The game ended after the overtime quarter (Which means the teams were tied in the fourth quarter and need to determine a winner so they added another quarter to the game.) The score was 68-66. Michael Franks Washington beating Washington High by two points. The people in the stands were screaming and jumping on the bleachers. They had finally beaten their rival. Tony looked around the stands and locked eyes with Ziva. She was smiling brightly at the scoreboard and of the chaos going around the gym. She was looking around at the excitement that was spreading around this room. She locked eyes with Tony and her smile became brighter. He moved over to the bleachers and saw Ziva, Abby, and McGee as well as his parents standing and cheering for his school and their basketball team.
After 10 minutes, things finally started to settle down. Tony and his team moved to the locker room where they all cheered after their win against their big rival. Tony got pats on the back from most of his teammates. He hurriedly gathered his things and changed and left the locker room. As he walked into the hallway he saw Ziva, Abby, and Tim, along with his parents, waiting for him, leaning against the wall talking. He locked eyes with Ziva and started making his way over to her. Um them. As he was walking, a hand grabbed his shoulder and wouldn't let go. He turned around to see Jeanne standing there with a smile on her face and batting her eyelashes. He yanked his shoulder away from her and started walking towards Ziva and his family again. Her hand gripped his shoulder once more. He turned around, ready to tell her off.
"What do you want, Jeanne?" His voice was filled with venom. Something that Jeanne seemed to ignore.
"Wanna join me at the Sacks' house for the after-game party? I'm sure we'll have lots of fun." Tony gave her a look of hatred. He knocked her hand off his shoulder once more and looked at her.
"Leave me alone, Jeanne. And don't touch me ever again." With that, he turned around and walked to Ziva again. Jeanne didn't make another attempt at him. As he saw Ziva, his glare made its way into a smile. She was sending a glare over in Jeanne's direction. Something that made his heart flutter. She was jealous. He liked that she was protective of him. He didn't know how much, but he was very protective of her too.
He walked over and his dad gave him a pat on the back. Tony had scored 46 of the 68 points tonight. People would say that it was skill, but in reality, it was the fact that Ziva was there and he wanted to impress her.
"Did you see the look on Jacobs' face when you scored that three-pointer? Looked like he was about to shit himself." Gibbs laughed. Jenny lightly slapped him in the arm, as they were in a public place and it wasn't just the family and Abby. There was a beautiful girl standing close to Tony. She assumed that this was Ziva.
"Hi. I'm Jenny Gibbs. Tony's mother. Excuse my husband, he's normally a functional mute. At least, until it comes to sports." Gibbs smirked. Ziva smiled at the love that she could see between the two adults.
"It is very nice to meet you. I am Ziva." She went to shake their hands which they accepted happily. Gibbs turned to look at her and noticed she looked like someone that he knew. Ziva saw this and turned her head to the side and squinted her eyebrows together. Gibbs. She had heard her father say many things about this man. Manly how stubborn and addicted to coffee he was.
"Gibbs? As in Leroy Jethro Gibbs?" Ziva hesitantly asked, not wanting to seem creepy. Gibbs nodded his head slightly. The family around them could only watch the interaction.
"My father has told me many things about you. Mainly good as you have a strong work ethic. Something my father greatly appreciated when working with you." Then it clicked for Gibbs and he raised his head to her.
"Eli David was your father?" Ziva nodded.
"Yes sir." Ziva had always been polite. Something her mother practically branded her into at a young age. She would always say "Nobody will respect you if you don't show some respect and manners yourself." It was always something that Ziva took to heart as she believed her mother to be correct.
Gibbs looked at her within hidden emotion. He had heard that Eli David's remaining family had moved to the U.S. He didn't expect his oldest son to become smitten with his oldest daughter. He knew how much of a hard-ass Eli was, especially when it came to his family.
"I'm sorry for loss." Ziva nodded her head, a silent thank you.
"Enough sadness! Let's go get some ice cream!" Abby yelled. She hated it when people were sad and it seemed like Ziva really didn't want to have this conversation. Everybody agreed and they made their way out to their separate vehicles. Tony drove his 1969 Mustang and offered Ziva a ride to the ice cream parlor. Tim drove with Abby in his 1970 Audi, something that they always did as they were very close friends and her hot rod was always causing problems. Gibbs and Jenny drove in Gibbs' Ford F250 as the company charger was normally for too and from work.
