Airplanes
Flying had never been her favorite thing to do. Yes, she endured it without complaint, but she much preferred any other form of transportation. There was just something about being contained in a small tin box, thousands of feet above the earth that freaked her out.
Not to mention, flying was always so boring, spending hours on end trapped in a seat next to God knows who. One can only read a book for so long, and even with all the technology available to her for entertainment these days, she could never shake the feeling of tedium.
There was no question about it, Ziva was not fond of being in an airplane.
This trip, however, was different. Very different. And it was all because of him.
For the first time, they were on a flight together without being directly involved in some mission or other. Vance had sent them both to a defense convention in Geneva, which was essentially a paid vacation.
It was clear that Tony was looking forward to this trip. He was bouncy and far too awake when he picked her up at 5 in the morning to head to the airport, playing cheerful music in the car all the way to Dulles.
After a while, it seemed his good mood was rubbing off on her, coaxing her out of her pre-flight funk. In fact, by the time they were boarding the plane she was laughing, relaxed, and looking forward to spending hours sitting next to him during the flight.
Perhaps flying wasn't so bad, she mused, as long as you had a good partner to share it with.