Apple Pie

A/N: So, yeah, finally finished and posted Kaleidoscope's new chapter! Yay! Uhh, this is the third "installment" in my whole McAbby date night thing, telling what exactly Tony and Ziva got into when Tony "requisitioned" her. This'll probably get into 2-3 chapters, and for those who are wondering, I will add a chapter or so to Pawprints on request of BBP (The Big Black Panther).

Disclaimerish: IF THERE IS A BAR CALLED APPLE PIE IN D.C., Tony found it, not me. I kind of doubt there is one. But I don't know so don't quote me on that.

"Tony, where are we going?" Ziva demanded as Tony guided her forward, hand at the small of her back. She stumbled slightly in the tall heels Abby had shoved her into, and that hand became the only thing keeping her upright.

"I realized, I never took you out to celebrate after you became a full NCIS agent," he murmured in her ear. She shivered slightly, not having noticed how close his face was to hers.

"And you only realized this now?" she asked. "After I have been an agent for several weeks?"

"Just three or so. And yes, Probie," he whispered. His breath tickled her ear as he continued, "I think it was you that reminded me, anyway."

Ziva whipped around, her brown curls smacking Tony in the face. "How?"

Tony beamed, keeping his hand on her slim waist. "You said you were at my mercy."

"As it should be," she replied, mirroring his words from the previous day, brown eyes searching his. Ziva smirked, not failiing to notice the teasing but not teasing look in his green eyes and the way their faces were inches from each other, and the way Tony leaned over the gap a tiny bit before blinking and swirling her back around, moment gone.

Laughter returned to his voice, he snarked, "Come! We must make a true American of you!"

She glanced back at Tony again, a skeptical expression on her face. "What does that mean?"

Tony's face contorted in thought. "I'm not sure," he confessed. "Apple pie?"

Ziva snorted. "If that is so, I have been a 'true American' for some time, Tony."

"Not until you've been there." Too late, Ziva realized what Tony meant and tried to dance away, but his strong arms had already closed around her waist in anticipation. "Not so fast, Ninja," he murmured in her ear. She could feel the smug grin on his face, where his skin touched hers.

Ziva tried once more, futilely, to wriggle out of his grasp before- barely- permitting him to lift her off her feet and carry her down the street towards the strip of bars and clubs he so often frequented. "I will go to any club but that one, Tony!"

A genuine, hearty laugh escaped him; Ziva could feel it rumbling in his chest. "See, that's not true. There are some bars you won't even set foot in with Abby. Plus, why not? It's as American as... well... its name!"

"Tony, no."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes!"

"Thank you, yes!"

Clapping a hand over her mouth, Ziva glared at Tony for tricking her. He flashed his thousand-watt obnoxious you-can't-help-but-love-me smile, and Ziva found herself soon laughing with him.