Buzz…buzz…..buzzz…. crash….
Ziva sat up in bed, looking around her room. Her phone had been vibrating on the table next to her bed and fell off. She looked next to her, waiting to find Tony, but he wasn't there. The faint smell of coffee suddenly protrude her nose when she realized that he was already up and making coffee for them. Hearing her phone still vibrate on the ground, she reached down and answered it.
"Ziva, Hi!" Dr. Smith's voice came through her cell phone.
"Hi Doctor," she said fixing her hair as she glanced in the mirror across from her bed and saw that she looked like a hot mess.
"How are you?" he asked.
"Fine." She gloomily back. She really didn't care what this guy had to say. She just wanted to meet him quick for lunch and get her meetings with him scheduled out.
"That's good," she could hear him smile through the phone, "I have a conflicting appointment today when we were supposed to meet for lunch. Would you be able to do dinner instead?"
"Uhhh, yeah." Ziva responded thinking she didn't want to spend all night with this guy.
"Alright, that sounds great. Would you mind if I picked you up? It would probably be easier," he recommended.
"Okay…." Ziva said warily into the phone and gave him her address. They quickly said their goodbyes and she walked out into the kitchen where she found Tony pouring two cups of coffee. "Hiii," she smiled at him.
"Good morning, Agent David" he smirked at her and handed her a cup, "What are your plans for today?"
"Nothing. I need to take a shower really badly though," she laughed, sipping her coffee.
"I thought I smelled something," he smirked.
"Excuse me!" she exclaimed and shoved him playfully, "If I remember correctly, Tony. You always have said I smell magnificent."
"Yeah, when you shower" he laughed and she shoved him again.
Ziva decided to play with the moment, not knowing where it would head "Well then, you should smell me after hot, sweaty, sex" she smirked as she said the last three words seductively.
Tony gripped onto his coffee cup tighter, "I don't know if I should take that as a threat or promise," he smirked, licking his lips as he watched her lick around the edge of her coffee cup.
"Take it however you want," she winked and went over to pour herself more coffee. She felt his lingering eyes follow her legs and ass while she walked. She smirked to herself realizing how big of tease she was to him.
Her phone began vibrating again and she muttered, "Stop calling me, Dr. Smith" she searched to find where she had put her phone.
"Why is he calling you?" Tony questioned, annoyed at the fact he had her cell number.
Ziva finally found her phone, "Oh, it's Abby. I'll call her back in a bit." She continued "Dr. Smith wanted to go out to lunch today and work out a schedule so, I could meet him. But, he called when I just woke up and said dinner would be better instead."
Tony chuckled, "Just when I thought he couldn't become more of a douchebag, he did. That's the oldest trick in the book, Ziva"
Ziva looked at Tony confused, "Why is he trying to trick a book?"
Tony shook his head, "That's an expression, Zee. He just pulled a move that all guys know. You ask a beautiful woman out to lunch, then call her that day and say lunch isn't good, but you can do dinner. Then you ask her if you can pick her up and it becomes a date." His blood pressure began to rise wondering if she accepted his offer.
"Tony! It's not a date," she clarified seeing his eyes fill with rage.
"YOU'RE GOING?" He shouted out.
"Tony, it's my Doctor! I have to go since you took me to the hospital!" she yelled back at him for overdramatizing this situation.
"You tried to kill yourself, Ziva! That isn't fucking okay!" he set the coffee mug down and threw his hands up in the air.
"Because I thought you were dead! I thought the only person I had left was gone! The one person I trust with my life, the one person who always can make me laugh and the one person who always told me it was going to be okay… I thought was dead!" she screamed, feeling tears begin to form.
"Then why are you going on a date with him?!" Tony spat out.
"I'm not! We're simply going to dinner to plan my appointments with him! If he thinks it's a date, I will tell him that it's not!" she was getting stressed now.
Tony sighed, he didn't want to push her over the edge again, "Okay. Just be safe, please. Call me when you get home."
Ziva smiled at how protective he was of her, "I will, don't worry."
Tony set his mug down, "Okay, I'll get going. I have to coach a basketball game down at the YMCA at noon," Walking over to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, giving her a hug, "You know the drill, sweet cheeks. Call me if you need me," he smiled and walked towards her door, "and call me when you get home tonight or if you need picked up during dinner," he smiled again as she nodded and left.
For the rest of the night, Tony waited anxiously on his couch for her call. Not any of the sport games on ESPN could get her and the douchebag she was out with off his mind. Luckily, one of the games became a close score so, for a few minutes she was finally off his mind.
During the dinner, Dr. Smith slyly touched Ziva and flirted with her. She simply just smiled back and tried not to give him the wrong idea because she was in fact, head over heels for Anthony Dinozzo. He had ordered a bottle of wine for them in which Ziva only drank one glass. Hopefully, he didn't think she was a lightweight and would easily get drunk, ending up in his bed by the end of the night. He tried to tell jokes throughout their dinner, but she hardly laughed at any of them. He wasn't funny or cute or entertaining, or maybe it was just the fact that he wasn't Tony.
