This was my real plot bunny. I just randomly pictured Tony going to see his mom and this is what happened. :)
When he woke in the morning to a cold, empty bed and the smell of bacon wafting through the house, he smiled and walked into the kitchen to find Ziva in front of the stove, wearing a pair of his old basketball shorts, rolled up, and one of his old OSU t-shirts, tied in a bunch at her back with a rubber band. Her hair was tussled from sleep, and he'd never seen anything more beautiful.
He stood there for a long moment, admiring her, leaning against the kitchen entrance. In the back of his mind, he noted that he wouldn't mind waking up to this every morning, but he shook it off. No matter how much progress had been made in the past few months, he wasn't quite ready to go there just yet. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that, once again, waking up with her cooking breakfast seemed overly natural. To anyone else, it might seem strange, but to him, it seemed like the most normal thing in the world.
And he wasn't sure if that thrilled him or scared him.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts that were drifting towards dangerous territory, he took another step into the kitchen and spoke, his voice still rough with sleep. "Smells good."
She turned around, smiling. "Figured you might could still use some cheering up. Did you sleep okay?"
After she'd asked, she seemed to suddenly recall how they'd spent most of the night, and color found its way into her cheeks.
"I slept well. Did you?" She nodded, ducking her face slightly and handing him a plate with some eggs and a few pieces of bacon on it. "You are phenomenal, Ziva David." He gave her a smile. "Thank you."
She blushed slightly, but turned away before he could appreciate it. He took a piece of bacon off the plate and ate it. She was looking at him again now, and he grinned.
"It's delicious. Did you eat some?" She nodded, and he took another piece off of his plate and held it out in front of her. "Here."
She smiled, taking it. A silence followed, and Tony wondered where this was supposed to go now. Did she just go home? Did they spend the day together, doing random things? He wasn't sure, and he cringed at the awkwardness that would inevitably come when that subject had to be breached.
"So." She began after a moment, before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. "Uh… I guess I'll… "
He put his plate in the sink, turning back to her. "It's Saturday. Do you really want to go all the way back to your apartment to just sit around and do nothing?"
She pursed her lips, probably wondering how he'd followed her train of thought, especially with the measure of hesitation it contained. After a moment, she answered. "No."
"Alright then. Now either go get dressed so we can do random things or go pick a movie, Zee-vah."
She smiled. "Fine. I'll go get dressed."
He watched her go, suddenly knowing that no matter where they went today, there was one stop he definitely had to make.
"Tony? Where are we going now?" Ziva asked, eyebrows drawn together in confusion.
He hesitated, pulling down a dirt road that he hadn't been down in years. After a moment, their destination appeared and he turned into the drive, pulling around.
He risked a glance at Ziva, and she was staring at the name carved into the stone a few yards out of her window.
She looked over at him, clarity making its way onto her features. "Oh." She said softly.
He nodded. "Will you wait here for a minute, please?"
She nodded in return. "Take your time."
He reached up to brush his fingers over her cheek, a rush of emotion making tears sting his eyes. "Thanks, ninja."
He got out of the car and walked to his mother's grave, fighting tears. He knelt down in front of it and stared at the name engraved there.
"Hey mom." He whispered, a tear slipping down his cheek. "How are you doing? I'm doing okay myself, I guess. I'm sorry I haven't been to see you in so long. I really am. "
He stopped, closing his eyes. "I found an old picture of us, and it reminded me of how I missed you. I kinda got upset. And you see the woman sitting in my car over there? She came all the way over to my apartment last night with a pizza, and let me talk about you, and she just listened. She said you were beautiful, by the way."
More tears fell down his cheek, and he looked up. "I think I love her, mom. She's the most amazing person I've ever met, and she gets me better than anyone I've ever known. She kinda reminds me of you, besides the whole ex-assassin thing. But that's not who she is, don't worry. She's a beautiful, intelligent, funny, and she's got a heart of gold, just like you. I really think you would have liked her, if you were still here. I really wish you could have met her, because she means everything to me. I didn't even realize it for the longest time. I overlooked her for so long."
He glanced back at his car, where Ziva was playing with his radio, giving him the privacy he needed. "I bet, if you were here right now, you'd be telling me to go tell her how I feel, because there's no time like the present. You said that a lot. And you're right. And I'll tell her, soon. I promise. For you, mom. Because you always told me that one day I'd find an amazing girl and fall in love with her. And you always told me that when I did, I should tell her, and hold on to her, and never let her go. So I'm going to. Give me some time, though. I am the son of Anthony DiNozzo, Sr. You know how he could be."
He felt some of the weight on his shoulders lighten, and he sighed. "He misses you, too, even though he won't admit it. But it's okay. He's dad, after all. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I miss you, a lot. And tell you about Ziva. Maybe next time I'll bring her over here, too, but this time I needed to be by myself. Understandable, right? I'm going to visit more often, mom. I promise. I'm so sorry that I waited so long to come see you. But I'm going to start getting things right."
He wiped the tears from his cheeks and stood. "I love you, mom. Thanks for watching out for me."
Then, he turned and started the walk back to his car, where Ziva was waiting for him. A breeze blew past him, and he smiled.