Sorry it took me so long to update. Laptop power cord broke and I had to re-do it on my other computer. I know this chapter is really short and sorry! I will try to make them longer. Also I'd like to hear you guys suggest things about what'd you like to happen. I'm having a bit of trouble so suggestions would help! Thanks!
~Sara
Chapter 3
[Tony]
"Tony you are doing it wrong." Ziva showed me for the hundredth time how to do some dance move. Every time I got frustrated I'd break out in a different dance. Ziva sometimes would laugh other times she would punch me. And damn she hit hard.
I tried again and then broke out into a different dance. This time she told me to stand in different steps then told me to put the steps together. Still I was hopeless.
She rolled her eyes when I broke out in a different dance again.
"I'm sorry if I'm not much of a dancer."
She slightly smiled. "Ok, I think we are done."
"Giving up on me already?" I smirked.
"Tony, it has been two hours and you have made no progress. I do not think there is much more I can do to help you learn to dance."
"Oh so that's sort of like saying I suck and should never dance again…ever."
"In a way yes," She smirked at me. "But if you are that interested to dance you can always sign up for a ballet class."
"Yeah, sure," I said sarcastically.
She grabbed her bag and walked out of the ballet studio. I followed and got into my car after Ziva. She ran inside as soon as my car stopped in the driveway of the house.
I gave her a strange look as she ran but then followed after her.
Ari wasn't home which I wasn't surprised about. I don't know where he goes but frankly I really don't care.
The house phone started to ring. I was thinking it was going to be one of those stupid people calling to sell me something I really don't want.
I searched the kitchen and living room until I found it between the cushions on the couch.
I answered before looking at the ID. "Hello."
"Hello, may I speak to Ziva David?" The voice had an accent much like Ziva's and Ari's so I guessed it must be someone from Tel Aviv.
I walked towards the hallway and the bathroom door was shut. "She's a little…busy right now. Who is this?"
"I will just call at another time." The call disconnected.
I went back into the kitchen and put the phone on the charger. The bathroom door opened so I went back to tell Ziva.
I walked around the corner towards the bathroom when a fist got me in the cheek. I bit down hard on my lip and turned away from Ziva. I cursed under my breath several times.
"Are you alright? Tony, let me see." Ziva turned my face to hers and she pulled me into the bathroom. She dabbed my cheek with a damp hand towel. I noticed her nails dug into my skin when she hit me.
I winced in pain a few times and bit my tongue to hold it back. She set the damp towel down and looked at my cheek again. She watched my eyes then my lips for a few seconds.
"You need to put ice on that." She dragged me into the kitchen and shoved ice into a zip-lock bag and wrapped it in a rag then set it gently on my face.
"I think I should start wearing armor now."
She laughed. "I did not mean to hit you purposely."
"I know don't worry about it."
She rolled her eyes and sat down on the couch in the living room. I sat on the recliner farthest away from her. I already had a bruised up arm and swollen cheek. I didn't want to take the chance of getting closer to her and getting injured again…at least for now.