Where it all started:
Tony had just left his apartment to pick Ziva up for their friend's wedding.
Tony got to Ziva's apartment, a little late, but didn't want to push his limits. He got out, smiling at the dress, practically making his crystal green eyes shimmer in Ziva's presence, in hope he could finally tell her.
Ziva gazed a deathening gaze to Tony, "you look... good tony. did you shower?"
Tony starred Ziva down and chuckled. "Ziva, it's called a tux. Are you coming or not?"
'"Hmmm did you put on deodorant?"
With a roll of his eyeballs, he helped her into the car. "Yes."
Ziva sat, a smile on her face. "Your car even smells nice you clean up well!"
"Thank you, I had it done by someone who is paid to do this Ziva."
"Are you sure its not your 'horny' dust?"
Tony looked more serious. "Positive. Hey, who said I was horny?Translate please?"
"Oh dear God Tony, Honey dust!"
"Positive Ziva." Tony focused on the road, continue his conversating habits.
Ziva starred at me again; "how exactly do you know Kate?"
Tony smiled, dashed by Ziva's stun. "Old friend."
Ziva nods pausing a moment. "Girlfriend?"
"Maybe!"
With a nod, Ziva started the conversation back from the dead silence in the moving vehicle. "uh huh!"
"I'm serious Zi!"
"Maybe is serious?"
"Well, no."
Looking at Tony, Ziva scoffed her words. "You make no sense!"
"I'm American, I live the dream, obvious from my hot wheels! If you know what those are."
"The little toy cars children play with?"
Tony took his eyes off the road. "No, Not those, My car!"
"Ohhhh!" Ziva explains as she nods." I like mine more."
"What do you drive, a little smart car?"
"Yes, very smart!"
"Don't tell me, a mini?"
"Mini cooper actually."
"Why drive a Mini Cooper?"
Ziva shrugged and looked at Tony. "It works!"
"For what? Passing through traffic for excitement, and almost killing yourself?"
Ziva glared Tony down, and saw as the hotel passed her site, them driving by. "Uh Tony!"
"What?"
Ziva sighed. "You missed the hotel."
" Shit! Hold on!" When the other lane cleared, Tony stomped his foot on the brake, and made a direct U-turn, flying the car to two wheels.
"Anthony!"
"Yes Ziva?"
"That could have just killed us both!"
"The lane was clear."
Ziva pointed to the enterence. "Turn Tony."
Tony turns into the parking lot, laughing under his breath. "Okay, you made it here alive."
"I'm driving us back!"
"Not drunk Ziva!"