Jan 4
A friend is a keeper of secrets and a guardian of confidences.
With the squad room thankfully fairly empty when he arrived, Tim dashed over to Ziva's desk. The Israeli was busy typing up a report from the previous week, which did not deter Tim.
"Ziva," he hissed frantically, trying to get her attention before his life ended.
"Good morning, Tim," she greeted him, full of cheer. "What is wrong?"
"You remember who you saw me with yesterday?" he checked.
Ziva tried to recall the situation. "You and Nikki Jardine were getting coffee, yes? And you were standing very close –"
"I remember," he cut her off. "Please don't mention it to Tony."
Ziva looked confused. "Why should I not mention it to Tony?" she queried. "Surely he would be happy for you to be dating her, although I was surprised to see her in a place serving drinks to the public."
"She bought her own," Tim explained. "But please. I will never hear the end of it from Tony."
"You are right," the Israeli admitted. "He will tease you about it for months."
"Ziva –"
"I will keep your secret," Ziva promised. "Do not worry."
"Do not worry about what?" Tony inquired, wandering in.
"That would be none of your business," Ziva answered.
Tim smiled to himself. Ziva would keep his secret, and Tony would never find out.