Tiva tales

The Punch

"So why did I have to punch that guy?" Ziva asks, standing back and taking in the scene she has just caused.

It's a drizzly November night and the car park they are stood in is dimly lit, Tony shudders as he replies. "I heard him bragging he'd slept with you..." Ziva spins round, almost hitting him in the face with her ponytail.

"WHAT?!"

The day has been long and gruelling with case after case mounting on the teams desks, just as they were about to leave for the night The Director had called Tony and Ziva to his office to explain how close they were to catching a known drug dealer. He enforced a last minute undercover operation to take place in one of the nastiest bars downtown - which is where the pair had been for the last two hours.

In the car park Ziva is still staring at Tony like she is a bull about to charge. Slowly she takes a deep breath . "In that case..." She calmly turns back to the now incapacitated man and leans down to give him a hard kick in the stomach with her steel toed boot. "I do not appreciate liars." she whispers - Tony is not sure whether the statement is directed at him or the dirt-bag on the floor but he decides not to question it at this point in time. There is a look of pure disgust on her face and Tony knows it is only because she is tired, and in her defence - every dirt-bag in the bar had attempted to buy her a drink at least twice tonight, just so she would sleep with them. The thought makes Tony shudder. He places his hand on the small of her back and slowly guides her towards the exit.

As they leave a team of agents swarm in to arrest the drug dealer lying on the floor.

Tony and Ziva both climb into the car and stare at the dark road that beckons home to a warm bed.