"How long has it been since you've...seen him, Ziva?" McGee asked, sitting at his desk.
Ziva turned slightly in her chair, lowering a steaming hot cup of tea from her lips, "Nearly 6 months."
"Wow, that's a l..."
"Yes. A long time, McGee...believe me, I know." Ziva acknowledged. She lifted her tea back up and took a sip, letting out a sigh before setting the stryofoam cup safely back on her desk. Suddenly something skipped off the top of her desk and landed on her keyboard. She quickly turned seeing Tony passing by her desk, "Hey!"
"I'm not your messenger service, Ziva." Tony stated, tossing his backpack behind his desk and turned back towards Ziva.
"What are you talking about?" A confused Ziva asked, picking up Tony's cell phone from her keyboard.
"First of all, how does he know my number and secondly, why in the hell is he calling me, not once, not twice, but three times reminding me to ask you to bring your empty box tonight so he can put something in it. Is he trying to piss me off?"
"Ray said that?" Ziva nervously laughed. Tony wasn't in a joking mood and she could definitely tell it, "It is not about sex, it is about the empty ring box he gave me and I gave him your number, he wanted to talk to you, I did not see the harm in it."
McGee gritted his teeth, "Ray gave you an empty ring box?"
Ziva looked towards McGee, "Yes, why?"
McGee looked away, not wanting to go near that discussion.
"And you didn't knee him in the nuts?" Tony questioned.
Ziva laughed, "Why would I?"
Tony rolled his eyes, "Jeez, how fucking desperate are you?" He groaned.
"Excuse me?" Ziva exclaimed. She placed her hands on her desk and aggressively pushed herself up from her seat.
"And oh, by the way, when he calls...tell him stop referring to me as your big brother or better yet, I'll just get a new phone."
"And what the hell does that mean?" Ziva scoffed and started to get mad.
"Uhhh, I'll go..." McGee stood up from his desk trying to escape whatever was happening between Tony and Ziva. He slowly began to move away from them, "...get a Nut..."
"No need, McGee, I have to take a piss anyway." Tony walked away, leaving a visually shaken Ziva standing behind her desk.
"Ziva? You okay?"
Hearing McGee's voice made Ziva react. She hastily moved out from behind her desk and followed Tony. She threw open the bathroom door, "How dare you!"
Tony calmly zipped up his pants and flushed the urinal and moved over to the sink and started washing his hands. He grabbed a paper towel and dried them. He scrunched up the paper towel and tossed it into the trash bin. He then walked over to Ziva and stopped looking down at her.
"Are you going to say anything?" Ziva questioned, lost to what was going on.
"Oh, I was waiting for you to tell me I was jealous. I always LOVE that part."
Ziva shook her head and grabbed the handle to open the door, but Tony shoved his palm against the door, slamming it shut. She turned back, looking up into his eyes, "Why are you doing this?" She whispered, "What did I do?"
Tony lowered his hand from the door, "Nothing."
"Then why are you mad at me?"
"Because you did that..." Tony answered, "Nothing."
"W-what does that mean?"
"He really gave you an empty ring box?"
Ziva slowly nodded.
"Which Ziva is for real then, huh? The one before three years ago or the one I'm looking at now? Where's the Ziva who didn't take shit from anyone? The one who counted the number of times I got punched. Where's that Ziva?"
"Tony...what am I suppose to tell you? I was..."
"Or maybe she was just a lie, too?"
"Why are you saying this?" Ziva questioned, "Why now?"
"Because the Ziva I knew would've castrated him, placed his balls in that box and shoved it down his throat!" Tony composed himself and cleared his throat, "Tell me, where's that Ziva?"
"I have changed Tony, I-I-I want something more, something permanent."
"Yeah, we all want something...I'd like MY Ziva back...I miss her."
Tony cupped Ziva's cheek and half-heartedly smiled, "Brothers and sisters are suppose to love each other...not be in love with each other." He let his fingers slip from her face and gracefully left the restroom.
Ziva leaned back against the door, trying to take it all in. She was more confused now than before she walked into the restroom. The rest of the day at work was a blur. When she got home, she quickly showered and changed into a sexy, little black dress and grabbed her coat as she ran out the door to meet Ray for dinner. She jumped into her Mini-Cooper and started the car, but before driving away, she pulled her cell phone from her coat and went through her contacts until she found the one she wanted and dialed. The phone rang several times before being picked up, "Awww, Zivy." A soft voice called out.
Ziva smiled, "It is good to hear your voice, Aunt Nettie...would you prefer if I spoke in Hebrew?"
"No, that is okay." Aunt Nettie said, "You sound upset, what is wrong, yakira? Is it a man? Possibly your father, would you like me to kill him?"
Ziva snorted, almost in tears, "Help me." She whispered.
Ziva arrived at the restaurant and got out of her car, a parking valet took her keys and gave her a ticket and she walked inside the upscale French restaurant. A woman walked up to her, "Do you have a reservation?"
"I am here to meet someone, uhh, Ray Cruz?"
"Yes, right this way, part of five."
Ziva took a step, but stopped, "Did you say five?"
"Yes, right this way." The woman waited for Ziva to follow her and she did. They walked through the main dining room into a smaller, more private area near the back of the restaurant.
"Ziva." Ray said with a smile, standing up from a table.
His parents also stood up and finally, "Aba?" Ziva uttered, seeing her father stand up, "What are you doing here?"
"Do you think I would miss the engagement of my own daughter?"
Suddenly, Ray Cruz dropped to one knee and held out his hand, he was holding a diamond ring between his thumb and index finger, "Ziva David...will you marry me?"
AN - And remember, always go back and read Eli with a terrible Israeli accent and oh yeah, Nettie, too, just slightly less terrible. ;)