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Teams were quickly arranged, Tony purposely picking the substitutes of the team to give Ziva an early advantage. Pity, even Tony doubts Ziva's ability to play football. The two teams broke off and headed for opposite sides of the field. Tony and Ziva both walked up to the center of the field, where Tony would flip the coin.
"Do you want me to go easy on you? I wouldn't want to hurt you." Tony mocked.
"Do so and die!" Ziva hissed as she grabbed the coin from Tony and flipped it in the air.
"Tails!" Ziva called, and it landed on tails. Ziva smirked at Tony as she made the motion to receive to her team, and Tony made the motion to kickoff to his team. Tony and Ziva both jogged back to their teams, where they filled them in on the plan of attack.
Ziva was chosen to receive the ball and Tony was on the kickoff team. Nick, the substitute kicker, lined up a perfect kick to where Ziva would need to run to catch it. Ziva easily caught the ball in one hand and tucked it in the crook of her arm. She took off in a straight line, looking for an open lane. Ziva took a light hit from the side and fell to the ground, safely protected by a pair of arms wrapped around her waist. Looking up to see who tackled her, she was met with a smirking Tony DiNozzo. Ziva hit him in the arm and he yelped.
"Yaow! What was that for?" Tony asked as he helped Ziva stand up.
"Don't hold back. I'm not a piece of glass, hit me as hard as you normally would with anyone else." Ziva berated him.
"Well Zee-vah, if that's what every woman would say, chivalry would be dead." Tony smirked as he took position as Middle-Linebacker.
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Tony and Ziva were both bathed in sweat as they set up for one last play. The score was tied at 21-21, the time on the clock quickly going down. Much to Tony's surprise, Ziva and and Tali had been exceptional, even managing to take Tony down a few times.
Tony was playing as safety, scanning the field for any indications on what Ziva was planning. Tali was set up as a wide-receiver and Ziva was quarterback. Ziva dropped back a few yards to gain some room if she needed to get away from a defender. Ziva quickly spotted Tali available for a pass, so Ziva threw it.
Tony already followed Ziva's line of sight, and tracked it to Tali. Tony dove for the ball and caught it in one hand, making the interception. Tony jumped over Tali and ran on to try to make a final touchdown. He juked in and out of the other team, evading tackle after tackle. Tony ran to the left side of the field and took off on a full on sprint.
Tony was mere yards from the end-zone when something slammed into his right side, sending him crashing to the sidelines with another body on top of him. Tony heard a chuckle of victory as he went down, and he immediately knew who it was. Ziva.
Coach Harris blew the whistle, signaling that practice was finally over. Ziva held out her hand for Tony to take and he reluctantly took it, being hauled up to his feet surprisingly fast.
"That was a pretty good hit!" Tony exclaimed as he walked back over to Coach Harris with Ziva and Tali in tow.
"Oh, I was just going easy on you, not my best." Ziva mocked as Tony tried to figure out if she was joking or not. Coach Harris walked over to the trio to congratulate them.
"Tony! Why don't you have your two friends here do tryouts as well? I'm sure without a doubt they would make it in!" Coach Harris said.
Ziva and Tali gave each other knowing looks before taking off their helmets. Everyone besides Tony did a double-take, rubbing their eyes to make sure they weren't seeing things. Girls!? We just got our asses kicked by girls!? Coach Harris burst into laughter as he patted Tony on the shoulder.
"Woooh! Man, you never cease to amaze me, DiNozzo! Please don't tell me Ari is a girl too!" Coach Harris joked with a serious undertone to it.
"Nah, he's a guy. Those two are sisters in case you didn't notice already." Tony said as he gestured to Ziva and Tali.
"And Ari's their brother." Tony explained. Coach Harris burst into another fit of laughter while the receiving strange looks from the rest of the players.
"Well, if he's anything like his sisters, I might as well get him a jersey right now!" Coach Harris said. Tony gave a sincere smile, making Coach Harris do his own double-take.
