A/N: Tony runs into Ziva's 80-year-old upstairs neighbor in the hallway before dinner. Friendship or Tiva, totally up to you.
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Day 12: Write about a snowman.
Ziva was sipping a hot cup of tea by the bay window, watching white flakes fall down slowly, before adding another layer to the white blanket outside. She smiled when her gaze drifted to the snowman the kids next door had built on the front lawn. It was right in front of her window. She had followed the kids' progress all afternoon, and offered them some hot chocolate after a disagreement had turned into a snowball fight. When they were nearly finished, she handed them a leftover carrot as a finishing touch.
Her stomach growled, and she checked her watch. Tony was running late. He hadn't texted her, so she assumed he was still coming over for dinner. She glanced towards the kitchen, relieved she had decided on spaghetti Bolognese; the sauce was ready, all that needed to be done was reheat it and cook some pasta.
Turning her attention on the snowman again, she almost spilled her tea as something, or rather someone, fell on top of it from above. Her eyes went wide, and she quickly put down the cup of tea and raced outside on socked feet.
She stepped into the front yard, up to her ankles in snow, just when the person was scrambling to sit upright.
"Tony?" Her mind blanked temporarily as her heart thumped in her chest.
She looked up, saw Christmas lights that hadn't been there two hours earlier, and a shocked Mrs. Sweeny staring down.
"What are you doing putting up Christmas lights now?"
It sounded harsher then she had intended; adrenaline was still racing through her veins from when she realized it was Tony who had plummeted to the ground. He may occasionally pretend to be a special snowflake, but he definitely didn't fall from the sky like one.
"I'm fine, by the way," he deadpanned. "I killed the snowman, though," he said with a grimace, holding up the carrot.
Ziva closed her eyes for a second and breathed out a laugh. She was about to step closer and help him up when a sound from above drew her attention.
A pack of snow slid down the roof and covered Tony almost completely. She bit her bottom lip, and made a mental note to give him an extra serving of spaghetti, to ease the future blow to his ego when she told McGee about this.
Tony wiped some snow from his face, and said, "Good news, you have a snowman again."
