Nostrum Monumentum: After Hours
Title: After Hours
Rating: G
Character: Ziva David, Tony DiNozzo
Summary: What's cooking, good looking? TIVA fluff
Prompt: challenge #148, after hours, from ncisdrabble100
Words: 200
It was a night without the stress associated with finishing up paperwork, chasing dead ends or interrogating suspects. For Ziva, such times were rare, for most of her life followed a certain order. Missions were precluded by a briefing. Investigations were assigned, with a stepwise approach to the gathering of facts and evidences. Things were done efficiently, leaving little to chance.
But there were exceptions, despite her propensity for order. On such nights, when she was away from the turmoils of work, she would follow more guidelines than rules. Yes, she could chop, cube, slice and dice, but there was more leeway when it came to experimentation. Her eclectic tastes would gather inspiration from her more colourful travels. With an expert flick of wrist, she would blend in bits and pieces together, coming up with original creations. It was the only kind of chaos that she would tolerate after hours.
However, when she received a seemingly perfunctory knock at her door, and the voice of Tony DiNozzo asking, “What’s cooking, good looking?” Ziva would be forced to amend that thought. She supposed that besides cooking, there was a different kind of unbridled disorder that she would allow in her life.
Rating: G
Character: Ziva David, Tony DiNozzo
Summary: What's cooking, good looking? TIVA fluff
Prompt: challenge #148, after hours, from ncisdrabble100
Words: 200
It was a night without the stress associated with finishing up paperwork, chasing dead ends or interrogating suspects. For Ziva, such times were rare, for most of her life followed a certain order. Missions were precluded by a briefing. Investigations were assigned, with a stepwise approach to the gathering of facts and evidences. Things were done efficiently, leaving little to chance.
But there were exceptions, despite her propensity for order. On such nights, when she was away from the turmoils of work, she would follow more guidelines than rules. Yes, she could chop, cube, slice and dice, but there was more leeway when it came to experimentation. Her eclectic tastes would gather inspiration from her more colourful travels. With an expert flick of wrist, she would blend in bits and pieces together, coming up with original creations. It was the only kind of chaos that she would tolerate after hours.
However, when she received a seemingly perfunctory knock at her door, and the voice of Tony DiNozzo asking, “What’s cooking, good looking?” Ziva would be forced to amend that thought. She supposed that besides cooking, there was a different kind of unbridled disorder that she would allow in her life.