"DiNozzo, did you just smile?" he asked, his eyes as wide as bowling balls. Tony only nodded as he gave him a cheeky grin. Coach Harris glanced at Ziva who had her eyes pointed to the ground. Ahh... I see...
"Well it looks good on you." Coach Harris said before jogging over to where the rest of the players were formed in a tight circle, down on one knee and steam coming off of their heads from the exertion. Tony gestured for Ziva and Tali to follow him as he jogged back to the SUV. Tony helped Ziva strip off her shoulder pads and helmet while Tali easily slipped out of her own. Taking all the equipment, Tony stuffed it in the trunk and hopped into the driver's seat, making his way over to Gibbs's house.
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Pulling into the driveway, Tony turned off the radio and unlocked the car doors, waiting for Ziva and Tali to get out. Tali walked back into the house in dire need of a shower while Ziva walked over to Tony's side of the car.
"Thank you, Tony. Tali and I had a lot of fun, it really was one of those once-in-a-lifetime things for me." Ziva said, fighting the urge to rip open the car door and kiss him senseless.
"Don't sweat it, I'm glad you had fun, and to be honest that was one of the best practices I've ever had." Tony smiled, turning Ziva's insides into mush. Ziva got lost in Tony's deep sea-green eyes, those eyes that would sparkle with mischief and fire, but also happiness and...something else she couldn't quite place.
Tony himself was lost in Ziva's chocolate-brown eyes that seemed to swirl with mystery and excitement. They both unconsciously moved closer to each other's faces, inch by inch, closing the distance between their lips. By the time they both snapped out of their trances, they found their lips centimeters apart, their eyes communicating so much in so little time. Their hot breaths mingled with each other, both of them able to taste a sneak peek of what a simple kiss could be like. How it could bring entire oceans to a standstill, stop the Earth's orbit, bring the stars out, all just to watch such a monumental moment in their lives.
Their lips barely grazed each other in a ghostly touch before Anthony (somehow) jumped through the car window, eagerly licking the area Ziva's lips would have been a split-second later. Neither of them could help but laugh at the awkwardness and hilarity of the situation as Anthony's tail whipped back and forth like a machine-gun. After a minute or so Tony opened the car door to let Anthony out, but much to his amusement, Anthony clung to his leg in a death-grip. Tony and Ziva both burst into a fit of laughter as Anthony licked Tony's crotch, then went on to nibble on his inner thigh.
For some odd reason Ziva couldn't help but be turned on by the lick Anthony did on Tony's crotch. If it were my tongue, gently swirling around there... Wait, shit did I say that out loud? Ziva slowly turned to face Tony who was still laughing at Anthony and his many ways to show his love for Tony. Ziva exhaled a deep breath, her heart-beat going down at least 40 BPM (beats per minute). Thank God!
With a snap of the fingers, Anthony was immediately sitting at Tony's feet, eagerly awaiting his next command. Ziva stared in awe at Tony, who simply shrugged in reply. No one really knows why Anthony feels and has such a great connection with Tony, not even Tony knew, he just went with it. Tony snapped his fingers and pointed to the front door, and Anthony sulked back through, much to Ziva's amusement.
"So um...see you tomorrow?" Tony asked, unsure where to go from here. Ziva only nodded in response before scurrying through the front door and to her room where there would be an empty shower. Tony hopped into the driver's seat and pulled into his own driveway, then bolted through the front door and into the shower.
As both Tony and Ziva stood in the shower, warm-water spraying lightly over them, they both were thinking the same thing: What just happened?
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Dylan stormed into his house in a drunken rage. He grabbed the nearest chair and flung it at the kitchen island, knocking over several glass cups. Dylan screamed in outrage, kicking over the dinner table and throwing another chair at a window, smashing it. Dylan ran upstairs and stormed into his Dad's office, breaking down the door in the process. Dylan proceeded to fling the computer, chair, and several picture frames around the room. Dylan kicked the large wooden desk over and its contents spilled out. Desperately looking for something else to destroy, Dylan searched the mess. His eyes landed on a football, and he let out a beastly roar as he picked up the football and threw it out the window. Dylan had the entire house to himself since his mom had divorced his Dad and his Dad was on vacation in the Bahamas for another week. HE'S DEAD! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM!
