Tiva once Ziva got to Gibbs' house for thanksgiving dinner.
She can’t remember how long she stood there at the door to Gibbs’ house, playing with the hem of her dress, but eventually, she lifted up her hand to knock on the door.
Abby greeted her and told her that she was right on time; they were about to start eating and they’d saved a spot next to Tony.
She was ushered into the dining room and placed into a seat at the table. The room was warm and friendly, but the warmth she felt when her partner smiled at her was much better in her eyes.
Gibbs’ said a small prayer of thanks, and while he did so, Ziva found herself watching Tony. His head was bowed, and he had a small smile on his face that would make any woman swoon. He looked up at her, caught her staring, but instead of smirking like he would have in past times, he smiled softly at her and reached over to take her hand.
She was still beyond belief at what he’d done for her. No one she’d ever known had ever done anything even nearly as touching or considerate, but then there was him. He’d spent enough time coming up with a solution for her opera problems, knowing how important it was to her, and he’d found one.
He squeezed her hand as Gibbs finished, but didn’t let go until a few seconds after he’d stopped speaking.
When they started talking about things they were thankful for in a rush of conversation, she found herself looking at him again. He caught her eye again, and they stared for a moment or two before she reached under the table to recapture his hand.
"Thank you." she told him again, but this time, they both knew she wasn’t just thanking him for the opera.
