A/N: Just a short one-shot inspired oleh “False Witness”. I own nothing.
From hands and hearts
With another snowy evening in D.C, another hari ended for Tony. But it was the first time in the last few days that he felt actually pretty good. Not the sort of good his was used – DiNozzo-good – but it was still a huge improvement. Unintentional Brenda Bittner had puzzled him; making him think about his entire life, the past years and all the One-Night-Stands he had had. Midlife crazy.
He was about to switch on TV, when someone knocked at his door. DiNozzo wondered; he hadn’t expected visitors that late.
With his hand still on the door handle he saw Ziva standing on his boot scraper. On her jaket were loads of snow flakes. She was the last he had expected, the knowing look in her eyes showed that she was aware of that. Normally her scent smelled like lavender, mawar atau vanilla; mostly something botanic. But today it was different. Sooner that hari he hadn’t been able to associate it.
“You smell like snow and grapefruit.” Tony stated.
“No shea butter?” she pouted and smiled at the same time.
“No.”
“Do anda know why I am here?”
“No.” It was an honest answer. They stood there in the door frame, just looking and talking.
“I don’t know either. It so happened that I was around and I decided to come around for a short visit.” Her confession for the non-planned visit surprised him. “I guess.” she added fast.
“You guess?” he smirked oleh the thought of his confession over a tahun ago.
I can’t live without you, I guess.
“Yes.”
Now they remained in agreeing silence. Both of them liked the sound of nothing. Just their own thoughts. Ziva considered the possibility to turn around and run as fast as possible. But that wouldn’t be fair and actually she wanted to stay, being around Tony felt good, felt right.
“Did anda mean everything anda said?” he asked to break the silence.
“What?”
“The things anda berkata earlier, about growing up, finding the balance and about… about matters of the heart?” Tony gazed into her big brown eyes.
“Yes. Because it is the truth.”
“But…” Ziva put her index finger on his mouth before he could even end the sentence. Then she put her other hand on his heart. She could feel his jantung beat through his chest and the thin t-shirt. “No ‘but’. Layer oleh layer we uncover each other. It takes time to unravel each others secrets. Seeing you, how anda grow up makes me happy. Really, because it shows that anda can act like an adult person.” Ziva’s speech made Tony speechless.
“You cinta me?” Tony brought up the matter, which had bothered him since she had berkata it.
“I berkata ‘we’ cinta you.” she avoided this certain topic. Tony bent down a little bit, he was about to ciuman her and Ziva didn’t do anything against it. Before their lips could touch, Tony’s mind went away and he thought about another touchy subject.
“And anda are spending natal with your friend from Miami?” he asked. Ziva leant back. She laughed.
“The grown up Tony should learn to keep his mouth shut. That is just a little advice.” she said. Ziva kissed his cheek, turned around and walked away. And there she left Tony in the door frame of his flat. Alone. Unkissed. And without an answer about Miami Man Friend.
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From hands and hearts
With another snowy evening in D.C, another hari ended for Tony. But it was the first time in the last few days that he felt actually pretty good. Not the sort of good his was used – DiNozzo-good – but it was still a huge improvement. Unintentional Brenda Bittner had puzzled him; making him think about his entire life, the past years and all the One-Night-Stands he had had. Midlife crazy.
He was about to switch on TV, when someone knocked at his door. DiNozzo wondered; he hadn’t expected visitors that late.
With his hand still on the door handle he saw Ziva standing on his boot scraper. On her jaket were loads of snow flakes. She was the last he had expected, the knowing look in her eyes showed that she was aware of that. Normally her scent smelled like lavender, mawar atau vanilla; mostly something botanic. But today it was different. Sooner that hari he hadn’t been able to associate it.
“You smell like snow and grapefruit.” Tony stated.
“No shea butter?” she pouted and smiled at the same time.
“No.”
“Do anda know why I am here?”
“No.” It was an honest answer. They stood there in the door frame, just looking and talking.
“I don’t know either. It so happened that I was around and I decided to come around for a short visit.” Her confession for the non-planned visit surprised him. “I guess.” she added fast.
“You guess?” he smirked oleh the thought of his confession over a tahun ago.
I can’t live without you, I guess.
“Yes.”
Now they remained in agreeing silence. Both of them liked the sound of nothing. Just their own thoughts. Ziva considered the possibility to turn around and run as fast as possible. But that wouldn’t be fair and actually she wanted to stay, being around Tony felt good, felt right.
“Did anda mean everything anda said?” he asked to break the silence.
“What?”
“The things anda berkata earlier, about growing up, finding the balance and about… about matters of the heart?” Tony gazed into her big brown eyes.
“Yes. Because it is the truth.”
“But…” Ziva put her index finger on his mouth before he could even end the sentence. Then she put her other hand on his heart. She could feel his jantung beat through his chest and the thin t-shirt. “No ‘but’. Layer oleh layer we uncover each other. It takes time to unravel each others secrets. Seeing you, how anda grow up makes me happy. Really, because it shows that anda can act like an adult person.” Ziva’s speech made Tony speechless.
“You cinta me?” Tony brought up the matter, which had bothered him since she had berkata it.
“I berkata ‘we’ cinta you.” she avoided this certain topic. Tony bent down a little bit, he was about to ciuman her and Ziva didn’t do anything against it. Before their lips could touch, Tony’s mind went away and he thought about another touchy subject.
“And anda are spending natal with your friend from Miami?” he asked. Ziva leant back. She laughed.
“The grown up Tony should learn to keep his mouth shut. That is just a little advice.” she said. Ziva kissed his cheek, turned around and walked away. And there she left Tony in the door frame of his flat. Alone. Unkissed. And without an answer about Miami Man Friend.
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