Tiva Short Stories

Good things come in cold packages

"Zeevah!" I belted as I knocked on her door, "Its like 2 degrees out here, hurry up!" 

It was one of those mid December mornings where Washington turned into Alaska. Flurries of snow nipped at my cheeks and my fingers and toes were numb from the cold despite having only left my car ten minutes ago.

"Zeevah!" I swore and knocked harder, "If you don't answer the door right now I'm kicking it down." The thick oak door of her brownstone remained still and showed no signs of changing.

"Ya know Zeevah its common etiquette here in the great U S of A to open the door to the person who shows up after you say your car can't handle the snow." Still nothing.

"Okay Zeevah 5...4...3...2...1..." I barked. I backed up to kick the door open, and running into the unlocked door toppled onto her dark hardwood floors, head first. Rubbing the pulsing protrusion on the back of my head, it dawned on me that I had never been in the appartement of the great Ziva David before. I quickly fixed my hair using my reflection in the window of her foyer.

"Shut the door!" Ziva bellowed from upstairs. 

"What? No! Get down here, we are late, Boss is going to kill us!" I called. I hesitated, then shut the door and filed upstairs, my wet sneakers squeaking the entire way. 

I found Ziva, hair unbrushed and wildly curly, wrapped up in a thick grey comforter on a mattress on the floor.  Ziva lied grinning like a child on christmas, wide-eyed while admiring the snow falling by the ton from a grey sky. 

"It's gorgeous" She exclaimed. 

"Yah, do ya know what else is gorgeous? Having a job! Lets go David-o!" I chuckled.

She covered her head with her pillow and flipped over. "Noo its too pretty to investigate murders today" She protested.

"Well thats a real shame," I said, "Too bad its our job." I tugged at her covers.

"Fine help me up" Ziva said, with a mischievous glimmer in her dark brown eyes. I grabbed her tan hand, and she pulled me into her bed. 

"I'm not going today" She giggled.

"Listen I'm not sure how it works at Israel, but here in America, you can't just not show for work because you feel like it. Also, I totally let you pull me down for the record, I have guns of steel , I was just distracted." I stuttered.

"You have a bionic arm?" She asked.

"No thats just an idiom, you see when..." I trailed o n.

"I've never seen snow before" She smiled,ignoring me and gazing out the window.

"You'll see it again" I smirked.

"Its good."

"What?"

"Snow. Its a good thing. With what we do, sometimes you just need to find something good and focus on it and absorb as much of it as you can. And snow is good."

"So are you going to stay in bed all winter?" I asked jokingly.

 "Because you may have to call gibbs and tell him that you..." I began, but Ziva interrupted me, 

"Do you ever shut up?"

"Well Zeevah, if we were on our way to work I'm sure I would ber very..." Ziva turned towards me and ran her hands through my hair down my chest, loosening my tie. 

"Very..." I tried again, failing to keep my train of though as my eyes followed her gentle hand. She slid off my tie and began to unbutton my shirt. 

I wanted to say something, but I also didn't want this to end. My worries began to melt away. She pulled me in for a passionate kiss. Her breath was minty and she smelled like roses and sweet and snow and ... good. 

"Ziva?"

"Seriously do you ever stop talking?"

"You're one of my good things"

HI HI HI hows it going? Its really cold here so this seemed fitting! Let me know if you guys want a part 2! or ostriches? or if you think I should delete this and cover my computer with gasoline? Or if you thought it was a good thing ;)