Just a short drabble, dedicated to my wifey, Jess, because she asked me, and I'm in the habit of doing what my wifey says. She wanted to know what was going on in Ziva's head during that end scene.

"You are my friend."

She regretted the words almost as soon as they left her mouth. Not to say that it wasn't true, because it was, but it felt weird to say it out loud. There was an unspoken agreement between them; no talking. And not just talking in general, because that was sort of essential for their job, but no talking about their relationship. In the field they referred to each other as partners, and that's what they were. But then there was all the time spent out of work. Ever since their return from Somalia, they had both been making efforts to make things right. He would show up at her apartment with a six pack and a DVD, she would show up at his place with everything they needed to make dinner; it was something that worked.

She watched from the corner of her eye as his face changed to almost a shocked look.


This was her chance, so she seized it. She didn't want to say what came next, but she had too; so she lied.

"No." She paused, letting the dramatic effect sink in, still watching him from the corner of her eye. "My date canceled." She watched his face change, but she didn't know what he was feeling. Finally he replied to her.

"Mine too."

She knew he was lying almost the second the words left his lips. He was disappointed, and so was she as a result. Maybe it was time they did talk about their feelings. She stopped sipping her soda from the straw and turned to say something to Tony, but she hesitated, and that was enough. She would leave the subject alone for tonight. They could always argue over it tomorrow.