“Ziva, I’m home,” Tony called out as he walked through the door. The living room was empty and tidy. “Ziva?”
“I am in the bathroom, Tony,” her soft call travelled through the apartment.
Tony made his way to the bathroom and found Ziva up to her neck in a bubble bath. He smiled at the sight of her. “Comfy in there?” he asked as he sat down on the floor beside the tub, using the toilet to lean against.
“Yes, I may have over done it at the gym yesterday,” Ziva sighed sleepily as she let the warm water ease her aching muscles. “I was thinking that we could get some take-out from the French place down the jalan for makan malam, majlis makan malam tonight. I am too tired to cook.”
“I’ll cook. I was wanting pasta more,” Tony smiled as he reached over a tossed the little rubber itik that sat on the edge of the tub into the bubbled. “I don’t remember having that,” he commented.
Ziva flashed him a grin, “I saw it at the store earlier and thought it was cute.”
Tony shook his head with an amused smile on his face. His ninja could still be tough, but her soft side was starting to come out lebih and lebih these days.
