Here is a little something I have written. I know you guys might be sick of me writing Tony's POV,but I just get a kick out of his thoughts! Some of this stuff might be a little off,it is about Tony's mom's side of the family. Disclaimer-the usual,dont own it,but want it.
I stepped through the doors of my Aunt Eleanor's house,thinking of what to say.
"Tony,where are we?" Ziva asked as she furrowed her brows.
"My childhood." I answered.
Ziva shut the car door and ran to my side. She stepped in only to be checked out by my younger cousin Rooney. He was only 12.
"Anthony DiNozzo Jr.,where have you been for the last 5 years?" my aunt yelled at me.
"I have been,well..."I was scared to answer.
"And who is this beautiful girl with you?"she asked gesturing to Ziva.
"I am Tony's partner. Ziva David."
Obviously,there was some confusion with her choose of words.
"Oh,so you and Tone are dating?" Rooney replied.
"No,No,No.We are just partners for our job as agents."
I was petrified,my family knew. They knew how I felt.
"Well,in his letters,he is ALWAYS talking about you. In one of them he said he hated the weekends,they take you away from him." Rooney spat out.
I immediatly cupped a hand over his mouth.
"You and Tony will have to share a room." my aunt stated to Ziva."But while I prepare the room,Tony bring Ziva to your favorite ice cream place down the street."
I was overjoyed by this! I grabbed Ziva's hand and pulled her out the door.
"Tony,so you talk about me in your letters?" she said as she looked at me with those,big,beautiful,brown eyes.
"I have mentioned you." I replied.
At that epic moment,she grabbed my hand. She didn't let go,or slap me!
"So Ziva,why exactly are you holding my hand?" I questioned.
"Does this bother you?" she smiled.
"No,I like it."
We finished our ice cream before the sun set,I saw it right there,with her,in the place where my dad could dump me if he could at the time.
We approached the home,where we were to stay together that night.
"Anthony,the room is ready." my aunt said.
In the corner before our bedroom,boy that sounds weird,but good,Rooney was hooking up some sort of sound thingy."
"What are you doing Ru?" I asked him sternly.
"Cara told me to!" he said franticly.
Cara is my 40 year old cousin,she is a romance novelist,and can always spot a romance. She must have seen Ziva and me.
I ignored it thinking it was just a prank to trip someone.
Few moments after I entered the room,so did Ziva. She was in a American Fifa shirt,and I am pretty sure that was it.
I was in boxers. So this was going to be tricky.
"Nice shirt."
"Thank you I might as well wear American if I am one."
"Ziva you know I wanted to be there."
"I wanted you to be there more than anyone!"
"You care about me?"I said shocked.
"More than I should." she looked down.
I approached her. She stepped closer. I gentelly placed my hands on her hips,and she followed by putting her arms around my neck.
This was more than just fooling around,it was love.
Ziva suddenly stopped.
"I want more than a one night stand,I want to have a public relationship,maybe more."
"This is not normally me,but I will. That's what I want. I love you."
"Me too."she said.
You can picture the rest for yourself.:]
I stepped through the doors of my Aunt Eleanor's house,thinking of what to say.
"Tony,where are we?" Ziva asked as she furrowed her brows.
"My childhood." I answered.
Ziva shut the car door and ran to my side. She stepped in only to be checked out by my younger cousin Rooney. He was only 12.
"Anthony DiNozzo Jr.,where have you been for the last 5 years?" my aunt yelled at me.
"I have been,well..."I was scared to answer.
"And who is this beautiful girl with you?"she asked gesturing to Ziva.
"I am Tony's partner. Ziva David."
Obviously,there was some confusion with her choose of words.
"Oh,so you and Tone are dating?" Rooney replied.
"No,No,No.We are just partners for our job as agents."
I was petrified,my family knew. They knew how I felt.
"Well,in his letters,he is ALWAYS talking about you. In one of them he said he hated the weekends,they take you away from him." Rooney spat out.
I immediatly cupped a hand over his mouth.
"You and Tony will have to share a room." my aunt stated to Ziva."But while I prepare the room,Tony bring Ziva to your favorite ice cream place down the street."
I was overjoyed by this! I grabbed Ziva's hand and pulled her out the door.
"Tony,so you talk about me in your letters?" she said as she looked at me with those,big,beautiful,brown eyes.
"I have mentioned you." I replied.
At that epic moment,she grabbed my hand. She didn't let go,or slap me!
"So Ziva,why exactly are you holding my hand?" I questioned.
"Does this bother you?" she smiled.
"No,I like it."
We finished our ice cream before the sun set,I saw it right there,with her,in the place where my dad could dump me if he could at the time.
We approached the home,where we were to stay together that night.
"Anthony,the room is ready." my aunt said.
In the corner before our bedroom,boy that sounds weird,but good,Rooney was hooking up some sort of sound thingy."
"What are you doing Ru?" I asked him sternly.
"Cara told me to!" he said franticly.
Cara is my 40 year old cousin,she is a romance novelist,and can always spot a romance. She must have seen Ziva and me.
I ignored it thinking it was just a prank to trip someone.
Few moments after I entered the room,so did Ziva. She was in a American Fifa shirt,and I am pretty sure that was it.
I was in boxers. So this was going to be tricky.
"Nice shirt."
"Thank you I might as well wear American if I am one."
"Ziva you know I wanted to be there."
"I wanted you to be there more than anyone!"
"You care about me?"I said shocked.
"More than I should." she looked down.
I approached her. She stepped closer. I gentelly placed my hands on her hips,and she followed by putting her arms around my neck.
This was more than just fooling around,it was love.
Ziva suddenly stopped.
"I want more than a one night stand,I want to have a public relationship,maybe more."
"This is not normally me,but I will. That's what I want. I love you."
"Me too."she said.
You can picture the rest for yourself.:]
