Just a short scene set after Under Covers...
Seven Hits and Nursing Careers
"You ever considered a career as a nurse?" Tony asked her, as she helped him onto the couch. She'd driven him home, against everyone's initial reaction, and had been talked into helping him upstairs before she drove home herself.
"The career path, Tony, or the uniform?" Tony seemed distracted for a moment, with a small smile on his face. "Tony!" she snapped. "You had better not be thinking about me in a nurses uniform," she warned him.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "I can think of you without it, if you prefer?" he teased.
"Oh, if you had not taken seven hits..." she muttered under her breath, resisting the urge to hit him with the nearest couch cushion.
"You'd what?" he urged her.
"Trust me," she half-laughed. "It is better for your safety that you do not find out."
He looked at her strangely. "Does it involve bondage?"
"Only the kind that leads to torture," she smiled sweetly.
Any thought that had been running through his head had vanished, along with the grin. "That doesn't sound like sex," he said simply.
"Because it is not sex," she confirmed. "On the subject of sex, however..."
The grin returned. "If we're going down this conversation path, you're going to have to help me with these shirt buttons."
"I am not having sex with you, Tony," she told him. "Abby and McGee, on the other hand, are under the impression that we have already had sex."
He frowned. "What gave them that idea?"
"Apparently one of the FBI agents did not believe that our act was an act," she explained.
"Oh!" he laughed. "Well...how about that..."
"Goodnight, Tony," she told him tiredly, heading towards the front door.
"Ziva!" he called out, just before she left. She turned back. "Thanks for not driving like a crazy person tonight," he smiled.
She smiled back. "Thank you for taking the seven hits."
His smile grew. "Any time. Just...preferably not all the time."
END