A/N: Thanks for the reviews for the last chapters!
I decided to write a bit longer than I usually do, as I may not be able to update until next Saturday… *sob*
I am going to Cheshire tomorrow. I am taking my laptop so I can write, but I may not be able to get internet access to post it.
I am very sorry if I can't update!
If you have read them already, you can read some of my others =D the complete ones are 'A Perfectly Good Heart', 'Broken', 'Differences' 'Peppermint and Glue' and 'Going Mental.'
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Tony pushed open the door to almost impale his foot on broken china. He swore, and knelt down.
"What happened?" Ziva asked, confused.
"Nothing." Tony said hurriedly, wincing as he cut his hand on a piece of china. Ziva knelt beside him and started to help. Together they cleared up the mess in double quick time.
Tony took the broken china and tipped it from his hands into a bucket. Ziva heard the sound of china on china. Obviously broken china was not a new thing in this house. Tony returned to Ziva and was about the say something.
"Oi, DiNozzo." Tony glanced up to see his father smirking. "Who's the girl?"
"Dad this is…" Tony glanced at Ziva.
"Talia." Ziva proffered her hand for Tony's dad to shake. Instead he lifted it and kissed it. Ziva eyed his warily, while Tony tried his best to make his dad go away.
"Anthony, be good with the lady. We don't want any indecency in this house." His father smirked at him evilly.
"Yes, dad." Ziva tried not to notice the angry, annoyed and upset look on Tony's face at being treated like that by her dad.
"Lovely to see you, Talia." Ziva tried not to grimace as Tony's dad walked past. She refrained from killing him, even when he slapped her butt. Tony noticed the pissed off look on her face and quickly hurried her upstairs.
When the door to his room was securely shut behind him, he sat on the floor and ran his hands through his face.
"I'm sorry about that." Ziva noted that he looked almost as if he was about to cry.
"It is fine, Tony." Ziva replied, and then glanced at him. "You are bleeding!"
Tony inspected his hand, and noticed that there was indeed a deep gash on his hand that was bleeding heavily onto the cream carpet.
"Shit." He swore, and jumped up.
"Where is the bathroom?" Ziva asked, and Tony pointed to a door off of his room. She rushed in, and Tony heard the taps running. She quickly reappeared with a damp wash cloth. She took his hand and applied the wash cloth to the cut. Tony inhaled sharply, and Ziva noticed how he winced. She dragged him after her and made him sit on the bed.
She plunged one hand into her bag, the other hand keeping the wash cloth pressed firmly to the wound to staunch the bleeding.
She brought out a tube of antiseptic cream and a large band-aid. She squeezed some antiseptic onto her finger, and rubbed it onto the cut. Tony winced as the cream stung, and Ziva pressed the band-aid onto the wound.
"Better?" She asked, and disappeared into the bathroom to rinse Tony's blood off of the wash cloth.
"Much." Tony grinned at her as she returned from the bathroom. "Did you want a shower?"
"Yes…" Ziva began.
"It's in there." Tony pointed again at the bathroom. Ziva smiled gratefully.
"Thank you, Tony." She disappeared back into the bathroom, and Tony glanced after her, realizing she was removing her shirt before she'd actually closed the door. She raised her eyebrows as she turned to close the door and noticed Tony staring at her.
"Nice." Tony commented at the black lace bra she was wearing. She rolled her eyes.
"Get your homework done, Tony." She smirked and closed the door.
Tony stared at his unopened school bag, sighed, and pulled out his math folder. He checked his homework planner. 15•6, all about trigonometry. He hadn't understood it in the lesson, what was he meant to do now?
He stared at the numbers, trying to remember what to do.
I need a calculator… He remembered, searching through his bag for the scientific calculator.
Something like… Cosine… Sine… and Tanner? No… Tanning? Aha! Tangent! He grinned. It must be Ziva; he could never remember this stuff before.
He typed into his calculator '26Cos64' and pressed equals. The answer came up as 10•9. He blinked at the answer. That couldn't be right… An angel of 10•9? Then he realized. What he was doing was to find the missing side…
Stupid! He thought, and tried to remember the right calculation. As he was sitting, mulling over the right calculation, Ziva walked out of the bathroom, her hair wet over her shoulders, a towel wrapped around her. Tony glanced up.
"You're good at math. Can you help?" He begged. She chuckled.
"Once I am dressed." She pointed out, pulling out clothing from her bag. Tony rolled his eyes.
"I don't mind." Ziva cuffed him around the back of the head.
"Play nice." She smiled, and turned on her heel back into the bathroom. Presently she returned, dressed in combat pants and a deep blue tank top. Tony eyed her appreciatively.
"Cute." He grinned, and then winced as Ziva twisted his wrist. "Okay! I meant… hot!"
