A whistled echoed through the halls of Tony's apartment, "Baby, you look good!" He smirked, kissing the sensitive skin right below her ear. His vision raked down her body, her tanned skin being complimented by the light blue dress she wore. The dress was strapless showing off her sculpted collarbone and upper back while the hem reached just below her ass.
"Well, I have to look like one of the jimbos you would marry, yes?" She teased, putting on her black leather jacket over her dress.
"Awww," He whined about the jacket covering her up, receiving a glare from Ziva, "Bimbo, Zee-vah. And, you are the furthest thing from a bimbo" He took her hand and they walked out of his apartment and down to his car.
The whole ride there, they sang along to the radio and giggled at the ugly people they drove by to which Tony insisted, "We are the best looking couple in America! Not even the Obama's can take on our good looks!"
Arriving at the restaurant, Tony ran over to the passenger side of the car, opening the door and helping Ziva out with his hand. That was one thing she loved about him, he was always a gentleman. Their hands intertwined and they walked into the restaurant, Tony spotting his friends as soon as they were through the door.
"Hey man!" They hugged, patting each other's backs and Ziva stood there watching her husband in his glory.
"Josh, this is my wife, Ziva! Ziva, Josh" Tony proudly introduced them.
"Wife?!" Josh exclaimed, "No fucking way!"
"Way," Tony smirked, winking at Ziva as they followed Josh over to a table where two other men and three women sat.
"Kevin! Mario! The Big D is married!" Josh yelled to the two other man who got up and hit Tony on the back.
"The Big D commited? Holy shit!" The one man laughed.
Ziva watched awkwardly, the three other women staring her down. What the hell are they looking at? She thought to herself.
"Kevin, Mario, this is my wife..Ziva" Tony pointed to her and she smiled back.
"Hello, nice to meet you" she expressed, quietly.
"Ziva? That's an interesting name," The one man stated, Ziva figuring that he was Kevin.
"Bonnie, Lauren and Lisa…this is my wife, Ziva" Tony introduced her to the three women sitting down.
They all smiled at her and Ziva smiled back, taking a seat next to the one women and Tony sat next to her. His arm went behind her and kept at her lower back, as if reassuring her that he was sorry his old friends were so forward with their talk.
Soon enough, a waitress came over and took everyone's orders. The boys continuing their talk about the sports on the TVs on the walls of the restaurant.
The woman next to Ziva, who she figured was Lauren spoke "So, you married Dinozzo huh?"
Ziva smiled, nodding "Yes,"
"I can't believe he got married," the other woman next to Lauren spoke.
"Seriously, it shocks us all!" Lauren laughed, "Even I didn't marry him!" The three girls laughed.
Ziva gave a questioning look at them, confused at why she would say that.
"Oh, you didn't know…?" The woman next to Lauren whispered.
"Know what?" Ziva bitterly asked, annoyed this evening already.
"Bonnie, don't scare her" Lauren threatened, "Not to freak you out, Ziva….but see, we all sorta went with Dinozzo back in the day"
"Went?" The Israeli was confused.
"Dated," Lauren clarified, watching the shock on Ziva's face before it fell.
"Ohh," Ziva glanced at Tony who heard nothing of the conversation because he was too invested in the games. "Figures," she mumbled.
"Don't feel weird!" Lauren touched her shoulder, "We swear there's no feelings or anything left. We just can't believe someone got him to settle down!"
"It was complicated, yes…" Ziva sipped on her mojito.
"At least he's good in bed!" Bonnie shrieked causing the other women to giggle and Ziva to choke on her drink.
This was too fucking weird. Tony couldn't expect her to sit here with these stupid women who clearly weren't over him because he was all they wanted to talk about, could he? He didn't expect her to chat amiably with these women who couldn't shoot a gun if they tried?
"It's weird though!" The woman on the end chimed in, "I heard he was going to settle down with at doctor!"
Jeanne. Ziva could feel the acid rising up her throat as she continued to nurse her drink, trying to not kill all these women with the forks on the table.
"Oh yeah! Hmm, must not have worked out with the doctor," Bonnie said.
"Obviously, " Ziva huffed out, feeling Tony rub her lower back in circles. He must have guessed from her body that she was tense. Idiot, stop watching sports and listen to this conversation and you would figure out why I am tense.
"Hey, girl! I'm happy for you though, even though I don't know you that well! You're beautiful and clearly have a lot going for you if you got that man to settle and put a ring on it!" Lauren admitted, giving a genuine smile at Ziva.
"Thank you," Ziva smiled back, thinking that Lauren might be the only one she could potentially like out of the three women.
