This is without a doubt, the fluffiest, schmoopiest thing I have ever written, for FF or my personal writings. Just letting everyone know I am still alive, I'm actually working on a longer story that follows on from Rule 51, but that won't be out until I get home from my holiday, so late July. Stay tuned, feel free to review.

'How about this one?' Ziva asked, showing Tony the DVD, he made a face and shook his head.

'Ugh, no way.' He replied. 'Firstly, Hairspray is a musical, I don't do musicals, secondly, I can't stomach cross dressing John Travolta.'

Ziva shrugged and returned the DVD to the shelf. 'Why are we even here then?' Ziva wondered out loud. 'It seems like all the movies you want to watch you already own.'

'Probably, but it pays to keep an open mind.' Tony replied as he perused the aisles.

'I have heard good things about this one.' Ziva said, picking up Bridget Jones's Diary, Tony made a face.

'Firstly, if you were to look up chick flick in a dictionary, right next to the Notebook, you'd find that.' Tony told Ziva, he reached over her shoulder and put the DVD back on the shelf. 'And secondly, fat and ugly Renee Zellweger puts me off my dinner.'

'Really? I did not think that was possible.'

'Real funny.'

'She doesn't look that bad, does she?' Ziva asked, flipping the DVD over to look at the pictures on the back.

'Uh yes, she does. Gives a whole new meaning to bad hair day, more like bad face day.'

'That's harsh Tony, lots of women have bad hair days. It is not a laughing matter.'

'What would you know about bad hair days? I have never seen you with bad hair. You always look gorgeous.' The words came out before Tony could stop them, he winced, Ziva turned around to face him, smirking.

'That so?'

'Uh, yes.' Tony replied, it was out there, he'd probably just get in more trouble trying to take it back.

'So you are saying that over all these years, not once has my hair seemed uh... bad?'

'Your first day on the job, it was kinda grubby, but you still looked good.'

'You made me crawl through a dumpster.' Ziva scowled.

'You wanted something to do.' Tony said defensively, inside, Ziva was beaming, even as she tried to feign anger at Tony. Then a thought occurred to her, and she wasn't beaming, on the inside or out.

'How about Somalia? If that does not constitute a bad hair day, what does?' she asked him, Tony shook his head and brushed a stray lock of hair back behind her ear, running his fingers down the side of her face.

'That day, you've never looked more beautiful to me than you did in that cell.' Tony told her.

'Now I know you are pulling my foot.' Ziva replied, shaking her head.

'It's pulling your leg, and I'm not. Ziva, I thought you were dead, okay?' Tony said, just saying the words brought him back to that dark place. 'So you, alive, right in front of my face. Yeah, that was the best you've ever looked. Best sight I've ever laid eyes on, hands down.'

The look Tony gave her as he spoke was so intense and loving, it gave Ziva a thrill down her spine. Ziva disregarded the fact that they were in the middle of a video store, as she ran a hand around his neck to steer him closer, she still had to reach up to place a soft kiss on his lips, a taste of things to come.

'I don't feel like watching a movie tonight.' Ziva told him. 'Come on.' Tony took her hand as she led him out of the store, grinning happily at the morose looking man behind the counter.

'Still got that DiNozzo charm, huh?' Tony smirked.