The elevator hung limply by two cables. If they accidentally put too much weight on the other side, they would plummet to the bottom of the elevator shaft resulting in their deaths.
"What a way to go out," Tony joked.
Ziva threw her hands up in exasperation. "How can you joke at a time like this? You are such a child sometimes, DiNozzo," she snapped.
"Excuse me for trying to lighten the mood," he mumbled, rolling his eyes at her.
She looked around frantically; she did not want to be in an elevator with DiNozzo any longer than she had to be. "Maybe if we fire a few rounds, they will notice that we are still inside," she said about to take her weapon out of its holster.
Tony stopped her. "The elevator's made out of metal, Zee. The bullets will probably ricochet and kill us, not a good idea," he warned.
Ziva would've doubled back if she had the room. "Zee? What happened to the formalities that we agreed to, DiNozzo?" she growled at him, putting emphasis on his name to make her point clear.
"Formalities went out the window right after you chose to die with me in this elevator."
"I did not choose to die with you, if anything, I admit that I made a mistake. I should have left you to evacuate the building by yourself! To die by yourself!" she shouted at him.
A flash of pain went quickly through his eyes. "That would be a clear breach of rule #1 which wouldn't be the first time you violated it," he yelled back at her.
She looked at him menacingly. "I never screwed you over DiNozzo. One day you will be able to get that through your thick skull," Ziva hissed. "I cannot believe I am stuck in an elevator, with you! Of all people!" she said in unconcealed disgust.
"It all goes back to you choosing to die with me," he said in a mumble that was barely audible.
"For the last time, DiNozzo, I did not choose to die with you. I have a responsibility to you as my partner, nothing more! So stop inflating your head with the notion that I, how did you put it? Chose to die with you," she said the last part with air quotations.
Tony cackled loudly in Ziva's ear. "You didn't? Because the way I remember it, McGee called your name four times, begging you to leave the building with him and yet here you are with me. I don't know about you," he spat. "But that sounds like a hell of a choice to me."
Just as she was about to respond her phone rang. She finally could receive calls. The caller id read Tim McGee. "Hello? I am fine, Tim. I am stuck in an elevator. No I am not by myself, unfortunately, I am with DiNozzo. Alright, I love you too," she said into the receiver and placed the phone back on her belt.
"Do you really?"
Ziva looked at him in a confused manner. "Do I really what, DiNozzo?"
"Love him," he said, gesturing at the phone. "Do you really love, McGee?"
She looked at him as though the answer were obvious. "He is my husband, DiNozzo," she replied.
"Yeah he's your husband, but do you love him? My parents were married for ten years and they hated each other's guts," Tony noted.
"DiNozzo, why does it matter to you now? You got screwed over because you put your heart into something that you knew was only an undercover mission and now there is no more us. You have already made your sleeping bag," she answered him.
He laughed at her idiomatic error. "Bed, Ziva, I have already made my bed," he corrected. "And what if I don't want to lay in it?" he said taking her hand.
She was almost hypnotized by his bluish-green eyes. "If you don't want to lie in the bed that you have already made…" she said, her face coming closer to his. "Find a new mattress," she said in an acidic tone.