Tony sat in Ziva's apartment for the first time ever-well, besides the time he had to kill Michael Rifkin. Even then, though, he hadn't had time to thoroughly look. All he had had time to do was grab his weapon before he was attacked by Rifkin.
Ziva came in, with an obvious grin on her face. She was really excited to have Tony over, as he was to be there. Although it wasn't a "date" date, they were going to have a nice dinner together. Their excuse was that they hadn't talked in a while, which they both knew wasn't true. The truth was, they wanted to be together every second they could, but with Leroy Jethro Gibbs as their boss, that wasn't the easiest thing.
Especially with Rule Number 12 on the line.
"So, Ziva," Tony said as he sat down at her table.
"Yes?" Ziva replied, lifting up one of her eyebrows in a feisty way.
"I was thinking… maybe if this is good, we can do this again sometime?"
"Of course. You are a very nice man and I am a nice woman, and it is completely normal for the two of us to sit down for a leisurely dinner together at least once a week."
It was clearly awkward for the both of them.
"Paris," Tony blurted out without even thinking of what he was about to do.
"What about Paris?"
"We've never talked about what happened."
"Nothing did happen, Tony. We were drunk. Things happen."
"You and I both know that's not true."
Ziva paused for a little bit, biting her lip. "After Paris, Tony, there was a period of time that I thought I was be pregnant."
Tony's face changed from interest to a look of, Why the hell didn't you tell me? That's exactly what he said.
"I did not want to alert you for no reason. My period was three weeks late but that turned out to be for other reasons."
"Ziva, that is the type of thing that you tell people you engage with."
"I know, but I saw no need. I have had pregnancy scares before, and I tell the man, and then I never see them again. I did not want that to happen with you and me, but I really am sorry for-"
Tony had shut her up. He leaned over the table and grabbed her face, pulled her lips to hers. There was no more tension in the air, no more resentment. Just a pure sense or romanticism, sensuality, and erotica.
Ziva pulled away. "That was wonderful."
Tony blushed. "I gotta go," he said as he grabbed his coat and fled the door.
They had not even had dinner yet.
They both certainly had a lot to think about.
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