A/N So I found more time to update so here we go please tell me what you think...
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In an average persons life death seems to be an infrequent event. It would seem to be something they would only have to deal with once a year at most. Yet for soon to be ex Mossad officer Ziva David it was so far the most consistent thing in her life. Ever since her mother died just after her 10th birthday, she has had to face it more times than she can count. Every other week it seemed to be a new family member or friend who has unfortunately passed away, it got to the point where she owned over 5 different outfits just to wear to a funeral service of a supposed love one which really meant an officer who worked for her father. Growing up in a place where violent attacks were as common as the sun rising and being apart of an organisation known for training assassins Ziva could safely say her and death were old friends.
She had always tried to not let it consume her; she tried to have a life that didn't consist of constant mourning. But after her sister had been blown up in a local terrorist attack it has seem to be the only thing she can rely on and in a sad way the only thing that connected her to her father. At funerals was the only time he would acknowledge her as his daughter and not as an officer.
Yet while she sat and listened to Tony talk about all the crazy cases he had worked as a junior police officer she seemed to notice that it's possible to be surrounded by death and not have it define your life. This man that she is sat in front of has worked for years dealing with deaths every day not to mention he also has lost a significant amount family members or friends over the years. And yet he doesn't let it affect him in away that shuts him out from everyone else. He can deal with it rationally and move on.
She had never tried to fight death, in every one of her missions at Mossad she had always put her teams lives before her own its what she believes sets her a part from her father. She has had many opportunities to kill people in her past yet she could never bring herself to do it. She knows what death does to people and she knows that there is always another option that doesn't mean ending a life.
"That's how we knew for sure he had done it" Tony finished off his story with a proud smile across his face.
"You know I have been talking for a while," he continued. "I would love to hear something about you."
"What would you like to know?" She asked.
"Hmm I would like to know what your favourite colour is?" He replied.
"What an original question." She quipped while reaching out to squeeze his hand, letting him know she was joking.
"I would have to say green because growing up in a desert means there isn't much of that colour around," She started. "But the kind of green that most trees are, not the kind of green that is the colour of most army uniforms."
"Ah that's why you like me, for my tree green eyes. I must say I am flattered." She smirked in response glad that he avoided asking her if there was a reason for her not liking the green of army uniforms.
"Yes Tony they only reason I decided to stay with you was because of your eye colour I am glad you can understand people so well." She joked back.
"I did not make senior field agent because of my good looks." He added.
"Obviously!" She said while laughing at the expression of hurt that crossed his face. "Is that so miss David?" He grabbed her by the waist pulling her close to him before attacking her sides with his fingers causing an eruption of laughter to leave the young officers mouth.
"Okay I am sorry Tony!" She shouted through her giggles that were filling the apartment. She looked so innocent and beautiful in the moment that Tony could not resist leaning in to place his lips against hers. The kiss started off slow but quickly became more passionate as his tongue began to explore her mouth. Ziva ran her hands through his hair trying to pull him closer to her.
They pulled away after a few minutes, both gasping for air. Tony pulled Ziva into his chest where she began placing kisses on his neck, sucking and nipping at his pulse point. Tony let out a moan letting his head fall back.
"Maybe we should stop you know." He began the voice inside his head telling him to shut up and enjoy the women currently running her hands over his body. "I don't want to go to fast and have this be ruined by sex." He finally added his voice a bit strained.
When his eyes found hers he could see she was shocked by his admission. "Tony, we have already had sex."
"I know but it would be different this time, I am not just looking for a release." He swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat. "Let me take you out on a proper date, show you that this is about you." He placed a strand of her hair that had fallen out-of-place behind her ear.
She closed her eyes and placed her head on his chest.
"I would love nothing more." She whispered just loud enough for him to hear. He leant down and placed a loving kiss on top off her head.
Ideas of how he could make this the perfect date ran through his mind. Would dinner and a movie be to big of a clique? Probably and he didn't want to seem unoriginal. He would have to come up with an idea that would make it the most memorable first date Ziva had ever been on.
Yet as he ran through his idea a knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at Ziva before pulling away to go answer it.
He pulled open his door revealing his boss wearing an expression that showed he was far from pleased.
"Gibbs?"
Thats it for this chapter please review.