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There is a little Tony/Ziva flirting in this ;) but I'm not sure how good I am at it; so any constructive critisim is welcome as it is in any of my other stories or chapters.

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Once Ziva hung up on whoever it was on the other end of he phone call, she immediately jumped down Abby's throat, "What the hell are you thinking?" She hissed.

Abby looked at her innocently, "Do what?"

"Get him to sit with us?" She said back.

"I thought you liked him," Abby replied.

"It would not matter if I like him or not; I cannot date anyone while I am in this situation," Ziva said.

"What situation Ziva? There is no situation," Abby told her.

"Yea there is. My father is trying to marry me off. I will not be able to date anyone unless it's my fiancé," She said it in a mocking way.

"Have you met him? Do you know his name? Have you said yes to marry him?" Abby inquired, watching as Ziva shook her head with each, "Do you like him?" She asked.

"No, he looks... There is not a word to describe it," Ziva said, involuntary shivering at the memory of his photo.

"Not him. Him," Abby clarified, cocking her head in the direction of their table.

"Oh," Ziva said as she watched him out of the corner of her eye. She had to admit. He had a certain charm about him. His green eyes seemed to almost draw her in and he seemed to be someone with a light, carefree personality. As she watched him crack a joke to Tim and a goofy, joking expression cross his face, she felt her stomach do a flip and fill with butterflies.

"Yes," Ziva said.

"Then what's stopping you?" Abby asked.

"My abusive father," She murmured under her breath, low enough that she thought Abby wouldn't hear.

Abby's eyes went wide then fill with worry, "Your father did that?" she said pointing to Ziva's cheek.

Ziva briefly thought of lying to Abby again, but she knew that Abby probably would have been able to see through it, "Yes. He got pissed off at me and he had been drinking," Ziva replied.

"C'mon, let's go. Forget about the stuff that hasn't happened yet," Abby hinted, grabbing Ziva's wrist and pulling her towards the table again.

When they returned, Ziva shot Abby a brief look before she sat down and flashed Tony and Tim a bright smile - but mainly Tony, given that her gaze lingered on him longer, "Sorry about that. I had to answer; it was important,"

Tony turned his back to Tim with a smile on his face. This didn't surprise him; Tony almost always did that when there was an attractive woman near by. But Tony had a saying and Tim knew that if a girl were to make him choose between him or any of his other friends and her, he would choose his friends.

"That's okay, is everything okay?" He asked.

"Fine," She replied.

"Abby was telling us a bit about you while you were ordering-" Tony was cut off.

"I know, I could tell from the look on Tim's face when I returned," She laughed lightly.

"Anyway," He said with a smile, "She was saying that you want to get into law enforcement?" He asked. They could here Abby strike a conversation with Tim by this time.

"Yes, I want to start next year,"

"I'm doing my second year next year," Tony said.

"Really? Is it interesting?" She asked her eyes filling with curiosity.

"Yeah, it's really fun. Abby said that your father was training you to be an assassin?"

"Yes," She said her voice dropping a bit.

"Why?"

"I did not want it. My father did, he has been training me for ages. Since I seem to have a natural ability with my body and any weapon he has handed to me, I decided to use that in my career which is where the law enforcement comes into it," She asked.

Tim kicked the back of Tony's chair - knowing that his thoughts were still caught up in the comment that she made: 'I seem to have a natural ability with my body...'. He snapped out of it and cleared his throat before looking directly into her eyes. He could tell that she knew the exact effect that single comment had on him. He eyed her playfully before talking again.

"What made you want to do law enforcement?"

"I want to rid the world - or play my part in ridding the world - of the terrorists and rapist and all those people. I have been trained to kill terrorists. But I think that lets them off too easy. I think that if you can catch them and isolate them in prisons and force them to think about the little girl or boy's life that they have ended before they had a chance to start. To think of the lives, the families, the neighbour hoods, even suburbs that they have destroyed they would be wishing for death. They would probably get the death penalty anyway. Also if I can catch them; that means that I have probably stopped another attack a few days before it happens or even hours. I know it sounds childish and naive, but I understand what I mean, and it really does not matter what you think," She said. "How about you?"

"First off; it's not that childish - extreme maybe, but not childish. And to answer your question; I wanted to play my part in justice and walk around with a gun," He said, "It sounds like you are aiming quite high, already wanting to go after terrorists,"

"Let us take it one stair at a time," Ziva said. Tony stared at her for a moment before laughing.

"I think you mean one step at a time,"

"Same difference. They mean the same thing," Ziva replied.

"Not really. Me taking a step could mean a stair or me standing and taking one step towards the counter," He explained, "So what do you want to get into; CIA? FBI? Home Land Security?" He asked.

"I do not know whether I would trust you with a gun," She replied after looking him up and down, effectively changing the subject.

Tony's face crossed with fake hurt before he lent forward on the table so his face was closer to her's, "Yeah, and why's that Ms Trainee Assassin?" He asked.

"I do not think you would have enough strength for it," She replied.

"And you do?"

"Yes, I have been around them my whole life. I have been handling them for years," She said then lent for towards him, "My father is part of Israeli Mossad - here on business. I am going to get my citizenship and stay here if they leave," She said.

They were caught in each other's eyes until they heard the sound of someone's message tone. Then they lent back in their chairs simultaneously.

Tim addressed Tony, "They said that they are at the cinema and waiting for us. Ready to leave?" He said.

"Yeah, just give me a second," Tony replied, reaching to the white napkin in front of Ziva and for the pen that he so happened to have in his pocket.

He scribbled his number on the napkin with a bit of trouble because of they soft paper catching on the end of the pen before handing it to her. She brightly smiled at him and he smiled back.

"I'll see you around Ziva. Abby," He said as he began walking with Tim but after a few metres he stopped and turned to face them, "Unless you want to join us,"

"I cannot, sorry; I have a few things to do before the end of the day. And we just came from a movie," Ziva replied while putting the napkin in her pocket.

Once they had left Abby and Ziva's food appeared from the kitchen. Surprised at the amount of time that their food had taken they began eating.

It was silent until Abby couldn't control her curiosity any longer, "Did he give you his number?" She blurted out.

"What?"

"Did he give you his number?" She repeated and watched her friends face light up. That was all the confirmation that she needed, "When are you going to call him? When are you going to see him again?" Abby asked at full speed.

"Abby slow down. I do not want to seem desperate. I will wait a few days, okay. Then I will call. Okay," It wasn't a question, because it was Ziva's decision and not Abby's, "How about you? Did you get Tim's number?" Ziva teased.

"No, I don't want his number," Abby replied a little defensive. Ziva smirked as she finished off her lunch.

Abby came back to her house that night. Ziva was more than happy to have dropped her home but Abby being Abby wanted to make sure she was okay after learning the new information about this.

Tali was enthusiastic to be seeing Ziva's best friend and everyone else kept they're distance. Abby offered to stay the night but Ziva replied with an 'I will be fine; I do not know what you are worrying so much about,' as Abby stepped out of the car and walked to the front door.

When Ziva got back home she was called to the kitchen again where her father was sitting.

She had a sinking feeling. She could tell he wasn't going to hit her again because she sat in the seat as far away from him as she could. But she knew he wasn't the barer of good news.

Oh, and by the way; tell me if you want any McAbby :) if that's what you want I will include it :)

Any critisim with the flirting? Or was it okay?

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