Ziva was, of course, already awake when Tony opened his eyes. She was sitting at the edge of his bed watching the news.
"Mornin." Tony muttered in his half-asleep voice.
"Morning." Ziva repeated.
"Sleep alright?" Tony added.
"Perfect." She assured him. Tony rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"Do I smell pancakes?" He asked as his eyebrows knitted together.
"And sausage." Ziva agreed. She now turned herself around so she was facing Tony. He shook his head.
"What?"
"You didn't have to make breakfast, you know. We could have picked something up."
"It was the least I could do, although it is your food. You sleep late, anyway." She smirked.
"It's four a.m., Ziva. What time did you wake up?"
"Three."
"You only slept for three and a half hours?" He looked at her with a blank expression and wide eyes.
She shrugged. "I still have to go back to my apartment and get ready."
"You take ten minutes to get ready."
"Fifteen, but close enough.
"Okay well I'm not driving back to the bar to get your car unless you take a nap. When I'm done getting ready we'll leave. Alright?"
She sighed. "Fine. Hurry up."
When Tony had finished his breakfast and got dressed, it was almost five thirty. He cussed at himself under his breath for taking so long.
"Ziva? Ready?" He hollered in his room as he fixed his hair.
She came into his bathroom looking a bit groggy. In all actuality, that made him smile. It looked like she actually got sleep. "Ready."
"See you at work." Tony dropped her off, throwing her the keys to her car he'd found last night. She nodded and walked towards her car. Tony waited until she started her car before he left.
Ziva pulled up to her apartment at close to six. She had to be at work by six thirty. Scowling, she unlocked her door and headed straight for her bedroom. No time for a shower.
Quickly, she threw on her normal sweater and jeans, then strapped on her boots.
Upon glancing in the mirror, she noticed the mob of hair on her head, and sighed. Deciding it would be less time consuming to simply curl her hair, she plugged in her curling iron.
As it heated up, she made her coffee. Tony's was alright, but he didn't have Carmel Latte.
When she was finished with her hair, she sat the curling iron back in its place and packed her things for work, double checking the bag before she left. Ziva headed out the door- bag in one hand and Latte in the other.
When she arrived at work, Tony was sitting at his desk.
"Morning, Ziva." He winked. Ziva grinned, shaking her head.
"Where's McGee?" Ziva questioned.
"With Abby. They're still going over the last case. Something about the ballistics not adding up, I dunno." He answered with his eyes focused on the computer screen.
"You mean the drug dealer case?" She looked up.
"Yeah that one."
"Oh..." Ziva remembered her actions when they were apprehending the drug dealer. She shuddered at the thought.