"Wow, who knew I would've ended up with such a good-looking patient," Dr. Smith smirked at her, taking a deep breath in.
Ziva tried not to roll her eyes, "Thank you, that's very sweet…" she replied in a stern voice. She glanced at her phone on the table to see if Tony had frantically texted or called her, but was disappointed when he didn't yet.
The waiter soon brought over their check and Ziva went to hand Dr. Smith money.
"Don't worry, pretty. Tonight's on me" he smirked and gave the waiter money.
"I'm fine paying for what I ordered…" Ziva said with an annoyed tone.
"No, no, no! I don't take out pretty women on dates and make them pay!"
"This is not-" she tried to answer his stupid remark, but he interrupted.
Dr. Smith got up from his seat, Ziva also. He put his coat on and spoke again, "So, what do you think about going back to my place for some more wine?"
"I need to go home," Ziva held her phone close, getting ready to call Tony to come get her.
"Alright…" Dr. Smith said as he and Ziva walked back to his car.
It was getting late and Tony kept looking at his phone. He hadn't got any calls from Ziva and he was getting worried. He hoped the guy hadn't got her drunk and planned on scoring with her. Hell, he'd kill the guy if he had to. Deciding maybe he would go wait at her apartment, Tony turned the TV off and grabbed his car keys.
The whole car ride home between Dr. Smith and Ziva was quiet. She was annoyed at how arrogant he was to ask one of his patients out on a date and she was even more annoyed at the fact that Tony was right.
When they arrived at Ziva's apartment complex, Ziva got out of the car quickly and tried to head up to her apartment. But, Dr. Smith insisted on following her up to make sure she got in okay.
They rode the elevator up in silence, Ziva still clinging onto her phone waiting to call Tony and tell him that she was home, safe and sound.
Approaching her door, Ziva unlocked it and opened it. She turned around and smiled shyly at Dr. Smith trying not to make him hate her, since he was her doctor afterall, "Thank you for dinner,"
Tony walked down Ziva's apartment hallway as he heard her talking and saw Dr. Smith standing inside her doorway. He stopped shortly, giving them a moment.
"You're very welcome, Ziva. I never thought I would take out such a pretty woman," he tried to say slyly, causing Ziva to get the urge to punch him.
"Again, you're very sweet-" she was interrupted as Dr. Smith grabbed her and kissed her.
Tony stood there, watching, completely shocked. Ziva had lied to him. She said it wasn't a date. Tony clenched his fists and backed away, getting quickly on the elevator again.
Ziva didn't move her mouth or any part of her body. She lifted her arms up and pushed Dr. Smith away from her with a heavy force.
"What- what was that for?!" he shouted at her.
"Why the fuck did you just kiss me?! You're my Doctor!" she exclaimed with a tone of disgust, "Yeah, actually not anymore!" she went to close the door.
"Look! I'm sorry!" he pushed the door open, "I just, I just thought maybe you were into me!"
"Into you?! You practically said this was going to be a quick meeting about setting up appointments and then you try and kiss me?!" she couldn't believe what was happening.
"I'm sorry, okay?! You said that guy wasn't your husband so, I figured you were down to get with me!" he felt sorry about pushing himself on her.
"He's not my husband….but I am in love with him." Ziva said quietly, "He doesn't have to be my husband for me to be in love with him"
Dr. Smith sighed, "I'm sorry. Let's just forget this ever happened?"
Ziva nodded and shut the door, locking it. She walked inside of her apartment, throwing her purse on the ground and sitting on the couch. She couldn't believe what just happened, she had to tell Tony. She grabbed her phone and dialed his number, listening to the multiple rings and no one answering.
Tony entered his apartment and threw his phone. He heard the crash and figured it had hopefully broke. He wanted nothing more than to punch a wall right now. Ziva, his Ziva had lied to him. She flat out told him that she wasn't going on a date with Dr. Smith, but there she was standing in her doorway kissing the guy. Not to mention, for the past couple of night he was cuddled in bed with her. He walked to his fridge and grabbed a beer. He was definitely going to drink this night away. He kept replaying the kiss between Dr. Smith and Ziva in his head, wondering if that kiss lead to anything more. The thought of Dr. Smith in Ziva's bed made him gag.
Ziva tried calling Tony's phone numerous times again, but still didn't get him to answer. She sighed, figuring that he had maybe fell asleep watching ESPN. She changed into some pajamas and crawled into bed. Checking her phone one more time and seeing no missed calls or texts, she shut the lights off and closed her eyes. She reached out into the bed in front of her, waiting to feel Tony's body there, but realized this night was different. This night, he wouldn't be in her bed, holding her till she fell asleep and felt safe. His missing presence caused her to feel afraid. Afraid of what the darkness in her apartment held and afraid of the nightmares of Somalia and his stabbing would overcome her eventually.