Tara: Pick the right woman.
Dedicated to ME Wofford, faithful reviewer & friend.
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"How was the ride in the elevator?" Ziva questioned just as her partner returned to the bull pen.
"It went down, and then it went up…"
Ziva smirked at him. "Clever."
"I try."
"Try harder…" she stated plainly. "It was obvious you two were deep in conversation. I simply thought you'd like to talk about it…"
"There was no, it, we were just discussing our professions."
"Ah, good elevator conversation yes?"
Tony glared at her. "You picking at something David?"
"Picking? No, prying yes. It is obvious something has been bothering you as of late..."
He looked across at her, and managed a small smile. "Guess its pretty silly to keep a secret from a spy huh?"
Ziva nodded. "You do not have to tell me if you do not want to, I was only offering my services…"
Tony grinned at her. "Really?"
"As a friend Tony."
"Oh right," he looked down. "It's nothing I cant handle, but thanks."
She decided to let it go. For the moment anyway. It wasn't until the two joined each other in the elevator to go home that she brought it up once more.
"Shall we discuss our professions?"
Tony laughed. "Cute."
"I have been told that yes." She smiled at him. "You are sure there is no way I can help?"
Tony examined her for a moment. "Maybe one day David…"
The elevator doors opened and the two stepped in their opposite directions. "What does that mean Tony?"
He glanced back at her. "That if its meant to be, it will be."
She watched him walk away before contemplating his last statement. "If what is meant to be?" she asked to no one but herself, and continued towards her car. It wasn't until she was half way home than she realized what he'd meant. It was then she slowly but surely turned the car around…