Moving In
Over the course of the next week, Tony and Ziva worked tirelessly outside of work to get all of Ziva's things either to storage or to his apartment. They proved to be a good team outside of work, too. They worked together in the same room in case there were questions on an item. Tony knew where she would want certain things. Then there were questions about the furniture the "mine or yours" questions. They finally finished the middle of the following Saturday, a little more than a week after starting and felt extremely lucky that they hadn't been called in.
They had one final thing to take care of. Ziva was currently waiting for her landlord to look over the place. He had just arrived and was doing that now. She and Tony were standing nervously together. They both knew how big of a step this was in their relationship and they were both very happy about it. But, they also knew that this big step could either make them or break them and they were nervous.
The landlord came over. "Everything seems in order. Here is your security deposit back, Miss David," he said kindly. "And, I'll just need the keys."
She reached out and handed him the keys off her keychain and turned to Tony, who was smiling at her. Somehow, after the keys were turned in their nerves seemed to disappear. They rode back to their place together, holding hands and totally lost in their thoughts as they made their way there.
They immediately began going through the boxes that were stacked in the living room and putting things in their rightful places. At lunchtime they stood up, looking at each other, silently agreeing to take that break together.
"Tony, I'm not ready yet, but we do have to tell them sometime soon," Ziva said. "There are rules about the address and I do not want my mail going to that old place for long."
"And I would rather tell them than have them find out some other way," Tony said quietly. "But you're right, not yet."
It took them the rest of the afternoon to sort through their boxes and then they ordered some pizza for dinner. They were both so happy that they got totally lost in each other's eyes as they ate. When the food was gone they moved at the same time and met in the middle. Their lips locked. Their hands wandered. Their bodies burned with desire. They needed each other and that was it.
The rest of their weekend was spent in the bedroom, wrapped entirely around each other and expressing their feelings toward each other, not really taking the time to enjoy the rest of the apartment that was now both of theirs. It was Tony's sanctuary redone; his new sanctuary that included Ziva and all of her things. That thought alone made both of them happy. This was now Ziva's sanctuary too; the place where she felt like she was home and at peace with everything.
Monday morning, of course, came too soon for either of them. They didn't have a case and they were lost in their own thoughts of what had happened over that weekend. By the end of the day they were totally lost in each other's eyes. They were staring deeply at each other, both with contented looks on their faces.
They only stared for about ten minutes, though it felt to both of them like no time had passed. Tony was aware that Gibbs was watching them and Ziva was aware that Vance was watching them. They didn't indicate this information to the other as they stared. What they were unaware of was that Abby, McGee, and Ducky were also watching them as they gazed into each others eyes. Also, their names had been called at least three times already, each by varying people among those five.
"DiNozzo! David!" Gibbs shouted for the final time at his loudest volume, stepping in between his two agents.
Both agents jumped and stared at Gibbs, coming back into reality with that rude awakening from their thoughts of their weekend together. Gibbs looked at each of them, sighed and walked back over to his desk. He was suppressing a smirk and shaking his head as he sat back down. He ran his hands through his silver hair and then looked at them again.
"I was going to tell you all to go home for the day, but I'm sure you two aren't actually done with what I asked of you. Something you would like to share with the class?" Gibbs asked, glancing back and forth between Tony and Ziva.
"What?" Ziva asked, her expression turning confused. "We are not in a class. Are we?"
"It's an expression, Ziva," Tony corrected automatically. "Sorry, boss. I was just thinking."
"About Ziva? About work? About the clock on the wall over there? About the orange wallpaper on the opposite wall? About the other agents in the building? About that hot blonde that sits behind us? What exactly were you thinking about, DiNozzo?"
"A movie, actually," Tony said quietly, trying hard to cover his own tracks, and realizing that he had definitely said the wrong thing right then. "I was thinking about Star Wars, when Yoda dies and it's just really sad, but very promising all at the same time."
Gibbs stared at him for another moment and sighed. Tony was putting up his defense mechanisms again, which meant that he didn't want to share what was on his mind. Gibbs shook his head slightly and said, "Go home. All of you."
A/N – Getting lost in each other's eyes. I love it when they do this, because you always wonder what they are feeling on the show. Now, we get to see, in this case, what they are feeling and thinking about. Leave a review!