revenance_rpg | I Can See What's Happening (What?) And They Don't Have a Clue (Who?)

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I Can See What's Happening (What?) And They Don't Have a Clue (Who?)

Characters: York and Ziva
Content: York actually fulfills his previously mentioned wingman duties and/or hopes he didn't mess all the things up for everyone forever.
Location: Traverse Town, Second District, near the hotel
Time: Evening (really)
Notes: ~~If the chat were with Wash it would be from "Kiss the Girl."~~

York was pretty sure this was all his fault. He hadn't even been thinking about Wash and Ziva's potential dating thing when he yelled back to Wash, it was just that Wash was there and Ziva was there and it was the first quip that came to mind. Not meaning it didn't make it less his fault, as Delta was wont to remind him, not that D had too many constructive ideas on how to save a relationship that hadn't happened yet from crashing and burning.

Approaching Ziva had to be a start, though he was doing it in armor in case she agreed that it was his fault that things had gone south and felt the need to express her displeasure with impromptu sparring. "Uh, hey, Ziva. I was hoping we could talk."

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Ziva was sitting on the ledge overlooking the lower area, watching as Abby and Fluffy were chasing each other around. Turning when she heard the voice saying something to her, she smiled and waved, before raising an eyebrow at the 'we could talk' part. That didn't sound that good.

"About what?" She asked, making a motion with her hand towards her spirits to keep playing. They'd stopped when York showed up, making sure he wasn't going to cause any trouble.

Sparky and Max trot town to meet Abby and Fluffy; they might as well get some ~playing~ in while their people chat about whatever it is, right? York winces at the eyebrow; he doesn't want to upset her.

"About Wash." That's general enough, except it isn't after the struggle match thing.

"Right." She said, sighing and looking back towards there the spirits are running around. She'd been avoiding Wash, and everyone, pretty much, since the struggle match. She fidgeted her hands in her lap, one of her nervous habits she never conquered, then stopped, realizing what she was doing. "What about Wash, then?"

There had to be a way to put it that didn't feel like high school again. York settled down next to Ziva. "I'm sorry about making things awkward at the struggle match." He sighed. "I wasn't thinking."

"It was not your fault." She said, keeping her gaze down at her hands, as if checking out her nails, or something. She really just didn't want to look at him at the moment. "I was the one who took it too far, continuing it like that."

"He only freaked out because he hasn't really had the time to date for the last few...years. He's interested in you; he's just afraid that he's too broken to be in a relationship." York made a face. "He's probably sitting somewhere blaming himself for ruining everything right now."

Her next thought was blocked by confusion. Turning to look at him, she made a motion with her hand as her thoughts went another direction.

"He what? I think I misheard you." What he just said had thrown her. And she was pretty sure at this point, she was hearing him wrong.

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"He's probably blaming himself for what happened at the Struggle match," York said again. Just like he was, actually. It was probably better to agree that it was no one's fault.

"That was not the part I meant." She reached over and tapped the edge of his visor with her nail. "Before that." Because if she really heard him right, she had really, really, screwed things up.

Oh. Well. Apparently he wasn't getting out of it that easily. Still, he couldn't tell her much - it wasn't his place to go over all the things that had happened to Wash over the years. "Most of it is something you should ask Wash about, but it boils down to...he's been in the military for a long time and seen a lot of terrible things. Sometimes it isn't easy for him to deal with."

"I figured you would not give me many details." She said. Her curiosity wasn't completely satisfied, but she knew well enough to leave it alone. But, she would, for now. No use in making York uncomfortable around her too. Sighing again, she crossed her arms and leaned back a bit, but not enough to lose her balance.

"So, how much damage have I done to our friendship? Do you know?"

"Nothing that can't be solved by going and talking to him. Like I said, he's going to be blaming himself for ruining it by freaking out. He'll probably try to apologize or tell you that you don't have to worry about him or something manly and dumb like that; don't listen to him. None of us was exactly innocent back there." York is immeasurably relieved that Ziva's willing to let it go; Wash would be justifiably mad if he started sharing out his secrets.

"So, how long should I wait to try to talk to him?" She asked, wondering if hunting him down now would be a horrible idea or not. She didn't really want to let things stay this way for long... especially with Wash. That, and she had things to think about on her own end, after what York said earlier.

