It was one of those rare weekends. Friday and Monday were holidays, so it would be 4 days of peace. Gibbs was spending the weekend alone in his basement, finishing up a boat. McGee was out of town with Abby, visiting his sister. So that left Tony and Ziva. Neither had any plans.
He had made a list of movies that she had to watch with him. It was an extensive, maybe about 30 flicks. They'd never had time to watch any of them, because they hadn't had a long weekend for about 3 years. So now was their chance.
He'd never really asked properly to hang out, they just clicked, the unspoken message of We're spending the weekend together going to both their heads. Tony had gone to his apartment on Thursday after work and changed into an old blue t shirt and faded jeans. He packed a bag for about 3 nights worth of stuff, and headed to her home. He walked up the steps to her porch, nervous. Why are you even nervous? It's only Ziva. Only Ziva.
Tony knocked on the door, and she opened it up. She was dressed in a pair of black yoga shorts and a slouchy grey tee. She had taken her hair out her high ponytail from work, and it tumbled down her back in curls. She still had on her eye makeup, and she was barefoot. Yet still Tony thought she looked beautiful.
"Hey, Zee." He took his shoes off and walked into her living room. A pizza and two beers sat on her coffee table.
"So, what are we watching?" she asked him, sitting down on the floor next to a hamper of laundry which she had been folding.
"We've got a lineup of movies. We're starting with Cameron Diaz stuff." He walked over to the DVD player and pulled a movie out of his duffel bag, popping the disc in. He then walked back over to her and sat on the couch.
Ziva put a slice of pizza on her plate, and one on his. As What to Expect When You're Expecting started playing on her television, she started folding the laundry again.
They watched the movie together, Tony sometimes interjecting with comments like "Oh that's not good," or "Brooklyn Decker is hot." She wasn't really paying attention to it, too engaged in folding the laundry. He started laughing really loudly at one part, and she looked up. Having absolutely no idea what just happened, she chuckled lightly.
"Wait, what was her name again?"
Tony looked up at her. "Zee, you're not even paying attention, are you?"
She shook her head and folded a pair of skinny jeans.
"Come on Sweetcheeks, take a break. Watch the movie."
She smiled at him, then replied, "The laundry is not going to fold itself, Tony."
He knew that she loved to fold laundry. It was relaxing for her, and one of the few chores that she didn't mind to do. He paused for a second, then got down on the floor with her. He took a blue shirt out of the basket and began folding the sleeves under it. She looked at him and smiled. He met her eyes and they stared at each other for a second. Then Ziva looked up at the TV screen.
"Wait, I know this. Jules, right?"
He smiled and they continued to watch movies and fold laundry until midnight. Eventually the laundry hamper was empty and the clothes were stacked in neat piles on the floor. Ziva collapsed on the couch, exhausted and started to doze off. He turned off the television and went over to her cabinet, taking out a pillow and a blanket. Lifting up her head, he put the cushion under her. Sitting down, he put his head on the pillow next to hers and pulled the blanket around their bodies. Leaning over to the side table, he turned out the lamp. "Night Zee."
"Night, Tony."