Renovation Time

Chapter 4

~Tony's pov~

They got all the paint equipment ready and already carried all the furniture out. He was glad that he had no wallpaper on his walls. That would have been a lot of work.

Ziva looked around again. 'Ok, I will do these two walls, you will do those two. Like that, Tim can easily judge our work.' She seemed envious to start.

'Fine.' He was kind of glad she helped him, alone it would have been more work and less fun. 

They started to paint, he started with the wall on the left side of where his bed should stand, Ziva did the one on the right. Ziva had been right about the navy blue!

After half an hour of working in silence he was done with his two walls and he knew Ziva was too. He turned around to see if Ziva did well. But as soon as he turned around, he felt something wet on his nose. When he looked up, he saw Ziva standing with her paintbrush, laughing at him. She had painted his nose!

'Oh! No you didn't!' 

He extended his arm and tried to strike his brush over her nose, but she turned away, so he stroke over her cheek. He grinned as she ran over to 'her' wall and picked up the pot of paint. He turned around to do the same thing. He quickly turned around and threw half his pot of paint to Ziva. The paint flew across the room and Ziva's face was completely blue! She stood still, eyes closed, mouth half open in amazement, but bending over so the paint wouldn't get in her mouth. She wiped the blue paint out of her eyes and looked him fierce in the eyes. Then she smiled, showing her - still white - teeth.

She quickly jumped next to him, and poured an entire pot over his haid. It was too late for him to run. He looked down, his whole body was covered in paint.

He looked back up, a grin on his face. 'Give me a hug!' Ziva's smile faded and she ran away, probably not wanting to get blue even more. He laughed and ran after her, grabbing her from behind. She laughed as he pulled her towards him to spread the paint over her clothes and bare arms. She turned around in his arms, so that she was facing him. He realised how close she was standing to her. They both stood still, his arms were still around her.

Then she laughed and pulled away from his arms. 'I think we are done for today, it's already late.' But he didn't want her to leave...

'If you want, you can stay over, I'll take the couch if you want.' She smiled at him, giving him goosebumps.

'Ok, but I will take the couch, before you whine about your back.' He grinned, she was right, he would whine.

'Deal.'