Who: Tony and Shannon What: Dinner date Where: Restaurant and where ever they end up after dinner When: Night of the 23rd Status/Rating: In Progress/rating shouldn't be too high but I hold no promises.
Tony was a bit pleased. Dinner with a rather beautiful blonde. Yes, she could seem brash, abrasive and off putting, but there was something about her that tugged at Tony's gut saying she wanted...something. What he wasn't sure but getting to know her better couldn't hurt at all. Besides, she really was a nice girl. At least he had gotten some nice clothes. Wearing the same thing every day wasn't fun. Or smelled good.
Finishing tying the tie, he straightened out his jacket. Picking up his phone, he made sure the dinner reservations at the restaurant he had selected were in order and for the right time. Good, they were. He did not want to show up early or late. That would be far too embarrassing. Smiling some that it was all set and correct, he slipped his phone and wallet into his pockets and made sure he looked good in the mirror. Grinning, he ran his hand through his hair before slipping out of the room and began heading to Shannon's room. He was eager to see her again. If anything, he did enjoy her company. Yes, he enjoyed Ziva and Abby's as well, but Abby was a friend and Ziva? Ziva he was still processing everything. After all, he had killed her friend Rivkin. True it had been in self defense, but he had broken protocols in going to Ziva's alone, even if he had been trying to watch her back.
Pushing his issues with Ziva to the back of his mind, he soon found himself at Shannon's door and knocked. He was grateful, extremely so, that there were no little DiNozzos running around in this crazy world. Either he didn't get a chance to make any or the Seal thing decided he should go back.
Straightening, he glanced down at the flower he had picked up and hoped it was to Shannon's liking.