Word count: 442
Characters: Ziva David and Tony DiNozzo
Disclaimer: Disclaimed - for now. Still holding out hope that Santa will be good to me this year
Summary: Ziva has told Tony she loves him three times and he still doesn't understand. But, that's ok - their story is not over - not by a long shot.
Note: I really tried not writing this as I am not in love with it, but my bunny just won't let it go. I decided to give it to her so maybe she will let me work on something I want to do...
They were on a stake out. The suspect and his family had gone into their home and shortly afterwards all the lights went out. Tony reasoned the family had gone to bed, so the partners took turns catching a brief respite as it was going to be a long night after a grueling day. It was Tony’s turn to catch a cat nap while Ziva sat look out.
She was lost in her thoughts and when she turned to look at a softly snoring Tony she really saw him - his hair was mussed and he had whisker stubble. He was a combination of little boy adorable and yummy masculinity and the words just fell from her lips “I love you”.
Tony murmured “Did you say something?”
Ziva mentally berated herself ‘how could I be so stupid?’, but answered nonchalantly “Just thinking out loud”.
Tony snuggled deeper into the seat and replied with his eyes still closed “Do you often think in Hebrew?”
Ziva could have cried with relief, she had spoken Hebrew – he didn’t understand what she had just stupidly revealed. She smiled and answered “Sometimes”
The second time she said it – they were in the midst of a heated argument.
Tony was ticked that she had put herself in the line of fire – yet again - to protect him. He had had enough of the ninja – the ninja was going to get her killed he had spat angrily.
She had replied just as angrily and in Arabic – “But, I love you”
He looked at her askance and walked away in a huff.
The third time she said it – she didn’t remember doing it, it was only hearsay.
She was in the hospital recovering from minor surgery from a stab wound to the abdomen.
Visiting hours were over and the nurse had just kicked Tony out and sent him on his way.
As she was checking Ziva’s wound she remarked casually “Your boyfriend seems nice. He is very caring.”
Ziva replied through the pain of the probing “He is not my boyfriend, he is my partner”
The nurse looked surprised “I am sorry, I thought I heard you say…”
“What did I say?”
“Well, I thought I heard you tell him that you loved him”
Ziva groaned and it just wasn’t from the pain.
The nurse sensing her discomfort replied in Russian “It’s ok. I don’t think he understands Russian because he just kept whispering I am beginning to hate the ninja.”
Ziva chuckled and answered in Russian “Yes, he does seem to have a problem with her”