I also promise the chapter will be really really short, like shorter that this one.
I like option three the best, besides if I do that, I'll probably go even more off my originally planned plot line than I already have, in which case the story will get continuously more random, which is why I haven't been doing that already. But if you don't mind that, then I guess it's okay. Just tell me what you think, or if you have any other ideas, that would be great, too. Thanks. And if you're still reading, review please.