Second Chances

By PJ in NH

Summary: When is a 'date' not a 'date'?

Disclaimer: No, I don't own NCIS, CBS, wish I did I'd have a lot more money in the bank.

Based on the YouTube video "NCIS Season 10: Upcoming Episodes Extended Preview" posted by NCISfanaticVIDEO, starting at the 3:04 mark and running to 3:18.

It was after normal work hours and Tony and Ziva were the only ones left in the office. With the exception of their task lighting and a couple emergency lights, the rest of the floor was dark. Ziva was currently on hold and examining a stubborn hangnail on her left index finger. Her hair flowed over her shoulders in curly waves which reminded Tony of the day they had first met over nine years ago.

"You know, technically maybe I should be asking you out. You did say the first woman I see," Tony noted after witnessing Tim asking Abby Borin to accompany him to a concert, and the challenge he received from Ziva.

Ziva looked up at her partner and covered the receiver on the phone. "Cute," she replied with a giggle, "but you had your chance."

"What? You don't believe in second chances?" Tony asked with a grin.


Rising from his seat he walked over and perched himself on the edge of her desk. "Come on, Ziva. America is known as the land of second chances. It would be very un-American for you not to give me a second chance."

She looked up him but before she could reply her attention returned to the phone call and she removed her hand from the receiver. "Do you know where I might reach him tomorrow?" she asked. Writing down the response, she tucked the phone between her shoulder and her ear and reached to place another call. Tony's hand slid over her own preventing her from dialing.

"Second chance, Ziva. Just give me a second chance. Give yourself another chance. God knows we haven't been successful dating other people, maybe there's a reason for that." His emerald eyes bore into her chocolate ones pleadingly.

She sighed and looked to her left.

"Don't tell me a ninja assassin is afraid of," he cocked his head towards the Gibbs empty desk, "Rule No. 12?"

She looked around the darkened floor and towards the elevator.

"He's gone. Remember Fornell dragged him off to a football game tonight. If there's one thing I know about the Boss, is he likes his football. I think he was a star quarterback in high school." Tony grinned trying to imagine one Leroy Jethro Gibbs dressed in a football uniform. "Threw a mean spiral I'm told." His grin dropped and he was serious Tony once more.

"If he finds out we are dating…"

Tony's eyebrows rose.

"I said 'if,' Tony," she warned. "I didn't say 'yes.'"

He contemplated her response and then waggled his eyebrows. "So we don't 'date'," he said making air-quotes over the word 'date.'

"And how do we 'date'," she used air-quotes herself," but not 'date'?"

"Well 'date' means some type of pre-arranged meeting. You know," he cleared his voice and used his best game-show-host voice. "Ziva, will you go on a date with me? I'll pick you up at seven and we'll dine and dance." He coughed into his fist and reverted to his normal voice. "But what if say I were to casually say," game-show-host voice was switched on again. "It's been a long day, Ziva. I think I'll swing by the L'Enfant Bistro on the way home and grab something to eat."

"And?" she prompted.

"And, what if by chance you decided to stop by the Bistro on the way home yourself," he added. "It could be chalked up as a coincidence. Certainly not a 'date'."

Ziva grinned catching on. "And I suppose it would be rude for two single people who have known each other for as long as we have not to sit together?"

Tony returned her smile. "Exactly. Very rude, also a waste of table space in the restaurant. The servers frown on that – not good for tips."

"Like you worry about that."

He shrugged good naturedly, glad she was being receptive to his plan.

"Of course, if we did this. And I am still saying 'if.' I would pay for my own meal," she stipulated

Tony bristled. "A DiNozzo has never let a woman pay for her own meal on a date!"

Ziva's eyes twinkled and she chuckled. "But it would not be a 'date'." She reminded him, again using the air-quotes.


She nodded.

"Ok, I'll concede to that," he frowned. "Reluctantly of course."

"Of course."

"So second chances, Ziva?"

"Second chances, Tony."

"I think we can call it a night, Sweet Cheeks. It's been a long day. I think I'll swing by Roma Ristorante on the way home and grab something to eat. I feel like Italian." He punctuated his comment with a wink.

"I am going to make this phone call," Ziva replied winking back. "Then I will be leaving too."

Leaning down, Tony whispered in her ear. "I'll save you a seat."

End Chapter 1

(Should I continue?)