Just a little fluff that I thought of. I don't own NCIS. Enjoy!


"It is not bright enough."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it is not. This is not the shade of blue that I wanted for my spare room, Tony. I wanted a bright blue. This is dull."

"But too bright of a blue would scare people out of this room," Tony said, looking down at Ziva.

The two partners were standing in Ziva's spare bedroom, studying the walls. They both were wearing old clothes; Tony had an old ratted OSU shirt on while Ziva had on another one of Tony's old OSU shirts. Paint was splattered on each of them, their arms almost completely covered in blue paint.

Ziva looked up at him and shook her head. "This is not the blue I envisioned, Tony. We have just wasted three hours painting this room and look! It is not as bright as the tester spot that we tried it on," she said.

"I think it looks fine, Ziva. Like I said, if it was any brighter, it would scare people out of the room."

Ziva groaned and put her head in her hands, thus getting paint on her face. Once she realized what she did, she groaned even more. "Look at me. I am a disaster. This room is a disaster. Everything is a disaster," she mumbled.

Tony chuckled to himself, and then cupped Ziva's cheek. "Everything is fine. You are fine. This room is perfectly fine. I'm certain that with the shades open it will be brighter. Just wait until tomorrow to decide if you want to change it or not, Ziva," he said reassuringly.

She studied his eyes and then a small smile graced her lips. "Fine. But I will only wait one day," she said.

Tony kissed Ziva's forehead and smile. "You just wait. You will see that this paint project was a success in the morning," he said.

And she smiled, actually believing him.