~ Never take anything for granted ~

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amimimi1 asked: Number 5 with T&Z


He spotted her across the dance floor and smirked.  The girls had outdone themselves this time.  Ziva was dressed in a flashing tiara, pink feather boa, and some kind of sash.  He couldn’t read it, but he was almost certain it said Bride-to-be.   He wondered how many drinks they’d gotten in her before she’d agreed to the tiara.  He chuckled to himself, knowing without a doubt that it would be a long night.  

He crossed the dance floor, pushing through writhing bodies to get to his fervently dancing fiance.  She spotted him walking towards her and broke out into a wide, slightly drunken smile.  

"TONY!" She cried, flinging herself toward him.   

She slammed into him full force, arms wrapped tightly around him, face buried into the crook of his neck. He rocked back slightly on his heels from the sheer force of it before wrapping his arms around her too.    He raised his eyebrow slightly at her actions, feeling her nose against his neck.  He was pretty sure she was smelling him.  She pulled back slightly, clapping her hands on his shoulders. 

"YOU’RE HERE!" She hugged him tightly once again, the force of her squeeze bringing a smile to his face, followed by a twinge of pain. 

"Yeah, I am."  She kissed him soundly, clearly excited to see him.  

"Why?" she asked as she pulled away. 

"What do you mean, why?" he stared at her quizzically. 

"Why are you here?" She said slowly, as though she were talking to a kindergartner.  

"You called me and asked me to come." 

"I did?" 

"Yeah, you did," he said with a chuckle. "Even though I could hear Abby telling you not to. Fiance’s don’t usually come to bachelorette parties, babe."

"Well it is my party and I want you," she said, poking him in the chest. 

He could tell she was drunk on the phone, but he wasn’t sure just how drunk. “What have you been drinking?” 

"Uhm…lots of things. There were shots." 

"Mixing liquors, I see." 

She nodded, falling against his chest, and reaching around to slip her hand into his back pocket. “I did not pay for them.  They just kept giving them to me.”  He sighed.  He knew how high her alcohol tolerance was.  For her to be in this state…he didn’t want to think about the amount of booze she’d consumed.  

"They were yummy." 

"I bet." 

"We should dance.  Would you like to dance?" She asked eagerly. 

"Sure, ninja." 

"I am glad.  People have tried to dance with me all night but I did not want them to, I just wanted to dance with you." 

He smiled at her confession. 

"Tony," she said loudly.  

He raised his eyebrows in question. 

"I am glad you are here." 

He smiled, “Me too, Zi.  Me too.” 

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