The smell of the airport crashed against her face as the terminal doors slammed open. "Aha, Los Angeles." Tony inhaled the sent and deeply and exhaled. "God, I miss the beach." He said. Ziva followed closely behind him. "Then what are we waiting for?" She asks.
He smirked, and slipped on his beach shades. "And, now, we've learned to have a little fun."
We walked to the hotel, half a block from the airport, and Tony decided to drop their bags in their hotel room. He stopped in front of the door and twirled the key between two fingers. Ziva glared at him, fiercly grabbed the key our of his hand, and pushed him aside. "Hey, no need for that." He said playfully. She opened the door and rushed it, practically dancing in the cold, sunlit room.
Ziva threw open the patio door, and lifted her arms, as if to touch the warm, salty air. The warm breeze blew her hair back, and she closed her eyes.
Tony brought the bags into the room and skidded them into the closet.
"Beach view." He mumbled, joining Ziva on the patio. They looked down to see the sand, and people running in and out of the dark blue water.
"Then what are we doing standing here?" She asked, a smirk tugging on her lips.
A/N: Sorry it's short, but I needed something to start it off.
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