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Making Up for Lost Time
Chapter 9: Tony's New Girlfriend
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A/N:
People, we are back in Europe, only for a very brief time, though!
If you promise not to tell anybody, here are the coordinates of Tony and Ziva's hideout:
(51°43'48.76"N – 6°38'45.35"E)
But, shhhhhh!
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Tony was getting nervous!
First thing this morning, Ziva had driven into town, mumbling something about going to the local „real" supermarket, stating that she needed to get something to help them keep a low profile.
Tony had wondered what a supermarket would have to aide them with that, but then he had decided to use the opportunity to brush up on the little German Ziva had taught him. In a restaurant, he wanted to be able to order his own meal by himself, after all. And he was getting there.
He had been sitting on the patio upon her return, so lost in his studies of German vocabulary, that he didn't really see her when she came around the corner and immediately disappeared into the bathroom.
That had been almost two hours ago!
After about an hour he had started to worry and knocked on the bathroom door. She had told him she needed more time and he had accepted that for the time being. After all, men waiting for women to get ready to leave the bathroom seemed to be something that evolution just had deemed to be necessary for the survival of the species.
Just as Tony started to consider breaking down the bathroom door, her heard the lock being turned from the inside and the door being opened.
"Finally," he thought.
This had to be a new record time. He turned, in order to find out what had taken Ziva that long in the bathroom, but then froze in his tracks. His jaw dropped to the floor and he was at a loss for words.
From the bathroom emerged a blond woman, who had a distant likeness to Ziva. Her long, wavy, dark brown hair had been replaced with a shoulder length, straight, blond do, her dark brown eyes were hidden behind bright blue contact lenses.
"So, what do you think?" Ziva asked him with a shy smile.
Now Tony was not only frozen in his tracks, but also acutely aware that he also was standing on waver thin ice. One wrong word and Ziva would probably hold it over him every time he said something supposedly wrong after she had returned to her normal self, which he actually hoped would be as soon as possible.
"Well, two hours ago my extraordinarily beautiful girlfriend went into the bathroom and just a minute ago another beautiful woman reemerged from it," he walked up to her, put his right hand on her cheek, only to move it into her hair, checking for any telltale signs of a wig. He found none.
Ziva had stood silently, listening to his words, accepting his touch. She hadn't been sure about her new look, but his words and looks had reassured her that she had made the right choice. He had found the right words to do that, but she actually cared most about the one word he hadn't used when he commented her new look.
He still had his hand in her hair, "you actually cut off those beautiful curls?"
Ziva sighed, realizing that months of hair straightening, trying to get his attention back in DC, obviously had been for nothing. But she wasn't complaining, they were together now, even if she would have liked it to be under better circumstances.
"No, Tony, I had them cut off. This isn't some stupid TV show like 'Alias', where I could just go into a supermarket, grab some hair dye and a simple pair of scissors and then give myself a perfect haircut and dye," Ziva stated matter-of-factly.
"I know, I know!" Tony exclaimed, moving closer and wrapping his arms around her. "Listen, I'm going to say something very risky now. Because, when it comes to commenting on a woman's appearance, any man has much more chances to say the wrong thing, than he has to find the right words. ..."
"... But, Ziva, I wouldn't care however you would have to disguise, as long it would still be you under there and I could be with you, ok?"
Hoping she would understand it as the genuine compliment it was intended to be, he searched her face for a reaction, which he got when she moved her right hand into his hair, and pulled him down into a passionate kiss.
"There is only one thing, I'd like to know, Ziva. Why did you spend more than two hours in the bathroom, if you had most of the work done before you even came back?"
Her blushing was enough of an answer for him.
He quickly swept her off her feet and carried her into the small bedroom.
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