A/N For Elle, who gave me the idea. (I know it's not exactly what we talked about but yeah.)
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. If I did, Tony and Ziva would have started dating AGES ago.
Pick Me Up
Ziva looked back a Michael calling his girlfriend. Devon obviously answered because Michael's face transformed into a massive smile.
Turning around, Ziva walked out of the bar.
Ziva looked to where the voice had come from. Tony was leaning against a lamppost.
"What do you want, Tony?" Ziva replied, not really wanting to hear his answer.
She couldn't even think of one word to sum up how she felt.
Relieved that Michael was completely furious with her.
Guilty because she was still haunted by Andrew's eyes.
But the most complex emotions she felt were towards Tony. She had actually believed he had followed her to the bar the night she left with Michael. That he actually liked her. She needed a friend on this case, but got so wrapped up in everything that she and Tony had ended up at odds with each other.
"You look better than before," Tony said. Ziva began walking; he followed.
"Any reason you're here?" Ziva asked. "Or did you just really need a drink?"
"Actually," he said, pulling her arm to make her stop. "I came to see that you were alright."
"I am fine," she said forcefully, turning away.
"Ziva, can you-" He paused. "Can you let me finish?"
Ziva noticed how anxious he was. She looked at him pointedly. "Go ahead."
"I just wanted to apologise for how I was during the Hoffman case. I was a jerk."
"Yes, you were," Ziva replied. But I was the bigger idiot! I should have just told you that I like you! she thought.
She closed her mouth.
"I'm sorry, Ziva."
"Thank you, Tony," Ziva replied. She could feel her strong Mossad exterior beginning to crumble.
"Are you alright, Ziva? You look like you're about to start hyperventilating," Tony said slowly.
"I just need to find my…car. Oh no," she said, remembering were it was.
"You took a taxi here," Tony said, as if proud that he knew this information.
Ziva fiddled with her jacket.
"You want a lift back to the Navy Yard?" Tony asked.
"Actually, home would be better," Ziva said quickly, knowing she'd be very distracted while driving.
"Yeah, sure. Come on," Tony said. Very tentatively, he put an arm around her shoulders and led her to his car.
They were silent until they were parked outside of Ziva's house.
"Here we are," Tony said,
Ziva couldn't help it. A tear rolled down her cheek.
"Oh, hey, what's wrong," Tony said, not quite sure what to do.
"I'm okay," she said, but he kept watching her. "You really want to know?"
"I feel like, if anything, I should be apologising to you. You tried to make sure I was alright and everything but I was so involved in my…whatever that I didn't take you up on anything." Another tear escaped.
"No, Tony, it's not. I'm sorry. I care more about you more than anything and I was an idiot." She leant over and kissed him, taking him by surprise. "Thank you for the ride home." She got out of the car and went inside.
10 minutes later the doorbell rang. Now in her pyjamas, Ziva opened the door.
"Tony. What are you doing here still?" she said.
He stepped forward and kissed her.
Minutes later, or so it seemed, they drew apart.
"You didn't honestly think I would let you get the last move, did you?" he said impishly.
She smiled, and stepped back to allow him entry into the house.
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