"But good luck trying to get that man to cuddle," Bonnie insisted.
"Psh, it'll never happen!" The last woman laughed.
"What do you mean?" Ziva was so confused at what was happening.
"Tony? Not a cuddler. You can try all you want, but it will never happen. He'll make up an excuse that he's got to go to work or he's sick and doesn't want you to catch it because he just doesn't like to cuddle," explained Bonnie.
"We cuddle all the time…" Ziva pondered as she spoke.
"You do?!" Lauren gasped with the others.
"Yeah, he loves it?" Ziva looked over at Tony again.
"Wow!" shouted Lauren, "Congratulations, Ziva. You have conquered Tony Dinozzo!" She held up her hand to give Ziva a high five, but lowered it when Ziva only stared quizzical at her.
"Hey," Tony tugged on Ziva's arm "I'm going to go get another drink, you want another one?" He asked.
She nodded, leaning into him as he kissed her temple before getting up.
After he left, Josh began to speak "So, Ziva? What do you do for a living?" he questioned, looking at her over the table.
"I work with Tony," She smiled.
"Oh, you his secretary?" Josh asked, the rest of the table laughing.
Ziva glanced sideways at Tony up at the bar, wondering if he had ever told them that she was his secretary, "Um, no. I'm an agent also…"
"Wait…you're the crazy Israeli?!" Josh asked in disbelief.
"I am Israeli, yes?" Ziva tilted her head at the man.
"Wow! I can't believe you're his wife! Never thought he liked you, gotta be honest" He laughed and the others joined all while Ziva looked down at the empty drink, controlling her emotions.
"You've killed a lot of people, right? You were in like a group?" Josh asked again and Ziva noticed the women moving away from her as he spoke.
"I was in Mossad…But, we killed the people that were already wanted for killing others.." She tried to speak calmly.
"Mossad? Is that a ter-" Before Josh could speak anymore, Tony came back over with their drinks. He gave a questioning look to Ziva, her eyes giving away all her emotions. But, when he went to ask her, Josh spoke again.
"Dude! You never told us you were fucking the crazy Israeli!" Josh and the rest laughed, Ziva glaring at Tony.
"There's a reason for that, clearly" Tony sharply inhaled, wondering what the hell had happened when he had left.
"That's so funny, Big D! You married the woman who you said was going to bomb us all!" The whole table laughed.
Is this what Tony had really thought about her in the beginning? And, is this really the people he enjoyed to hang around? These idiots thought she was a terrorist! Not to mention, these stupid jimbos, bimbos, whatever were still fawning all over Tony. She needed to get up, breathe and go. She couldn't sit here any longer and be completely judged and destroyed by people who knew nothing about her and what her and Tony had been through.
"Tony, I need to go" Ziva rose from her chair, grabbing her jacket.
"Woah, what's going on?" Kevin asked, the others all staring.
"I just…. Stay! Whatever!" Ziva bit back the tears and hurriedly threw her jacket on, before walking away from the table. She rummaged through her purse, looking for her cell phone to call a cab as she walked out of the restaurant.
"Hey," Her arm was grabbed gently, as Tony spun her around to face him, worried "What the hell just happened?"
"You tell me!" She yelled angrily, "Your buddies are under the impression that I am a terrorist!" Ziva pointed a finger at him, her body shaking visibly, "You told them I would bomb everyone? Did you always think this about me when I first came?! Hell, Tony. Do you still think that about me?!"
"What?! No! Baby, calm down! You know that is furthest from the truth! What the fuck else did they say?" He could feel the anger rising within him.
"Well, let's see!" She spit out sharply, "You failed to tell me you have fucked all those women in there! That one was practically coming when you walked through the door!"
"Fuck sake, Zi. They don't matter! I haven't seen them in years and let me tell you, they meant nothing! I'm married to you! We just got married! Doesn't that say enough for you?!"
"Tony…I just had to sit through forty five minutes of being judged by people I do not know, I am not a terrorist, Tony…" She cried and he stepped forward, his arms encircling her, holding her tight.
"I know you aren't, baby." He kissed her forehead and wiped a few tears from her cheek, "Here," he gave her the car keys "Go start the car, I'll be right there"
She nodded and walked to the car, Tony watching her get in before making his way back inside.
"Yo, that woman is a fucking terrorist!" Mario laughed, not noticing Tony behind him.
"Seriously? She could like…kill us all!" Bonnie joined in.
"What the hell is Mossad, anyways?" Josh questioned, chuckling "That like a fancy word for Al Qaeda?"
Mario and Josh both abruptly fell from their chairs, the women at the table screaming.