"Well I'm glad that is over and done with. I swear I was getting depression just from sitting in the room when Gibbs broke the news to the daughter of her fathers death." Ziva desperately wished Tony would shut up, but with no luck he kept talking.
"I mean seriously, that was just sad to watch, like her heart had been broken into millions of pieces, never to be whole again." Tony said this with a slight smile, trying to figure out if Ziva was listening or not. "You know, it was just like the movie The Princess Bride, when Buttercup thinks Westley has really gone and isn't coming back. I just hope no huge rats show up and..."
"Tony. Will you just shut up. I know you are glad the case is over. I have to admit it was sad. But just drip it. Please, can we just get to my apartment in silence?" Ziva begged.
"Yes, I will try. And by the way, it's drop it, not drip it. Just saying."
"Tony..." Ziva shot Tony a warning look, and he took the hint.
"Shutting up, just don't say anything that needs movie references."
"Tony..." She was relived that she was picking up her car from the shop in the morning, and would no longer have to endure this torture.
They spent the rest of the ride to her apartment in silence, witch was some points for Tony, but not many, considering it was a 30 second drive.
"Good night Tony, and thank you for the ride. I will see you tomorrow, unless you want to come in for drinks." As soon as the last words were out of her mouth, she regretted them.
"I would love to come in, as long as you promise not to kill me, break, or dislocate anything." Tony replied, but she was already across the street, so unless he wanted to get locked out, he needed to go.
Once inside, Tony was shocked. It was decorated beautifully, but it was just so...not Ziva. Her apartment had cream walls, with accents of browns here and there, with her decor being in the same theme.
"So," Ziva stated, startling Tony out of a half trance. "What do you want. I have beer, whiskey, and tequila. Feel free to have and or make whatever you want. "
Tony and Ziva both started out with a simple beer, and flipped through the tv channels. Tony found and wanted to watch Mythbusters, and Ziva, having found nothing better agreed.
As the night went on, and the clock found itself spipping from 10:30 to 11, and eventually 11:30, all the while Tony and progressing to more and more drinking.
Around midnight, Tony got up and was going to drive home. Ziva realizing he was way to drunk to be walking much less driving, took his keys, and locked them in the safe with her badge and gun
" Tony, you are just going to get yourself killed, and I don't want that to happen. You can sleep on my couch tonight." Ziva offered. However, she had something different in her mind, as she had all night.
Before she could loose her nerve, Ziva reached out, put her arms around Tony, and leaned forward into a kiss. It was just as passionate and loving as it had been seven. Years before, when they were undercover.
When he realized in his alcohol clouded mind what she had been going at all night, he backed her into the bedroom and shut the door behind him.
