March 16
More than just loved, friend, you help me feel beloved.
Tony continued to stare at Ziva across the squad room. She was reading a report, her head down, completely focused on the paper in front of her. Her body language was relaxed and calm, which she always seemed to be.
How she could never become stressed had always puzzled him. Sure, she could be frustrated at times, especially when he had just played a prank on her, but she usually just threatened to torture him in various painful ways. But stressed with her work? Presumably, she worked off all her aggression down in the gym.
"Why are you staring at me?" Ziva's voice cut through his thoughts. He forced himself back to reality to notice her eyeing him with amusement. He was a little worried to realize he had no idea how long she had been watching him.
"I was not staring, Zee-vah," he countered. "I was observing you."
"Is there any chance you could do it in a less creepy manner?" she inquired. "I am trying to work."
"Creepy?!" he replied, highly amused. "This is coming from the woman who can appear out of nowhere, who enjoys sneaking up on people."
"You enjoy it," she shot back.
She was right, although he would never admit it. It made him feel wanted, that she felt safe enough around him to practice her skills on him. He felt special, even if he did jump every time she did it. He wanted her to teach him how to do it, so he could sneak up behind Gibbs mainly. And the Probie. Strangely, she never scared the Probie.
"You cannot tell me that you do not enjoy it?" Ziva interrupted his thoughts again. "Ha."
He glared at her, annoyed that she had figured it out and yet feeling loved. Time to harass the Probie to change the topic.