A/N This was one of my more amusing thoughts, and I thought I should share it with you. Don't own.
"Hey, in Paris, who got stuck with the couch?" McGee said as he stood up.
"Me." Tony answered. "We flipped a coin."
"Tough break," the other agent replied, rushing after his boss.
When McGee was out of hearing range Ziva gave Tony a suspicious glance. He knew what she was going to ask before she spoke the words.
"Why did you just lie to McGee?" she asked, almost amused
"Why did you lie to Nora?" he said immediately.
Tony stood up, his photos in his hands, ready to change the subject, when he was stopped in his tracks.
"Technically, you are the only one that lied, Tony," Ziva said, teasing him as always.
"And how did you figure that?" he asked surprised, leaning forward and placing his free hand on her desk.
"Because we didn't flip a coin and I told Nora that I thought you were going to be spending all of your time complaining about your back."
"Well, the couch was pretty comfortable." Tony smirked, thinking back to the couch in their Parisian hotel room.
"I agree," Ziva smiled back.
Paris was a beautiful city. There was France, and there was Paris, Paris won. The pavements were crowded with tourists and there was a pleasant buzzing of conversations.
The hotel room wasn't. There had been even more budget cuts, and the one room they could afford was only mediocre. The room had one bed, a television, a very small closet and a leather couch.
The two agents dropped their bags at the foot of the bed and faced each other.
"I'll take the couch," Ziva stated, already moving to the closet to get a blanket.
"I am a gentleman, Ziva, I'll take it."
She pointed her finger at his chest. "I'm not going to spent tomorrow listening to you complaining about your sore back. Once was enough."
"You won't win this, Zi-va," he grinned. DiNozzo grabbed the blanket from her arms and sat down on the couch.
He took off his shirt and threw his jeans into a corner when he noticed her staring.
"Liking what you see, Sweet Cheeks?"
"Always, My little hairy butt."
She went into the bathroom and switched of the light in the bedroom. Tony settled into the couch, his head resting on the small pillow and his back connected to the back of the couch.
He closed his eyes and listened to Ziva's rummaging in the bathroom. A door opened and closed and he was about to relax when the blanket lifted and Ziva claimed a part of the couch.
"Ziva, your toes are freezing!" he objected as he felt them against his leg. "And what the hell are you doing here anyway?"
She replied by pushing her feet against his leg fully and replied: "I will not just sleep in the bed because I am a woman, and therefore I will sleep here."
Tony was about to object when he felt Ziva settle in the couch and against him. He was sure she'd closed her eyes and knowing how tired they both were, it wouldn't surprise him if she'd already fallen asleep.
At the risk of losing his arm he wrapped it around her and pulled her closer, making sure she wouldn't fall off in the middle of the night and supporting her head with his chest.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep, pretty sure that he would have nothing to complain about when he woke up.