Renovation Time

Chapter 17

~Tony's pov~

It was friday morning. He opened his eyes, realising that he was still holding her close. She probably turned around in her sleep, cause she was now facing him, her hands against his chest.

He smiled as she opened her eyes when he stroked her cheek.

'Time to get up, Ziva, McGoo could be here any minute.'

At that very moment the doorbell rang. He quickly got up and walked to the door, turning around before opening it.

'Come on Ziva, get up!'

Then he opened the door and there stood McGee.

'Hi! I'm here to be your jury.'

He stepped back, making the path clear for McGee.

'I did a much better job than Ziva, that's for sure.'

Then Ziva walked out of the kitchen, dressed in a shirt and sweatpants. He wondered how she got dressed and got there so quick withouth McGee noticing.

'I would not be so sure, if I were you.' 'We'll see,' Tim said as he walked towards the room.

He and Ziva followed him. Tim looked around.

'Who did what?'

Ziva spoke. 'I did these two walls, Tony did those two. We had to do the parquet together.' Tim looked confused. 'So I'll have to judge on the painting only?' He nodded.

Tim walked around the room, eyes fixed on the walls.

'Who chose the color?'

'I did,' Ziva said.

'Nice!'

She was smiling proudly. He smiled watching her, but stopped when Tim turned his head back towards them. Tim grinned at him, and he grunned back, thinking that he had one.

'Ziva wins,' Tim said.

'Yes!' she screamed and threw one arm in the air.

His smile faded.

'What?! But my work is much better!'

Tim laughed and shook his head.

'No, it isn't! Yours has little paint drops everywhere!'

He remember their paintfight, Ziva had thrown the paint over him, there must have come drops on the wall.

'Ah, come on!'

Ziva laughed, patting him on his shoulder.

'I told you I could do this better.'

Great, now he would hear this for years. Well, it could have been worse, he could have lost from McGee...

'Well, I'm going, I'll see you at work monday,' McGee said suddenly.

They escorted him out, Ziva thanked him and then they where alone again. He turned around to face her - he had closed the door - and looked at her.

'Well, I guess I will se you monday too. This has been fun,' she said, winking at him.

He really didn't want her to leave his house. He liked to have her close.

So he didn't hesitate a minute when he asked it.

'Ziva, will you move in with me?'