26A/N: hi guys! Okay, I know I've been gone for a while. Let's just say that a lot has been going on in my life and I haven't had a lot of time to breathe, let alone write. I missed it a lot, though, and I wanted to sit down one day and just type until I couldn't feel my fingers, but that whole not-having-time thing is a killer. I started wring this before I even started A Family Divided chapter 6, so it's clearly been a while. I thought I'd lost my muse for this, and then yesterday I finished writing it, which surprised me. But here it is. It's pretty short, but it's basically the only thing I've written in two months that isn't completely bad. Please review! Thanks guys!
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; they belong to our fandom's God: Donald P. Bellisario. I do, however, own this plotline. And I think (for now anyway) that I'm sticking with it for a while.
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Thank God I had Ziva to help me or I never would have been able to get everything done that I needed to do before leaving. I had all of my boxes packed, my furniture ready to be moved, and I was tying up all of my loose ends.
Ziva and I collapsed on the couch at nine with my laptop open on my lap in front of us. We were going apartment-hunting in cities around Rome. I figured I could stay in a hotel for at least a week until I found a place. Ziva was going to send my stuff once I found an apartment; we'd planned everything out in the hours that had passed since lunch and then dinner, for which we had cold pizza and Chinese food from my fridge.
I was scrolling down the page when Ziva pointed one out. "Click on that one," she said and I complied. It was about half an hour outside Rome and there was a train stop close by that would bring me right into the city. The best part was the price. It was cheap enough for me to afford.
"Good eye," I said to Ziva, smiling at her.
"Thank you, Tony," she said.
I looked back at the screen and feigned horror. "Oh no, but Ziva, it's only a one-bedroom! You'll be stuck on the couch when you come to visit me!"
She laughed at me. "Who said anything about me coming to visit you?" she asked jokingly.
"I did. I'll know the city in a few months and I'll sneak you into a few places when you come to visit me over Christmas. It'll be great!" I told her.
"Oh, so now you assume that I am going to come over Christmas? You have a very good imagination," she said, smiling like she was really thinking about it.
"I know I do, Zee-vah. But seriously, come for Christmas. You always spend the holidays by yourself anyway," I said.
"I will think about it," she told me.
"I'm gonna hold you to that."
She smiled and curled her feet under her while I typed out an email to the woman advertising the apartment. I silently thanked God that she spoke English and hoped that the place was still available. It seemed like a pretty decent place and it was in a great location.
When I finished, Ziva asked me, "Do you want to watch a movie? We did not pack all of them yet."
"It's your turn to pick," I said. We switched off turns, making it fair.
She got up and walked over to the shelf that used to be piled high with DVDs, but now only held a few that didn't fit in the box with the others. Turning so her back was to me, she grabbed one and put it in the DVD player. Then she grabbed the remotes from the top of the TV and came back to the couch and sat down next to me. A littler closer than she had been before.
"What did you pick?" I asked her.
"A favorite of mine," she answered.
"Ziva, it's my last night in America and you're making me watch The Sound of Music?" I started to complain. Only Ziva could be that sneaky.
"It is not The Sound of Music, though I do not understand how you do not like it," she told me.
"I'm not a big fan of musicals in general," I said as the title screen came up. "This is a favorite of yours?" I asked incredulously as she hit play and the movie began.
"What is wrong with The Notebook? It is not a musical and Nicholas Sparks is an amazing writer," she defended.
"It just surprises me that The Notebook is a favorite movie of an ex-assassin ninja chick," I said, smiling at her.
"I have never once met a woman who does not, no matter how deep down she hides it, like this movie. Being ex-Mossad means nothing," she told me. "Now be quiet. It is starting."
Through the course of the movie, I paid more attention to Ziva than I did to Noah and Allie.
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A/N: So, what do you think? Worthy of any review, long or short? Some feedback would be really appreciated! I know I'm not on top of everything right now, but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things!