Spoilers: None.
Summary: A little moment, purely for your enjoyment (and mine, because I love it when they squirm)!
Author's Note: Goodness! I can't tell you how many words I went through for this chapter. 'E' was a bit more difficult than I expected. This is supposed to take place sometime during the summer of 2009, despite Ziva being in Somalia. So, I guess you could say this is just a bit AU, haha.
Embarrassment
Life is a funny thing sometimes. Well, funny depending on the situation and whether you're the victim or the spectator.
It was a normal Friday, one that included another team night (plus Abby). The four decided a movie was in order, something mindless they could all laugh and unwind to. Tony, with his endlessly childish and crude sense of humor, picked The Hangover.
They giggled and laughed to the point of tears throughout the entire film, with Tony still quoting and reminiscing over the funny bits as they were leaving the theatre.
Abby and McGee parted ways with Tony and Ziva, having parked their cars on the other side of the parking lot. So Tony and Ziva walked along in a comfortable silence, occasionally interjecting a thought or two.
"If I ever met a woman like Melissa, I'd have a few choice words for her. Regardless of whether she was with a very close friend of mine or not, I'd tell her off."
"Somehow I highly doubt that. If she were involved with a close friend of yours, you would not directly confront her. Though I have a feeling you would be the type to plot a way to get rid of her if she made your friend unhappy."
They stopped at their parked cars, continuing the conversation.
"Why, Ziva, you're painting me out to be some kind of gentleman or a halfway decent man. You gettin' soft on me?"
Tony feigned shock and put a hand to his heart after he spoke.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Hardly. But I believe I know you well enough to make a judgment or two from time to time, yes?"
"Those judgments usually just paint me in an unfavorable manner."
She shrugged. "If the pants fit."
"Shoe," he corrected without thinking.
"What?"
"It's 'if the shoe fits,' not pants. You know, you'd think being here six years would help more with colloquialisms than it seems to have done for you."
She made a noncommittal noise and leaned against the rear of her car, turning her head to look at Tony for a moment. As they stood there looking at each other, seeing but not searching for anything in particular, a car drove by them.
A teenager yelling, "Kiss her already!" from the passing car startled them.
Cue the awkward moment from public embarrassment. Could be worse, though. At least McGee and Abby weren't around or we'd never hear the end of it…Tony thought as he let out an awkward chuckle, trying to dispel the tension a little.
"Wow, heh, kids these days, right? Obnoxious hooligans."
"Mhmm."
"I mean, whoever heard of shit like that happening in real life?"
Another awkward chuckle from Tony.
"You watch too many movies. I'm sure such things happen all the time."
"There is no such thing as too many movies! As long as they're good ones, anyway."
"Why does that excuse work with your movies but not my books?"
Tony merely shrugged and grinned a little at that.
"Well, I guess we should call it a night, eh? An eventful one at that."
"Yes, I suppose we should. See you tomorrow," Ziva said with a small wave as she walked to her car door.
"Yeah. See you tomorrow, Ziva." He said to himself as he watched her drive away.
Author's Note: Right. Sorry about the mildly abrupt ending (and lack of length), there. My muse just kind of collapsed right before the finish line, it seems. Fun fact: most of that was inspired by real life events, haha. I thought it was something that might happen to them, too. And for those who haven't seen The Hangover, Melissa is one of the main character's girlfriends, and a controlling wench. Let me know what you thought, please! And, of course, suggestions are always welcome!