NCIS High School Teenage Years

Chapter 8: Cooking Italian

"When will you be back, Abba?" Ziva asked her father, who was wheeling a suitcase out of the house.

"Soon". He responded. "Not sure when, but soon".

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Eli David was leaving to Israel for a mandatory meeting. Since he was the Deputy Director of Mossad, he had to attend. Ziva was glad her father was leaving because that meant she could cook Italian for Tony.

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At the door, Eli stopped and turned around to face his daughter. He placed an emotionless kiss on her forehead.

"Look out for your sister, beautiful warrior". He whispered.

Ziva nodded. Her father often called her 'beautiful warrior', or 'spirited warrior'.

Eli straightened up, and walked out of the house. He closed the door behind him. Ziva went into the office, and looked out the window. As soon as her father's car was out of sight, she reached into the pocket of her dark brown cargo pants and pulled out her phone. She quickly texted Tony.

My father is gone. You can come over whenever you like :)

She slipped her phone into her pocket again, and ran upstairs to grab her speaker. Ziva connected her phone to the speaker, and put her Hebrew playlist on shuffle. Loud music began coming out of the speaker, and Ziva bobbed her head up and down to the beat. She ran downstairs again, and half walked-half danced into the kitchen. She sat her speaker down on the island, and rummaged through pots and pans until she pulled out the pan she was looking for.

Ziva began to cook. She poured olive oil onto the pan. Occasionally, she would twirl around, and shake her hips like Shakira, to the music.

As Ziva was cooking, she heard the front door open and close. A few seconds later, a beaming Tony walked into the kitchen.

"Is this Hebrew pop music I hear?" He asked, grinning.

"Ken" she answered in Hebrew, smiling back.

"Need any help? What are you cooking?" He asked, peering into the deep pan.

"Risotto". Ziva answered. "Do you mind giving me chicken broth from the refrigerator?"

Tony's eyes lit up. "Ooooh! Risotto! My favorite". He said, as he opened the refrigerator; looking for the chicken broth.

He found it, and tossed it to Ziva. She caught the bottle of chicken broth without looking, and poured a little bit into the rice. After she sat the chicken broth on the counter, she shook her hips and twirled some more. Tony laughed, and grabbed her phone to turn up the music.

Once the Hebrew pop music was blasting, Tony grabbed some garlic, and peeled them on the cutting board next to Ziva.

Still shaking her hips, Ziva outstretched her hand, and Tony put the peeled garlic on her palm. She winked at him before dumping the garlic into the pan.

They worked in unison. Tony chopped up some chives, while Ziva swirled the Risotto around in the pan. Both dancing to the blasting music. At one point, Tony rested his head on Ziva's shoulder, checking to see how the Risotto was doing. Ziva responded by shaking and grinding her hips up against his. Tony then grabbed Ziva's waist, while moving his hips with Ziva's. She turned to face him, and brought the wooden spatula to his lips.

"Taste it". She commanded.

Tony lightly blew on the Risotto that was on the wooden spatula before tasting it. His eyes grew wide.

"Ziva! That is to die for!" He exclaimed, still grinding against Ziva.

Ziva smirked. "I guess that means it is good?" She asked, increasing the pressure of her hips on his.

Better than good". Tony grinned.

Ziva winked at him before turning around again, and swirled the Risotto around in the pan.

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Five minutes later, dinner was ready. Tony got the table ready, as Ziva emptied the Risotto from the pan onto two plates. She sprinkled shredded cheese and chopped up chives on top of the Risotto. As she sat the plates on the table, Tony poured her a glass of water.

"Thanks Ziva. For all of this". Tony thanked gratefully.

"It is my pleasure. And like I said, I love to cook". Ziva beamed at him.

Tony's stomach flipped. Ziva's perfect smile could light up the whole room. It was a shame that she didn't smile that way often.

They took their seats, and started eating. Tony devoured his food in minutes. He barely had anytime to breathe, as he constantly filled his mouth up with the Risotto. Ziva raised her eyebrow at him.

"Hungry, Tony?" She asked.

"Your Risotto is just too good". He said, after swallowing. "This is heaven". He added; moaning as he took another mouthful of the Risotto.

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At that moment, Tali, Abby, and Kate opened the front door, and walked inside.

"Did you finish your homework, Tali?" Ziva yelled to Tali.

"Yes!" Tali yelled back. "We just came over to see how you two were doing". She said as she, Abby and Kate walked into the kitchen.

They both stopped and stared at Tony, who was moaning and groaning with every mouthful of Risotto.

"What is Tony doing?" Tali questioned. Cocking her head to one side.

"Having food sex, I believe". Ziva said, trying her best to ignore the moans and groans of Tony.

"Food sex?" Hah no". Tony said as Tali, Abby, and Kate laughed.

"Anyways, we will be upstairs if you need us". Tali said, before the three of them ran upstairs.

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Tony jumped up from his seat. "Is there any seconds?" He asked, holding his plate.

Ziva shook her head, smiling. She reached over to stroke her fingers over his hand. "Sorry Tony. I'll just have to cook Risotto for you again another time".

Tony grunted and sat back down.

"I have to clean up now". She said, as she stood up; taking her's and Tony's plates.

As she put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, she glanced at Tony who was getting his backpack ready. Once she made sure he wasn't paying attention, she grabbed a tupperware from the cabinet and dumped the leftover Risotto into the tupperware.

"Eh Tony, do you mind if you grab my backpack from room? I still have a lot to clean". She asked.

"Sure, no problem". Tony said, and ran upstairs.

Ziva took her chance, and slipped the tupperware into his backpack. She smiled to herself. Ziva could imagine the look on his face when he saw the surprise she gave him.

She finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher as Tony came back downstairs. He sat Ziva's backpack on the couch, and grabbed his own.

"See you at school tomorrow, Ziva". Tony said, hugging her. "Thanks for dinner again".

"No problem Tony". Ziva smiled at him, hugging him back.

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After ten minutes went by since Tony left, Ziva went into her room, and laid on her bed. She took out her phone, and texted him with a smile on her face.

Check your backpack. Xoxo

A few seconds went by when Ziva heard an excited scream coming from the Gibbs house.

Ziva laughed. "That would be Tony, discovering the leftover Risotto I gave him". She thought to herself.