Glamour Magazine;
Chapter 1: The Fights.
One day, out of every week, we have a fight. Tony and I will disagree on something, and then tyrn it into a fight. Doing it, has helped our relationship. It had brought us closer together. We couldn't be more happier.
Last Monday, we fought over a cup of coffee. Tony was suppose to bring me a cup of tea, but they had accidently gave him a cup of coffee, but I blamed him. Even though, I knew it wasn't him, I knew it would be the perfect time for a fight.
That had been my favorite fight, because he had looked so innocent, and I gave in fast. We made up before Gibbs called him off of me.
Today, it was Friday. Almost a week had passed, and we hadn't have our fight. I thought we needed one at so. So, I set one up. Usually Tony was the one to start them, but I don't think he likes fighting with me anymore.
Tony had just cleaned his desk. The so-called, 'spring cleaning,' that he did every spring. I figured that while he was gone to the head, that I would mess itg up. I got up from my desk, and walked over to his. I had even un=plugged his computer.
I had hurried back over to my desk, before he saw me. When he had walked back in and saw the mess his desk was in, his face turned a shade of red I had never saw before. But, I knew I couldn't laugh. Not just yet, at least.
"Who did this?" He yelled out. Everyone agent turned to look at him. A couple had pointed to me. "Was it you, Ziva?" He walked over to me.
I bursted out laughing, "Thanks, everyone. I won't take up for you when you need it, either." Some had looked a little scared.
Tony groaned. "Ziva, why? I just cleaned it. And you know how bad I hate to clean." I laughed a little more, trying to make him really mad. I even added a snort. "It's not freakin' funny."
"I think it is." I replied. "I love seeing you get mad."
"But, why did you do this?" Tony asked again.
"Because..., we hadn't had out weekly fight." I looked down at my feet. "Remember, we do it every week. And it keeps our relationship stronger."
Tony tilted his head up. "I'm sorry, Ziva. I forgot this week. I'm just tired."
"I understand, Tony." I smiled. Wae always did make up fast. "Next week, you start the fight. I'm running out of ideas."
He laughed. "Okay." Thats when he kissed me. I always did love that make-up kiss.
At that time, Gibbs walked in. "You two, apart." We laughed, and broke apart.