When Anthony DiNozzo was five years old, he was told that he was going to be part of a wedding. One of his father’s close business associates was getting married, and since he had no young men in his family, Senior volunteered Tony for the job. Young Tony didn’t really care all that much about what this occasion meant. He just knew that he had to walk down the aisle with a pillow with a couple of rings on it, and then there was a party that he got to eat cake. His mother told him that a little girl named Ziva, another business associate’s child, was going to be the flower girl. He pulled a pinched face when he heard he would have to hang out with a girl, but went along with the plan nonetheless.
The day came when everyone was running around in pretty dresses and flowers everywhere. Tony’s mother brought Ziva to him, all dressed in her puffy flower girl getup that she couldn’t stop playing with, and told him to entertain her while the grown ups got ready.
They stood there staring at each other for quite some time before the Bride cooed over what a beautiful picture they would make. So with some prompting and posing, they stood as if they were slow dancing. He just looked down at her, trying to figure out why exactly he was posed in this way, and she up at him with a mix of curiosity and awe. She was only three, but he was five and a half and even though he was much older than her, this boy seemed like he could be a very good friend.
Their parents fawned over them, cooing about how beautiful they looked together, how cute. It wasn’t until after they were finished being fussed over that they introduced themselves with shy smiles. Tony asked Ziva if she wanted to play outside, deciding that maybe this girl wasn’t as bad as he thought. She nodded excitedly, but before they could get away, they were ushered towards the wedding hall, small pouts adorning their faces.
They sat through the wedding without fuss, but only ten minutes after they’d made it to the reception, they ran into the backyard at full speed and Ziva got grass stains all over her knees, or at least where her knees would be in a poofy dress.
They were fast friends after that.
As it turned out, Tony’s mom and Rivka, Ziva’s mother, had become just as fast of friends as their children and lived only a few blocks away.
As their mothers spent hours in the living room chatting and drinking too much tea, Tony and Ziva lived out every adventure they could dream of as only children could.
They made pillow forts in the living room and played pirates in the backyard. They ran free in the woods that surrounded Ziva’s house, sword fighting with sticks they found on the ground. They watched movies snuggled under blankets with cartoon characters with pillows that were just as good for fighting as they were for resting. The two became inseparable, spending every moment they were allowed together.