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ncisficathonTitle: Finger Lickin’ Good
Author:vamp926
Written for:callmesandy
Prompt: Tony/Ziva, funny banter but also real respect , happy ending, but not fluff
Archive: Please ask before archiving
Genre: Gen
Pairings: Implied Tony/Ziva
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.
Word Count: 1022
Summary: Tony and Ziva go out to eat dinner
Tony looked up as a knock sounded at his door. He put the remote down on the table and walked to the door, the soft sounds of the TV in the background. He looked through the peephole and opened the door, revealing Ziva standing there, fiddling with the zipper on her jacket. She was dressed in black skinny jeans, a blank tank top, and a black cropped leather jacket. She had high heeled boots on and a silver choker around her throat. There were dangly silver earrings in her ears and her hair was pulled halfback.
“Ziva,” Tony said, looking astounded to see her. “I thought you had a date tonight?” She had been talking all week about the man she had met at her gym. Ziva pushed past him into the apartment and flopped down onto the couch.
“He stood me up,” Ziva said tightly, and Tony could sense her anger, like any good partner should be able to do. He went over to the couch and sat down next to her.
“And you’re here why?” Tony asked, his brow furrowed with confusion. They had been at odds lately, more often than not, and he was surprised that she had not gone to Abby first.
“Well, I was thinking,” Ziva began slowly, “maybe we could go out to dinner, together.” Tony smiled; it was the smile he used when he wanted to be charming and conniving.
“And where were you thinking, Ms. David?”
When they arrived at the restaurant, the line was out the door. Tony turned to Ziva.
“Do you want to wait, or give up and go somewhere else?” he asked.
“I’ve been waiting all week to go to this place,” Ziva said.
“Wait it is,” Tony said as he took her elbow and led her to the back of line. “So, why did you come to me and not Abby or McGee?” Tony asked, looking at her.
“Well, I figured that you would appreciate the restaurant more. Ribs and wings are more your thing,” Ziva said.
“Are you sure you should be eating here?” Tony asked, eyeing the Star of David that was handing from her neck. Ziva caught him looking and laughed.
“I have never kept kosher,” Ziva said. “Do you know how hard that is, keeping kosher and going undercover? If I had ever tried to keep kosher I would have been made. It’s much safer for Mossad agents not to bother.”
“Oh,” Tony said. He knew that there was logic to her statement. “I just never thought to ask before.”
“It is perfectly all right,” Ziva said. Awkward silence descended between the two as the line moved slowly forward. Finally, Ziva broke the silence.
“Why haven’t you been a date in a while?” she asked, looking at Tony. With her heels on, she didn’t have to look up into his face at all, she was dead even.
“What makes you think I haven’t been on a date?” Tony asked.
“Tony, if you go out with a woman, we never hear the end of it. You brag, constantly,” Ziva said.
“Oh,” Tony replied sheepishly. “Well, I just haven’t been interested in anyone.” Ziva smirked. “No, really,” Tony said. The awkward silence returned until they were seated. They both poured over the menu, bouncing choices off of each other and they finally came to a decision. Tony decided on a BBQ pork sandwich with french fries and a beer. Ziva decided on BBQ shrimp, which also came with fries and she ordered a mojito, her standard drink.
They ate in comfortable silence for a while, both enjoying their food, until Tony spoke up.
“What were you planning on doing after dinner?”
“Well, I was going to seduce you, but since you’re onto me, I’ll have to rethink my plan,” Ziva said with a smirk.
“Well, I was thinking we could go back to my apartment and settle down with an 80’s classic,” Tony said.
“Please don’t tell me that you are going to make me watch The Breakfast Club again,” Ziva said in disbelief. It was the one movie that Tony always made her watch. She thought that it was a good movie, but it was one of the ones he obsessed over intensely.
“What’s wrong with watching The Breakfast Club?” Tony asked, faking hurt in his voice.
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Ziva said. “But must we watch that all the time. You’ve made me watch it hundreds of times. Can’t we watch something else?”
“Fine,” Tony said, pretending to pout. Ziva laughed at him. They paid their bill and got up from the table.
“Want to grab ice cream on the way home?”
They stopped at a popular little ice cream stand by Tony’s apartment and sat outside at one of the tables, eating their ice cream before getting back in the car. Ziva laughed as Tony attempted to lick ice cream off of his nose.
“You are so immature, Tony,” she exclaimed, handing him a napkin. Tony grinned widely and accepted the napkin and wiped the ice cream off of his face.
“It’s what I’m here for,” Tony declared.
“Yes,” Ziva agreed. “You are here for the amusement of me and McGee.”
“Just like you and your messed up idioms help put a smile on my face,” Tony shot back.
“I really had fun tonight, Tony. Thank you for going out with me,” Ziva said.
“No problem, one of the duties of best friends, you know. That’s why we have them,” Tony said, smiling widely at Ziva. They both got up and threw their napkins away and headed to the car. This became a ritual; dinner, banter, ice cream, and home for a movie. And for the first time in her life, Ziva understood the true meaning of friendship.
