Renovation Time

Chapter 8

~Ziva's pov~

By the time the police came to arrest the two guys and she and Tony both made their statement, it was already 6 pm. They took the stairs back to Tony's appartment. 'Hey, Ziva. Lets start with the parquet tomorrow, I'm kind of tired.' She shrugged her shoulders. 'Fine.' She had no envy either. 'I am going to take a shower, ok Tony?' He smiled at her, a misterious smile. She looked back suspiciously. She didn't like surprises...

When she got out of the shower, she walked into the dining room.

Her jaw dropped from amazement.

The table had a dark red tablecloth. There was a lit candle in the middle, a bottle of red whine next to it in a whine cooler. On the plates was (home made) Pasta Carbonara and next to the plates were beautiful, christal whine glasses. Tony was sitting on his chair, smiling at her. He then stood up. 'I felt guilty for what happened a few hours ago. I should have been there earlier.' 'Do I look like i need protection?!' She felt a bit offended. She was an ex-mossad officer, and she didn't need protection from a man! He froze. 'No! But I... I just...' She calmed down a bit, he was really trying. She smiled. It was kind of sweet. 'Nevermind, thank you anyway.' He relaxed again, his tense shoulders dropping immediately. He took her hand and guided her to her chair. He pulled the chair backwards for her to sit on. 'My lady,' he said, with a funny British accent. She laughed and sat down. They talked and laughed the whole evening. She hadn't enjoyed something so much in a long while.