Ziva let go.
"Much better." She smirked, and Tony glanced at her. He noticed the necklace she was wearing.
"Is that a… isn't that like a family thing to you?" He tried to remember the word.
"Star of David? Magen David?" Ziva guessed.
"Star of David! That's it. Is it like a family thing?" Tony asked, and Ziva chuckled.
"It is the symbol of Judaism." She reminded him, and he grinned.
"I knew that. Now, please help?" He looked at her with pleading eyes before she walked over and looked at what he was doing. He could feel her chin resting on his shoulder as she read what he was doing.
"Okay, trigonometry." She started. "On this one, you are finding the angle. So, which sides do you have?"
"Adjacent and hypotenuse?" Tony guessed.
"I was asking you, not the other way around." Ziva pointed out, and he grinned nervously. "But, yes, it is. Which function do you need?"
"Um… Cosine." Tony replied, more confident now he had got something correct.
"Now you write out your formula. Cosine time the angle times adjacent over hypotenuse." Ziva pointed out the numbers as she explained. Tony wrote down the formula in his exercise book, and then substituted the formula with numbers.
"So, Cosine times the angle times 26 over 64, yes? But I don't know the angle…!"
"That's what you're finding out." Ziva winked at him, and he glared at her.
"Oh be quiet. Just because you're the genius." Tony glanced again at the question. "What do I do now?"
"Cos-1 times 26 over 64." Ziva explained, and Tony typed the calculation into his calculator.
"66•03." He wrote it down in his book as the answer.
"See? You can do it!" Ziva exclaimed.
"Thanks." Tony grinned. "You should so replace Mr Chapman as math teacher."
"Mr Chapman is a good teacher. You just needed a little… one on one." Ziva conceded. Tony smirked, and pulled her down next to him on the bed.
"So do you." He whispered in her ear, and she playfully hit him. Tony winced and groaned; she threw a harsh punch. "What was that for?"
"Nothing." Ziva glanced up out of Tony's window, and noticed that the sky was beginning to darken. "I should leave."
"Don't go." Tony caught hold of her hand, and then winced as it affected the wound from the broken china. "I still have Physics to do!"
He laughed, to show that it was meant as a joke. Ziva smiled weakly.
"I would prefer not to walk around the streets at night." Ziva said, removing her hand from Tony's, and heading for the door.
"You could take anyone on!" Tony retorted. Ziva smirked.
"Yes. I'd probably get arrested first though." She smiled.
"Then…" Tony hesitated, wondering for her reaction. "Why don't you stay here?"
"Here? As in stay at your house?" Tony nodded. "Where would I sleep?"
Tony thought about it.
"I can sleep on the floor, you can have my bed." He offered. Ziva shook her head.
"I can't just kick you out of your own bed." She said indignantly. "If I have to stay, then I will be the one sleeping on the floor."
A thought crossed Tony's mind, and Ziva shot him a warning glance.
"No way, Tony." She knew what he was thinking.
"I didn't say anything!" He put his hands up in mock defeat, but he knew that she knew what he was about to say. He shrugged, deciding to say it anyway. "It is a double bed…"
Ziva rolled her eyes at the suggestive predicament.
"Tony, I am not sleeping with you." She smiled wanly. Was this the only reason he wanted her to stay?
"We can split it down the middle with pillows or something. If you won't let me sleep on the floor, then neither can you." Ziva noticed how childish it sounded when spoken aloud. She noted that Tony looked as if he had too.
"Fine. Just do not try anything; otherwise you may end up with more than a few bruises." Tony grinned, and Ziva returned it with a smile. "Ah."
"What?" Tony asked.
"I do not have any pajamas." Ziva wondered what she was going to do. Tony smirked.
"Well you could always-" Ziva cut him off by putting her hand over his mouth and leaning in.
"N. O. No." She spelt it out, and Tony could feel her breath on his face. It smelt minty.
"It was only a suggestion…"
A/N: Ziva got a little out of character in this chapter… But I tried to keep Tony like he is in the episodes. Did I manage it?
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Also, please answer this question.
How should I include Kate, Ari, Jeanne and Jenny?
KATE
Tony's ex-girlfriend
A girl at the school who Ziva becomes friends with when they go back
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OTHER (Please specify)
ARI
Ziva's older brother who is dating Kate
Ziva's older brother who is not dating Kate
Ziva's older brother who gets shot
OTHER (Please specify)
JEANNE
Tony's ex-girlfriend
Kate's sister
A girl at the school who hates Ziva
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OTHER (Please specify)
JENNY
Gibbs and his wife, Jenny, adopt Abby when her parents get killed
A teacher at the school who starts dating Gibbs
A parents of one of the characters (say which)
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