Ziva looked up from the desk where she was going over profiles of targets, announcing to the room at large that she was bored and that she was going out to get a drink. Her father didn't acknowledge her words, he was still working hard even at ten at night. Ziva didn't understand how he could focus for so long on papers or a computer screen. Ziva needed an active task to keep her occupied. She supposed that is why she was assigned to do the missions that she does.
Ziva stood up and walked into the adjoining bedroom where she changed into jeans and plain t-shirt with a V-neck. She threw a leather jacket over top because it was getting cold here in Washington. Then she walked out of the apartment they had taken over for surveillance purposes and down several blocks to a street that had numerous bars. The place was jumping, music blaring out onto the street from each place, crowds of people moving from one bar to the other. Lights were strung overhead between the buildings. It was loud, crowded, and very easy to blend in.
After scouting the block, she selected one of the lesser crowded bars and found a seat. She accepted her whiskey from the bar tender and briefly glanced around. She wasn't sitting directly next to anyone, but on either side of her were couples, older than her and obviously married. Groups of friends were seated at the tables and booths that filled the rest of the room. The light was muted and music was playing from a speaker hidden somewhere nearby. She downed the rest of the whiskey. A group of boys were playing pool at one of the tables shoved unceremoniously in the back. One of them was eyeing her up so she returned her focus to the second glass of whiskey that was now in front of her.
Tony DiNozzo walked into his favorite bar on the way home from a long day at work, loosening his tie as he did. He leaned over the bar next to a girl with curly hair and placed his order. He shrugged the suit jacket off his shoulders and rolled up his sleeves before sitting down. He wouldn't normally go to the bar in his suit but the need for a drink overshadowed his desire to keep his suit perfect. The bar was relatively clean anyway. The jacket would be fine. He pulled the beer across the counter toward him, took a drink, and stared down into the bottle.
The case he'd been working for the past few days had been brutal. One of his friends from his days in military school had washed up on the beach in Norfolk. He hadn't spoken to the guy in years, but regardless it was difficult to see someone that you'd been close with dead, let alone being half eaten by sea life.
He took a glance around. The girl next to him with the curly hair was staring into her drink, brow creased, obviously thinking hard about something. He turned back to his own drink. A group of guys by the pool table were staring at the girl next to him. She flipped her hair behind her shoulder and tossed back the rest of the whiskey. And that's when Tony knew he was a goner. The girls hair framed her face perfectly. Her skin was the prettiest color. Her clothes shouldn't have accented her body the way that they did. A necklace with the star of David rested at the base of her neck. From time to time, she fiddled with it with her fingers.
She glanced up at Tony with a perfect eyebrow raised in question. Tony realized he must have been staring at her for a while. He felt himself go red. He cleared his throat and looked back down at his beer. What was wrong with him? She was a pretty girl, he was single. Normally he'd have turned on the charm long before now.
Ziva could feel eyes burning into her from all directions. She didn't like it. She'd worn these clothes to try to remain anonymous but obviously it wasn't working. All the boys at the pool table were looking at her now. They certainly looked too young to be in a bar. The guy next to her wasn't nearly so bad. He was good looking. Her age, maybe a little older. And he was wearing a really nice suit. She fiddled with her necklace, trying to decide if she should leave and find another bar. Somewhere where she could be more anonymous. In the end, she decided against it. She liked it here as it was quiet. She could tell the man sitting next to her was still staring. She looked over at him and cocked an eyebrow, staring back.
He looked away from her almost immediately, but Ziva continued to stare at him, waiting for him to say something. After a minute, Ziva couldn't stand the silence anymore. There wasn't any harm in teasing him about it was there?
"What's the matter, bat got your tongue?" Tony heard her speak. What kind of accent was that? Whatever it was, he liked it. He took a long drink before answering.
"Cat." He wasn't in the mood to be teased today, no matter how beautiful the woman doing it was.
"The expression is cat got your tongue."
She nodded in response and they both returned their focus to the drinks in front of them. An hour passed before one of the boys from the pool table came over and tried to hit on Ziva.
Tony scowled and watched the scene unfold out of the corner of his eye. He was well through his third beer by now and was starting to feel it. He was definitely being somewhat overprotective of the girl. She was on her fifth glass of whiskey, if not more. She was a lot smaller than him so she had to be fully drunk right now. No one can handle alcohol that well.
But she still seemed to have her wits about her. She was being nice to the kid, though she refused his offer to buy her a drink, and she definitely wasn't teasing the kid like she had teased him.
Tony returned his eyes to the beer in front of him an took another long drink. When he turned his focus back to the girl, things had gone south, and quickly. He heard the tail end of a sentence and the word bitch, spit out of the kids mouth like venom. He abandoned his subtle observation and turned his head to the side in time to watch the girl reach for her hip like he does on an almost daily basis. She was reaching for a gun that wasn't there. She realized and instead reached into her jacket for a wad of money. She pulled out some bills and placed them under the now empty whiskey glass. She was gone before Tony had time to turn around.
He figured he should take that as his cue to leave as well. Another beer wasn't going to be helpful, so he paid his tab and left as well. The kid was still standing there, wondering what had gone wrong.