A/N: Someone already did this for Tony/Ziva but I really, really wanted to make my own. It will be different, I promise. Enjoy! I do not own NCIS
#01 – Comfort
Ziva placed the plant upon her desk and smiled as Tony and McGee walked over to their desks and took their places. She knew that they had been about to leave, but right now, this was where they needed to be. They were all back, and the bullpen was home once again. Ziva snuggled into her desk chair.
"Welcome back," Tony nodded from across the pen.
Yes, she was finally home and that was the biggest comfort she could have ever had.
#02 – Kiss
The first time they kissed – and meant it – was when Ziva had kissed him on the cheek. The second time was different. The second time was at their Christmas party. Abby and turned the whole pen into something from the inside of a snow globe. Mistletoe hung in every doorway. They had been fighting as they stepped off the elevator only to be greeted with a sprig above their heads. Tony had grabbed her, kissed her, and continued walking, ignoring her like he had been for the past few minutes.
"This conversation still isn't over, Tony DiNozzo! You're paying for that dent in my car."
He could only smirk as he headed towards his desk.
#03 – Soft
She was freezing, he could see that. She hadn't had time to get her coat from the cleaners and had to come in nothing more than a cashmere turtleneck and jeans. They were out examining a crime scene in the snow as she shivered. It didn't even faze him as he took off his jacket and handed it to her. As she snuggled into the softness of it, relishing in the warmth, she didn't find it unusual. Tony had almost died for her, who's to say he wouldn't freeze in the snow for her too?
#04 – Pain
He didn't even see the gun, or hear it. All he heard was her scream and that's all he needed. Ziva was lying on the pavement, blood flooding from the fresh wound in her arm. She clutched it to her chest, trying to ignore the pain as much as she could. Tony, on the other hand, wasn't as strong. He took of his belt, and as he tied it around her arm, he wanted to say "it's okay, you'll be okay" but he knew if he tried, the voice would catch in his throat and he couldn't let her see that. It would kill her knowing that she had caused him pain.
#05 – Potatoes
"What are you doing?" Tony asked as he strolled into the kitchen.
"Making mashed potatoes."
"Do you know how?"
"It isn't that difficult, Tony. I am perfectly capable of making mashed potatoes. Abby did the turkey, you did the salad, McGee did the fruit, Gibbs brought pie. I needed to contribute something."
"So you're making mashed potatoes?"
"Why is that so hard for you to believe?"
Tony shrugged, not knowing how to answer. He stared into the mixing bowl, stuck his finger in, and put the dollop of potatoes right on her nose.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Zi."
#06 – Rain
He wanted to kiss every raindrop that had fallen upon her face. She was so beautiful and the raindrops were driving him crazy. They were outlining her face, her cheeks, her lips…Tony had to bite his bottom lip to keep himself from doing it.
"Hey, want to share your umbrella?" Ziva asked, annoyed.
"Oh, yeah, sorry."
"Thanks. You're the best!"
#07 – Chocolate
It was Valentine's Day. Tony walked into the bullpen and headed towards his desk. Right in the middle of his keyboard was a little, foil-wrapped, Hershey's Kiss. As he was staring at it, Ziva snuck up behind him, and whispered in his ear:
"Happy Valentine's Day, sexy."
"You still aren't getting to drive the new Lambo."
"So is this for me?" He nodded towards the kiss.
"Yeah. You can eat it or shove it up your ass. Either way."
Tony glared at her, unwrapped the chocolate, and popped it into his mouth. The warm chocolate melted upon his tongue and for a second, he pretended that it wasn't a bribe.
#08 – Happiness
For the first time in three months, Tony was happy as he walked into the pen. Ziva was there, and that was all he needed.
#09 – Telephone
He calls her whenever he wants to talk. She tells him its annoying and that she doesn't care who dumped him or stood him up or what the tenant next to him is doing. But she knows, and he does too, that that isn't true. So she sits and listens until he calms down. Sometimes all he needs is someone to talk to.
#10 – Ears
Her earlobe is slit, he notices one day while sitting across the pen from her. He wanted to ask her about it but she walks over to him and points to her ear.
"My earring ripped when I was a child," she says.
"Did it hurt?"
Ziva shrugs and walks back to her desk. She was always tough, even when she was a child.
#11 – Name
"Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo," Tony answered his phone in his usual way.
"You are definitely an idiot."
"You answer your phone like a moron."
"What do you want, Ziva?"
"That isn't even your title. 'Very Special Agent…'"
"Alright, I need a ride. My car won't start."
"I'm on my way," he said, there for her in a heartbeat, as always.
"Thanks. And Tony?"
"You don't need to add 'very special' we all know you are."
#12 – Sensual
"Big date there, McGoop?" Tony asked as McGee headed towards the elevator.
"Actually, yes. I am meeting Beth for dinner."
"What? No dessert?"
"Who said there wouldn't be dessert?" McGee asked.
"Oooh, McRomeo's got his sex on tonight!"
"Tony, please," Ziva scoffed from her desk, "Be mature. McGee, congratulations."
"Thank you, Ziva. Now if you'll excuse me…"
"Why can't you just leave him alone?" Ziva asked, "Let him be excited about his big date."
"Hey, if anything I am proud. McVirgin is finally gonna get it on!" Tony shouted as he started to perform a very bad, very sexual – or at least attempt – at a sexual dance. Ziva laughed.
"Let him have his fun."
"Hey, don't be jealous."
"Of what? You're incredibly unincredible dance moves?"
"No. Of McMuffin getting laid before you do."
"How do you know I haven't slept with someone?"
"Have you?" Tony asked, his brows arching with…anger?
"Maybe. Maybe not. It is not any of your business."
Ziva stood from her desk and headed towards the coffee pot leaving Tony with his thoughts.
#13 – Death
They hadn't really discussed the subject of death until Tony marched up to her desk and said:
"What if I had lost you."
"Yes. Back over the summer, if you had really died."
"But I didn't."
"You could have."
"Yes," Ziva nodded, "I could easily have. Are you asking what you would do without me, Tony?"
"Yes," Tony answered, "Because without you, who would I have this to do to?"
And with that, he tossed a paper wad right at her head.
"DiNozzo!" Gibbs scolded, "Back to your desk and back to work."
"You're a dead-man, DiNozzo," Ziva glared at him.
"No I'm not," he answered with a smirk, "If you killed me, you'd miss me too much!"
#14 – Sex
"Well, look who it is!" Gibbs announced their arrival as Tony and Ziva walked awkwardly into the bullpen.
"You're late. Both of you."
"Oh, so your car broke down," Gibbs nodded, "And you called Ziva to get a ride?"
"Exactly!" Ziva nodded.
"I am so glad you understand," Tony felt a relief flood over him.
"Uh-huh. Just get to your desks – we got work to do."
"And DiNozzo, Ziva, next time you two decide to have a sleep-over, make sure you manage to get the morning sex done with early so you can get to work on time"
#15 - Touch
"Hey," Tony called after her as she was about to board the elevator.
"What do you want, DiNozzo?"
"Come here," Tony swung an arm around her and gave her a squeeze.
"What's that for?"
"You were having a bad day. I figured you'd need an Epic-Tony-DiNozzo-Quick-Fix-Hug. So, did it help?"
"Yeah, yeah it did."
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