a/n: I got the idea from an old CSI:Miami fic by the same name. Just a collection of snippets between Tony and Ziva. Established Tiva.
Insomnia usually hits on the weekends and so they flip for it: AMC versus Discovery Channel; Rom-coms versus horror (he has to laugh when she turns on ever light in the apartment as the closing credits of Psycho rolls)
Then, as they watch in 'comfortable movie silence' as she refers to it, he wonders what kind of cosmic fate has landed him here with her on his couch, sharing a bowl of Cheerios with sliced strawberries in it, when in fact, he hates the red berries and only adds the damn things because he knows that she adores them.
'Besides' She hums as she swallows another spoonful. 'They are a fantastic source of vitamins.' He rolls his eyes. She catches him and flicks a loop at him. 'You are a jerk, Tony. I do not know why I put up with you.' She turns her attention back to Casablanca and Cary Grant and tries to hide her smile and ignore him as he begins to encroach on her space.
'I know I am Zi.' He says, kissing her on the temple. 'And I'm so very glad that you do.'