A Father's Hate Chapter 4, a ncis fanfic

Eleven interviews, eleven times of asking basically the same questions, and eleven solid alibis. So after spending the day with eleven suspects they were now down to zero and also had to spend the day telling these men that their wives or girlfriends were dead and that one had been abducted and that they currently had no leads in order to find her. It was now late, nearly ten, and everyone was far past ready to go home. Tony had become even more worried with the more time he spent with Ziva. She was distracted and would zone out, she just seemed completely out of it. It wasn't her and that worried him, a lot. They had just been told that they were free to go home so all three agents were packing their things up.

Tony stalled a little, waiting for Ziva who was taking a rather long time getting her things in order. He opened a couple of drawers looking at the random stuff in them and then shutting them. When he looked up again he saw that Ziva was already half way to the elevator so he grabbed his back pack and hurried after her. He slipped through the doors just before they closed and she pressed the button to the ground floor. They stood silently, neither looking at the other or even really acknowledging one another. It was awkward between the two of them. Tony hated it, and Ziva felt bad for not telling him about what was going on even if she knew that it was most definitely for the best. The elevator stopped and the doors open letting the two agents off. Both went towards their cars which were in different directions of each others. No one said anything. Once Tony reached his car he turned back and looked at her watching as she threw her bag across the seat in her and then sat down herself. Tony sighed and unlocked his car door getting in his own car. He was frustrated, frustrated that he couldn't help her. That he didn't even know what she needed help with. He started his car and started on his usual route home. As he was sitting at the stop light when he thought of something much better to do.

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Ziva David did not think she had ever been so tired in her life. She had not been sleeping well ever since the team had been split up. Even though she was tired all day and exhausted by night she could never seem to fall asleep until long past a reasonable hour. Of course getting up at five to go for a run probably didn't help. Ziva sighed and tossed her keys on the counter and then taking her jacket off and placing it over the back of a chair. She pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair and shook her head slightly letting her curly hair be untamed. Her boots are then tossed in the corner and she throws her sweats on. Ziva is about to crawl under the covers of her bed and begin the next chapter on her current book when someone begins knocking on her door. She considers ignoring it but gets up anyway, mumbling Hebrew curse words to whoever it is that has interrupted her. When she opens the door she is rather surprised at who is standing there.

Tony is standing there with a box of pizza and a paper bag filled with...something. "I was driving home and I thought 'Ziva has never seen an American horror film. Someone should really do something about that!' So I went home and got some movies from my collection and then ordered some pizza, pepperoni and hamburger your favorite, and then drove over here." Tony says explaining his sudden appearance at her door.

"That bag is filled with horror films?" Ziva asks. She knew Tony had a lot of movies but here he was with a large paper bag that had to have at least fifty movies in it. She didn't even know that that many scary movies existed let alone that Tony appeared to own them all.

"Well horror films and one other," Tony says.

"What's the other one?" Ziva asks and watches as Tony pulls out the movie that was sitting on the very top. The Sound of Music which she knew he hated but he knew she loved. She says nothing but simply holds the door open. Tony gives her a classic DiNozzo smile as he walks in and sets the pizza on the kitchen counter.

"So what do you want to watch first?" Tony asks knowing the answer and ready to make a deal. She gives him a look implying that he most definitely knows what she want to watch. "Alright but if we are going to watch The Sound of Music then we have to watch the Saw movies."

"Isn't there like ten of them?" Ziva asks not sure of the actual number but knowing it was alot.

"Actually five but only four are on DVD."

"Tony, it is eleven at night already! We can not watch five movies before I need to go for my run and what about sleep?" Ziva asks.

"We've done it before," Tony reminds her of the nights they would spend together watching movies way back before Jeanne. "Besides we don't have to watch them all tonight. Just as long as you promise to watch them all."

"But mine is just two hours all of yours would be about eight."

"That is correct Officer David, however I have already endured the excruciating pain of your movie once already. Making me watch it again is just down right mean, but I figured I would, however, only if you agree to the conditions." Tony tells her and she rolls her eyes and walks over to the couch and places the movie in the DVD player. Tony grabs the some beers out of the bag he had and the pizza also. He sits down next to her and hands her the beverage and a slice of pizza. Ziva is slightly uncomfortable at how the closeness between the two of them but ten minutes into the movie all awkwardness has vanished and all the problems and worries of the day just seem to fade. He does something to her, something no one else is capable of doing. Anthony DiNozzo can comfort her.

Two hours and many slices of pizza later the credits begin to roll. "Alright are you ready to pay your-" Tony starts to say but stops when he sees her head that had been rested on his shoulder is now still laying there and Ziva is asleep. Tony smiles as he watches her, rather surprised that she isn't snoring. He takes her in his arms and lays down on the couch with her on top of him and places the blanket that had been on the back of the couch over them. Tony knew that doing this was basically a death wish but didn't care. As he starts to fall asleep he hears the movie start again since the DVD player re-starts it automatically if you don't do something in a few minutes. That's when her snoring kicks in, except this time instead of being annoyed by it he just smiles and turns the volume up on the TV up a little.

Ziva stirs a little and opens her eyes when she hears the mixture of snoring and Julie Andrews singing. The first thing she notices is that she is, basically on top of DiNozzo and the next is that the afghan on the couch is on top of them. She blinked a few time wondering how long they had been asleep was it time for her run already? That's when her eyes see light streaming through the windows. There is never light coming through the windows at five in the morning. Her eyes glance around the room looking for a clock and find the one on the DVD player 700 hours! They're supposed to be to work in under thirty minutes. She mutters one of her Hebrew curse words before getting up and kicking the couch causing Tony to sit up suddenly and get tangled up in the afghan. Ziva laughs as he works on getting free and the look of realization he gets on his face when he realizes just what time it is. He curses but not in Hebrew.

"Why are you laughing? We're going to be late." Tony asks but can not help but smile at the amused look on her face.

"Who said anything about we?" Ziva questions. "I am home all I need to do is shower and get dressed I should not be too late, but you..." Ziva says and laughs a little more when she takes in the full morning DiNozzo look. One of his socks is half off, his hair in complete disarray, and his clothes wrinkled with a large pizza sauce stain on his shirt.

"You'll still be late." Tony tells her. She may be quick at getting ready but no woman can shower and get dressed in twenty minutes.

"True but not nearly as late as you will be," Ziva tells him. He shoots her a look before beginning to put his shoes back on and looking around to find his keys. "Looking for these?" she asks dangling the keys in front of his face.

Tony snatches the keys, "Where'd you find them?"

"Your coat pocket."

"I'll see you at work," Tony says grabbing the bag of movies and walking to the door. He turns back on a second thought remembering something. "Don't forget you still have to watch all of my movies."

Ziva smiles before responding. "Then I guess you will just have to come over again tonight, yes?" Ziva asks the sensible Mossad trained part of herself telling her to stop, but the part of her that anyone, including herself, rarely sees tells her to ask him to stay with her this night and the next and for many more after that.

"I guess I have to. I can't let you get off without paying your debt," Tony says and then he remembers and turns and leaves quickly yelling a goodbye when he is half gone.

Hmm chapter didn't quite pan out as I had expected and its kind of short. Well leave me a review and let me know what you thought of it. The results on if the case should be solved or not have come in it's anonymous. So I guess it is going to be solved. Now who wants to give me an idea on how to end the case? Thank you all for your kind words I really appreciate it :)