This took awhile but I did it! This is from Tony's view.
Disclaimer: I do not own them. I just like to play.
Shmeill. Schmiel? Schmeil? Scmiell?
What type of name was that? That's all I could think about as I rode in the helicopter away from our bad guy's secret Atlantic hideout.
And earlier when I asked her about it and she blew me off! I explained that in this new us, we tell each other things.
I just had to get back there before she left. Even if I can just see the guy for a second maybe I could… could what?
What is it DiNozzo? Tell him that I was working on something here, and if he could just respect that she's mine?
That did not sound right. Besides Ziva would never let me talk to him alone.
When I walked into the elevator I had a plan. If she was still there, with Schmiel, then I would politely ask Ziva to meet her "friend". I would then ask him if he would like to walk with me to drop off my report. Once alone, I'd just say it, "Ziva and I are working on something here. I don't know where it's going but it's there and please. Leave her to me,"
Now imagine my surprise when he walked in. He was old. What?
He knows my father. What?
He can't pronounce my name. What?
And now we're at dinner together. What?
I'm not going to lie. I wasn't looking forward to this at first, but Schmiel has stories about a Ziva I didn't know, and she's sitting beside me laughing. Now I'm just happy that she brought me along. Even if she was trying to torture me… It was a sweet torture. If that exists then this is the perfect example. Honestly, that was us though.
A sweet torture.
End Scene. *Mwauh, mwauh*