He went to his room and took out a pack of steroids. After injecting himself with the drugs, he went to the gym to work on building an exponential amount of muscle. Dylan was in the middle of doing bench presses when he saw Tony walk in, completely oblivious to his presence. Dylan was about to go over there and beat the crap out of him when he thought of something. He humiliated me in front of the entire football team, in front of the entire school. Now I'm going to do the same!
Dylan walked out of the gym and went to use his home weight set. Throughout the entire night he constantly lifted weights and built muscle, anger fueling every repetition. Dylan was on a constant dose of steroids, trying to gain every advantage over Tony and think of the best way to humiliate and hurt him. I'll beat the shit out of him in front of the entire school, and nobody's going to stop me. Tony's always been prided as the best fighter in the school, so I'll kick his ass. And after I do that, I'll...uhhh...shit what the hell am I going to do next? Fuck it, I'll improvise.
Dylan took one last fresh dose of steroids before jumping into his pickup truck. Something caught his eye, however: His backpack was in a different position then from when he had left it last. The zipper was open all the way, but Dylan always left it completely closed. It was propped neatly against the passenger seat instead of on the floor. Strange, I swear to God I left it on the floor, and I always close the zipper. Huh, must be seeing things. I didn't sleep last night, so yeah, that must be it. Sleep deprivation is making me see things. But I'm not even tired... Oh well, doesn't matter, the only thing that does is beating the shit out of Tony-fucking-DiNozzo's ass.
Dylan sped into the school parking lot, lugging his backpack with him that felt slightly heavier than it usually did. Dylan wasn't sure whether he should put his backpack away first or after he beat up Tony, but decided to put it away first so he would be quicker in a fight. That is, until his eyes landed on Tony walking through the halls. This is fucking it! I'm gonna kick this dude's ass so hard he'll be crying for his Mom!
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Tony was walking through the halls on his way to Ziva's locker to talk about the other day after football practice. At first Tony was confused out of his mind, unsure of his true feelings. But after he recounted every memory he had with Ziva, he realized that there has never been a bad one. Tony had grown to be so comfortable and safe around Ziva that he could let his true colors show, let the cold-hearted man with no emotions be wiped away. Tony realized that what he thought of Ziva was more than a fellow student, a neighbor, or a friend. No, this was romantic feelings, feelings he hadn't had with...anyone. Sure, Tony had kissed more girls than he could count, but that was it, simple teenage hormones working on his mind to get that extra push and need for something sexual, even though surprisingly Tony was a virgin. But this was different, this was Ziva.
For the first time in his life, Tony wanted a serious relationship, with Ziva. And considering that it was Ziva who had brought him out of his shell, who got him to peel off his masks, Tony honestly couldn't imagine anyone else he could possibly want to be with. Now Tony was on his way to discuss this with Ziva, to let her know how he truly felt about her. When Tony first set off for Ziva's locker, he hesitated, unsure what would happen to their friendship should she not feel the same. Sometimes, you have to take a leap of faith, lay it all on the line. I need to let her know how I feel, otherwise I could end up being too late. If that ever happened, I'm not sure I could live with myself. I'd be even more broken than when my Mom died.
Out of nowhere, a fist crashed into Tony's jaw, sending him flying into a nearby locker. Looking up to see who his attacker was, he was met with a right hook across his face, sending Tony to the floor. Shit! Whoever's throwing those punches hits like a truck! Tony quickly rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding a kick meant for his gut. Tony hopped up onto his feet to meet an angry looking Dylan with wild eyes and a bulging vein on his neck that just screamed steroids. Jesus, he looks twice as big as he was on Friday. How much has he been juicing!? Forget it, I'm not gonna wimp out of a fight, especially from some punk who gets his strength from...a shit ton of steroids. Those were Tony's last thoughts before blocking a left hook and returning an uppercut to Dylan's chin, sending him stumbling backwards.