Tony and Ziva climbed into the mustang and followed Jenny and Gibbs with Tim and Abby behind them. They made it to Presidential Scoops (actually a real place in Washington D.C.) and went inside. There were many people crowded into the little building that was the ice cream parlor. Many noticed Tony and his varsity jacket and patted him on the back for his job well done in their game tonight. He said thanks but went right back to his conversation with Ziva about some things that she was confused about from the game.
"How hard do you have to hit someone for it to be a foul?" She asked, not wanting Tony to be hurt in this game he found so enjoyable. Tony shrugged.
"Honestly not that hard. If somebody from the other team practically touches you that's a foul. Sometimes it can be a charge foul, you know where they actually try to hurt you." Ziva nodded. She had seen one instance when that had happened tonight. Somebody totally nailed Jackson and was called to the free-throw line. The other player was on the bench for the rest of the game.
"So that is why he was on the bench the rest of the game?"
"Well, he had five fouls which means that he couldn't play in the game anymore." Ziva's mouth formed an O shape as she got what he was saying. They ordered their ice cream. Tony got strawberry and Ziva got mint chocolate chip. It was no Berry Mango Madness but it would do. It was actually very good. She turned around and saw that Abby had gotten chocolate and Tim had gotten peanut butter. Surprisingly, there was a coffee flavor that they served, which of course Gibbs got. Jenny got orange sherbert. They all moved to a table outside of the parlor as all the seats had been taken. Many others must have had the same idea as they did as the parlor only became more crowded. They all ate their ice cream together and talked about the game. Ziva's phone buzzed in her pocket. She didn't want to take it out of her pocket, not wanting to be rude, but she wondered if it was her mother. She reached behind her and grabbed a hold of her phone and unlocked the screen. It was her mother.
Ima: Where are you, Ziva? You said you would be home after school. It is 8 PM.
Ziva wanted to smack herself on the forehead. How could she forget to tell her mother where she was and what she was doing? But more importantly, who she was with. Ever since Ari was killed, she had been very protective and Ziva and Tali. Not wanting anything to happen to her daughters. When Tali died, she upd the anney, and Ziva had finally reasoned with her to stop hounding her. Even though she knew her mother was just scared for Ziva to be out and about, it was interfering with Ziva's freedom. She was finally away from the burden of Israel and looked forward to the countless opportunities to be free in this country.
Ziva: I am sorry, Ima. Tony had a basketball game today and he wanted me to come. I met his parents after and we are eating ice cream not too far from the house.
She knew that her mother didn't trust people and she was surprised that she actually took a liking to Tony so early. I guess that ran in the family as she was quite smitten with him herself. Her mother's reply came back as fast as she could type.
Ima: I do not want you out too late tonight. We still have boxes to unpack. You still need to get your room situated.
Her mother never liked messes. Especially nowadays. She would clean every Saturday and sometimes every Wednesday when Eli had a drunken fit some nights, and she would fight to put him to bed. Something Ziva was very glad would not happen now. Yes, she missed her father, but he never acted like a father to her only like a sperm donor. He had always shown Tali that side of affection, but when it came to her, it had always vanished as soon as he saw her. She didn't know what she did to make that spark leave his eyes. She had always tried to please him, but it would go to no avail. Eventually, she had given up seeing as it wasn't worth her time when all he did was turn his nose up at her.
Ziva: I will be home soon, Ima.
Ima: Will you need me to pick you up?
She looked up and saw that Tony was looking at her with a smile on his face.
"I can take you home. Tell her not to worry her pretty little head about it." Ziva smiled and let out a chuckle. No doubt this was some of his charm.
Ziva: No. Tony said that he will bring me home.
Ima: Okay. Be careful. I love you, Zivaleh.
Ziva smiled.
Ziva: Love you too, Ima.
Her mother was all that she had left now. She loved her very deeply and knew that her mother felt the same. Just because they moved here from bad experiences, didn't mean that they had to dwell on them any longer. They had a fresh start and Ziva planned on taking that. Especially with the man, she was sitting next too.