I've decided that I need somewhere to put my completely unlikely predictions of what I would like to happen, so this will be a series of one-shots, based off of the extended previews shown on before (almost) every episode.

So, if you haven't seen the preview yet, GO WATCH IT. And uh, yeah that's it.

"Are those tan lines?"

"Where do you think you're looking?"

"Does it even matter?"

"Well actually, yes it does. And I can assure you, I do not have any tan lines."

Eeeeeep! hehehe...

"WHAT THE HELL TONY!"

"Ziva?" Tony looked up in surprise as the angered assassin barged into his apartment.

"What the freaking hell?"

"Zee, I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong…" Oh yeah, she was mad.

"I'm sorry, Tony, I just can't believe you asked me about my tan lines at work."

"You can't?" Had she never met him?

"Well, I can, but Tony, Gibbs was right there"

"He was at the top of the stairs Ziva, there was no way he could've heard us…" He was grasping at straws here, there was no chance of her calming down once she got to the breaking-into-his-home stage.

"Like hell he couldn't, he's Gibbs, Tony. He probably knows I'm here now!"

"So?"

"So? SO? So what if we get fired, or transferred?"

"You don't really thing Gibbs would do that, do you?"

Ziva stood quietly for a moment before letting out a long sigh. "No," she said, walking over to Tony and sinking into his embrace.

"Better?"

"Yeah."

"Hey Ziva?"

"Hmm?"

"You do have tan lines."