Almost Skinny Love (NCIS/Tiva/McAbby)

Chapter Six

Chapter six

*Tony's POV*

McGee texted me during Ziva's and my drive telling me we could just take the rest of the day off to settle Ziva in. By the winky face at the end of McSensual's text, I think he thinks I'm thinking something dirty. For once, he's wrong.

I watched Ziva from the corner of my eye as she tried to him each song that came on the radio. I felt her get a teensy bit more frustrated when yet another song I was familiar with popped on. I grabbed her hand in mine and sang as well as I could to her while not getting killed.

"You make me feel so young, you make me feel like spring has sprung. And every time I see you grin, I'm such a happy individual...."

Ziva's gazed melted the side of me as I sang with Michael. I guess she never really knew I could sing an even note, seeing as she looked astonished.

We arrived at my NCIS headquarters to switch to my car sooner than I thought. I parked the car and turned to her with both hands in hers.

"And even when I'm old and gray, I'm gonna feel the way I do today. 'Cause you make me feel so young." I leaned in and kissed her passionately, glad to feel her respond quickly. We didn't kiss for too long because of her lungs being so weak, but after two minutes or so my head was spinning and I was on cloud 9. We pulled apart and I searched her eyes. She smiled widely at me and kissed my cheek.

I sighed. "I love you so much, Ziva," I whispered. Ziva's eyes glowed. "I love you too, Tony." Her voice almost cracked at the end.

We sat there in each others arms for a few minutes and wordlessly got out of the van together. I got her suitcase for her again and we set off to my car, hand in hand with each of us wheeling something behind us.

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We arrived back to my apartment complex in short time, due to the blissful absence of traffic at 11:59 in the morning.

We towed her luggage and tanks of oxygen into my somehow clean apartment. Wait how is it clean? What day is it?

"Ninja, what day is it?" Ziva clicked her phone's home button without a hitch about the pet name. "It's Saturday the fourteenth of March today." I nodded to myself. Before receiving a sharp slap upside the head. I shook off my thoughts and glared briefly at Ziva.

Quenlyn was here today, and since it's before one, she should still be here. I dropped the suitcase by the door with the tanks and tugged Ziva behind me farther into my apartment.

"Quenlyn! You still here?" I called up the spiral staircase off of my kitchen. I heard shuffling up in the movie theatre and a curse. More shuffling followed, and a small figure practically flew down the stairs. Quenlyn appeared in front of us with her left hand rubbing her bright red right wrist.

Allow me to summarize Quenlyn so you're not totally confused: 5'3", short brownish curls that change color every other week, reddish brown eyes, tan, half Filipino fourteen year old freshman in college who always dressed in a cool cross of hipster and goth and who worked as my house keeper on the weekends and as a student/professional dancer every other moment. I gotta give it to her, if I were her I would never work for a federal agent on my days off. She's a genius and needs to get through college herself because her parents are drunkards, so I pay her well.

"Hey Tony, why are you back already? And hello, ma'am," she shook Ziva's hand. "I'm Quenlyn, or Quen, what's your name?"

Ziva looked pleased with my choice of bubbly faculty. "Hello Quenlyn, I'm Ziva David. I'll be with Tony for..."