Tony stepped out of the shower to find a pile of clothes on the counter next to a towel. The clothes were much like what her wore every day, and in his size. He put them on
Tony came out of the bathroom to discover Ziva dressed, her hair still damp but done up in a ponytail.
"When did you shower?" He questioned curiously. She shrugged. "And what's with the clothes?" He indicated what he was wearing.
"I used the smaller shower in the other bathroom. And I have an outfit for everybody, even Abby, just in case. They taught us to be prepared in Mossod" He considered saying he would have taken the smaller bathroom, and then realized it would do no good. He also considered commenting on the clothes and how she knew his exact size for everything, but decided against it. He glanced at Ziva. She even had her shoes on already! Her backpack was by the front door ready to, breakfast was on the table. Waffles.
"How did you know I liked waffles?" He asked. She rolled her eyes.
"I did not make them because you like them. I did not know that. I made them because they are the only breakfast I can make besides cold cereal, and after sleeping on my couch and setting up my apartment yesterday, I decided to do something in return."
"You forgot that I made dinner last night." He pointed out. She grabbed the plate away.
"Do you want these waffles or not?" She questioned. Tony opened his eyes wide and gave her a sad face.
"I'll be good I promise." He said in a childish voice. A shadow crossed Ziva's face before she smirked again.
"It is alright Tony, really, I could easily eat all these myself." She teased. They continued with the pointless banter through breakfast and doing the dishes together. They headed to leave about ten minutes earlier than they needed to- when he questioned Ziva about it, she said she wanted to stop for coffee. He hoped she didn't turn out as coffee dependant as Gibbs was one day. Ziva tried to put her backpack on, and visibly flinched when it made contact with her back. Tony tried to grab it from her. She insisted she carry it, and held the heavy bag by its handle instead.
"I don't get why you're so stubborn." He muttered as she walked towards the car, while he locked up the apartment. He noticed, as they drove to the coffee shop, that Ziva leaned forward in her seat, not letting her back touch the seat. Tony opened his glove compartment and handed her a bottle of Tylenol.
"It might not get rid of a lot of pain, but it should work some. You can't sit like that all day." Ziva hesitated a second, then shook two pills into her hand and dry swallowed as they pulled into the drive through of the coffee shop. He flinched. "Those would have tasted a lot better with coffee." He muttered. She leaned across him to order.
"Hola, Angelina." She greeted the women at the window. She ordered in Spanish and then turned to Tony. "What would you like?" Tony was about to say when Angelina cut in
"I can understand English, Ziva, especially the English of such a good looking man." Ziva sat back into her seat and made a face. Angeline laughed and then called out Ziva's order, before taking Tony's and calling it out as well. "I thought you said a man would be to much trouble to maintain, Ziva?" Questioned Angelina. Ziva grinned and nodded.
"He is not 'my man' Angeline, Gibbs ordered him to take care of me." Tony sat back a bit.
"How did you know that!?" He questioned her as she took their coffee from Angelina. He pulled away from the window. Ziva shrugged.
"People do not spend more time than is necessary around me." She said emotionlessly. Tony Stopped the car in the middle of the parking lot, earning quite a few horns to go off at him before they went around him. He turned to Ziva.
"Don't you ever think that!" He ordered her sternly. She looked a bit surprised, but nodded her head. Tony turned back to the windshield and started driving again. Ziva leaned back into her seat slowly. She smiled when she realized she couldn't feel the pain in her back. She glanced at tony.
"Tony?" She asked as they pulled past the security checkpoint and entered the Naval Base.
"Yeah?" He asked, as he tried to find a parking space. His normal one was taken.
"Just…thanks." He looked at her for a moment, confused.
"For what?" he questioned. He'd just helped her out because he needed it. Even if Gibbs hadn't ordered him to take care of her, he would have. She was a member of his team- he hated to think of her as Kate's replacement, but in a way, she had filled her role somewhat, and he did care for Ziva herself. H didn't like that anyone was hurting her. Ziva smiled as she got out of the car with her backpack.
"Exactly." She said with a smile as she walked away.
+++Unfortunately, my school is back to its normal schedule…which means that I will have more homework, and less time to type chapters…so they will be coming slower than normal. Sorry!+++