Author:
vamp926Written for:
callmesandyPrompt: Tony/Ziva, funny banter but also real respect , happy ending, but not fluff
Archive: Please ask before archiving
Genre: Gen
Pairings: Implied Tony/Ziva
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.
Word Count: 1022
Summary: Tony and Ziva go out to eat dinner
Tony looked up as a knock sounded at his door. He put the remote down on the table and walked to the door, the soft sounds of the TV in the background. He looked through the peephole and opened the door, revealing Ziva standing there, fiddling with the zipper on her jacket. She was dressed in black skinny jeans, a blank tank top, and a black cropped leather jacket. She had high heeled boots on and a silver choker around her throat. There were dangly silver earrings in her ears and her hair was pulled halfback.
“Ziva,” Tony said, looking astounded to see her. “I thought you had a date tonight?” She had been talking all week about the man she had met at her gym. Ziva pushed past him into the apartment and flopped down onto the couch.
“He stood me up,” Ziva said tightly, and Tony could sense her anger, like any good partner should be able to do. He went over to the couch and sat down next to her.
“And you’re here why?” Tony asked, his brow furrowed with confusion. They had been at odds lately, more often than not, and he was surprised that she had not gone to Abby first.
“Well, I was thinking,” Ziva began slowly, “maybe we could go out to dinner, together.” Tony smiled; it was the smile he used when he wanted to be charming and conniving.
“And where were you thinking, Ms. David?”
When they arrived at the restaurant, the line was out the door. Tony turned to Ziva.
“Do you want to wait, or give up and go somewhere else?” he asked.
“I’ve been waiting all week to go to this place,” Ziva said.
“Wait it is,” Tony said as he took her elbow and led her to the back of line. “So, why did you come to me and not Abby or McGee?” Tony asked, looking at her.
“Well, I figured that you would appreciate the restaurant more. Ribs and wings are more your thing,” Ziva said.
“Are you sure you should be eating here?” Tony asked, eyeing the Star of David that was handing from her neck. Ziva caught him looking and laughed.
“I have never kept kosher,” Ziva said. “Do you know how hard that is, keeping kosher and going undercover? If I had ever tried to keep kosher I would have been made. It’s much safer for Mossad agents not to bother.”
“Oh,” Tony said. He knew that there was logic to her statement. “I just never thought to ask before.”
“It is perfectly all right,” Ziva said. Awkward silence descended between the two as the line moved slowly forward. Finally, Ziva broke the silence.
“Why haven’t you been a date in a while?” she asked, looking at Tony. With her heels on, she didn’t have to look up into his face at all, she was dead even.
“What makes you think I haven’t been on a date?” Tony asked.
“Tony, if you go out with a woman, we never hear the end of it. You brag, constantly,” Ziva said.
“Oh,” Tony replied sheepishly. “Well, I just haven’t been interested in anyone.” Ziva smirked. “No, really,” Tony said. The awkward silence returned until they were seated. They both poured over the menu, bouncing choices off of each other and they finally came to a decision. Tony decided on a BBQ pork sandwich with french fries and a beer. Ziva decided on BBQ shrimp, which also came with fries and she ordered a mojito, her standard drink.
They ate in comfortable silence for a while, both enjoying their food, until Tony spoke up.
“What were you planning on doing after dinner?”
“Well, I was going to seduce you, but since you’re onto me, I’ll have to rethink my plan,” Ziva said with a smirk.
“Well, I was thinking we could go back to my apartment and settle down with an 80’s classic,” Tony said.
“Please don’t tell me that you are going to make me watch The Breakfast Club again,” Ziva said in disbelief. It was the one movie that Tony always made her watch. She thought that it was a good movie, but it was one of the ones he obsessed over intensely.
“What’s wrong with watching The Breakfast Club?” Tony asked, faking hurt in his voice.
“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Ziva said. “But must we watch that all the time. You’ve made me watch it hundreds of times. Can’t we watch something else?”
“Fine,” Tony said, pretending to pout. Ziva laughed at him. They paid their bill and got up from the table.
“Want to grab ice cream on the way home?”
They stopped at a popular little ice cream stand by Tony’s apartment and sat outside at one of the tables, eating their ice cream before getting back in the car. Ziva laughed as Tony attempted to lick ice cream off of his nose.
“You are so immature, Tony,” she exclaimed, handing him a napkin. Tony grinned widely and accepted the napkin and wiped the ice cream off of his face.
“It’s what I’m here for,” Tony declared.
“Yes,” Ziva agreed. “You are here for the amusement of me and McGee.”
“Just like you and your messed up idioms help put a smile on my face,” Tony shot back.
“I really had fun tonight, Tony. Thank you for going out with me,” Ziva said.
“No problem, one of the duties of best friends, you know. That’s why we have them,” Tony said, smiling widely at Ziva. They both got up and threw their napkins away and headed to the car. This became a ritual; dinner, banter, ice cream, and home for a movie. And for the first time in her life, Ziva understood the true meaning of friendship.
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