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Ziva was at her locker when she heard a large commotion from down the hall. A large crowd had formed a circle around what seemed like a fight, and a nasty one at that. Ziva tried to get a glimpse, but the sheer amount of students that formed around the fight broke off all chances of that.
"You're fucking dead, DiNozzo!" Ziva heard Dylan yell. This can't be good. For Dylan. At least that was what Ziva thought before she heard a grunt from Dylan and a second later a body being thrown into a locker.
"Jesus! Dylan must be loaded on some serious steroids! He's twice as big as he was on Friday! Shit!" a random student snickered as they watched the fight ensue. Ziva immediately grew worried for Tony. She desperately tried to fight her way through the crowd, but apparently the entire school had assembled to watch the legendary fight. Ziva heard a much heavier body being slammed into a locker, followed by multiple sounds Ziva could have only guessed were punches.
"Holy shit! Tony's making a come-back!" another student exclaimed as he held a camcorder, getting a view of the entire fight. Ziva was right next to the student, so she watched the fight ensue from the camcorder, helpless to do anything more than watch.
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Tony had a split lip and a broken nose, but apart from that Tony was in good shape. Being slammed into the locker had broken his nose, and the punches Dylan threw at the beginning of the fight had split his lip.
Dylan already had two black eyes and two of his teeth had popped out, but the sheer anger he felt numbed out all the pain. Blood glistened his teeth as threw another punch at Tony, only to be countered and thrown onto the floor. As Dylan tried to get up, a kick with the force of a bullet smashed into his gut, stealing his breath.
"Are you done yet?" Tony asked as he wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his lip. Dylan quickly dove for Tony's legs, tackling Tony to the ground. Due to the weight advantage Dylan had on Tony, Dylan managed to straddle Tony and deliver blow after blow to his face. After the fifth blow, Tony was done playing with Dylan. Anger boiled in Tony's blood, pissed off that he was losing a fight to a steroid junkie. Fuck this, I'm done playing. No mercy.
Tony caught both of Dylan's fists in his hands and forcefully twisted them, bending Dylan's wrists. Dylan cried out in agony as Tony gave them a nasty twist, dislocating them. Tony pushed Dylan off of him and got to his feet. Dylan cried out in agony again as he snapped each of his wrists back into place and threw a right hook at Tony.
Tony easily blocked the punch, then swept Dylan's leg out from right under him. Dylan crashed to the ground, and was given no time before he was hauled right back to his feet and thrown at a nearby locker, breaking his nose. Blood poured from Dylan's nose as Tony repeatedly kicked Dylan's shins, making it nearly impossible to stand. Tony brought his knee flying at Dylan's face, sending him sprawling across the floor, the contents of his backpack spilling out.
Tony stepped over Dylan and gave a final kick to Dylan's side, causing him to roll over and look straight into his backpack.
"Piece of shit." Tony said as he spat on Dylan and began walking away, a clear path already being made for him, specifically Ziva's direction.
Ziva was standing in the middle of the pathway that had been made for Tony, and their eyes instantly locked. Tony was frozen to the spot, unable to speak or think, he just stood there.
Dylan was looking inside his backpack when something caught his eye. Dylan gently took it in his hands, and he instantly recognized what it was, even if he never brought it with him, or if he never owned one. Anger once again refueled his system as he gripped it in his hands and stood up. Immediately all of the students gasped in horror and fear.
Tony took one step gentle step towards Ziva when a bullet ripped through his body, sending him to his knees, then falling face-first to the school floor, a pool of blood rapidly forming around him.
DUN DUN DUUUUUUN! OMG, TONY GOT SHOT! Didn't see that one coming did you? Or maybe you did see that coming...
ANYWAYS...just a heads up, TONY DOES NOT DIE, SO CHILL OUT!
With that being said, next chapter coming up on Sunday, I promise!
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