"Sooner is better. Catch him before he can convince himself that he needs to protect you by pretending that everything is fine and he has no idea what you mean about his having a huge gushy crush on you," York advised her. Wash was going to hunt him down and shoot him with his incredibly awesome rifle skills. ...It would be worth it.

She laughed at the 'huge gushy crush' part, mostly because that terminology and Wash in combination was hilarious. It really just... didn't fit.

"You do realize he is going to kill you for telling me this, right?" She asked with a smirk.

"He'll be annoyed at me for meddling," York admitted. Hopefully not annoyed enough to cut him off; York didn't THINK this was that severe, but he'd slipped up and mentioned Wash's past, even if he hadn't told Ziva any details. "But it just kills me to see my friends sad and not talking to each other."

"I have to track him down before I can talk to him, you realize?" She hadn't been trying hard to find him, honestly. Because avoiding awkward situations was something she liked to do. Not seek them out. "And if I hear rifle shots from your general vicinity later, should I run towards them, or away?"

"Towards. You might be able to talk him into stopping, if you try." And he's kind of attached to his limbs.

"Might." She repeated, then turned towards him again. "Then again, it might just make things worse." That feeling of doom was coming back. Not everyone was like Tony and McGee: as easily forgiving of her antics.

"I'm kidding. I don't think he'd actually start shooting at me. Yelling, maybe. ...do you shoot people when you're upset?" Now he's curious, because he really doesn't know a lot about Ziva's conflict resolution skills. Not that a fist to the face is necessarily bad, just not always appropriate.

"Maybe not shoot..." She said, trying to look innocent. "Flip someone, pin them to the ground, and point a gun at them, I have done." Poor Tony. She scratched at her neck.

"I mostly threaten bodily harm. I notice people have a tendency to take me seriously and I do not have to get violent."

York would say that she and Wash don't have much in common, but then he remembers Church. He and D should really check up on the guy again and make sure things are cool with him, after he brought the good news. "Is that your starting negotiating tactic or do you work from threats of force up to use of force?"

"Depends on the person. And how angry I am." Honest answer...except for the fact that she normally acts before thinking. "Although 'threat of force' may not be the correct term either."

"The fine and careful difference between 'if I were a betting woman, I would bet that this won't go well for you' and 'if you don't tell me what happened to her, your head will become friends with the concrete floor'?"

"Very fine and careful difference. Although, I lean more towards 'concrete floor and apologize later'." This conversation had taken a strange turn. Not that she didn't appreciate it, but it was still strange. "Especially if there is someone I care for involved."

York grinned. She wasn't that much like Carolina - Ziva seemed comfortable with herself and confident in herself in a way that Carolina wasn't - but she was the same in some respects. He doubted she would back down, ever, and if they decided to try a relationship, that would be something good for Wash. "I think we all get a little protective if someone we care for is involved."

She made a sound of agreement, looking over towards where the spirits were still chasing one another around. Funny, how showing up here had given her more people to fall into that 'over protective of ' category.

"Back to the original topic of conversation... Any idea where I can find him?"

York shook his head; he wasn't sure where Wash was, even if the guy wasn't hiding from him. "Can't help you there, unfortunately. He's not avoiding me, but I don't know where he's hanging out at the moment."

"Hmmm." She started making a mental list of where to check at certain points. And if that wouldn't work, she could call him out on the network, or something.

"It may not make a difference, but would you mention that I would like to talk to him?" Although part of her was convinced that would make him run the other direction at this point. "And make sure you emphasize talk, not maim, injure or kill."

"I'll tell him," York said. He laughed and shook his head. "You remind me so much of a lady I knew at home...a couple ladies. You'd fit right in with our group of friends. Not that I'd wish the war on anyone."

"You have said that before. Someday, you should tell me about them." She wanted to hear about them, and heck, maybe even meet them. Even if she wouldn't wish being trapped like this on anyone. But, first she had other things she needed to do. Standing, she whistled to get her spirits attention, changing their direction.

"But first, I need to find someone and get him to listen to me."

"Good luck," York said. "And keep me posted."

"Of course." She said, walking past him towards the exit of the district, watching as her spirits kept pace with her below.

"Oh, and one last thing." She said, before bringing her hand up to smack him in the back of the head, not caring if he was wearing his armor. To her, the motion was the point. "That is for starting all of this."

York rubbed the back of his helmet. He'd gotten lucky after all. Though he'd been right about her ending up hitting him.

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