He brushes his teeth. He watches her in the mirror. She notices his eyes are on her.
"Something on your mind?"
"I was just thinking."
"About?"
"The day we got married. Do you remember?"
"Most of that weekend is one I would like to forget."
"It was a magical weekend."
"I remember we got off at five, on a Thursday, and for some reason we had a four day weekend, so you insisted that we go to Vermont that weekend."
"I thought that I was going to die before I got there."
"You should have checked the weather before we left."
"I shouldn't have let you drive."
"But you did."
"I thought that we would end up in a tree before we ever made it to our cabin."
"The roads were so slick."
"By the time that we got there the only thing I wanted to do was sit on the couch, and never get into a car again."
"And drink."
"Yes, I don't think we would have ever gotten married, if I hadn't gotten you totally smashed."
"You did not get me totally smashed, that night."
"But the next morning, the roads were miraculously clear."
"And at some time Thursday night you proposed marriage."
"And you agreed. I never will understand why you agreed."
February 9th, 2006
She pours him another drink, into the dollar store cup, that he had found in the cabinet. He accepts it, and watches her as she slowly sips her.
"You are being awfully quiet."
"I am just enjoying the view."
"The view? What can you see? It's a blizzard out there," she turns and looks out the window.
He chuckles. She turns around, "I was talking about you," he clarifies.
"You are drunk."
"Maybe," he shrugs.
"I think that we should get you to bed."
"Ziva can I ask you something?"
"I suppose. I can rarely stop you from asking."
"Will you answer?"
"That, I cannot promise."
"Have you ever thought about getting married?"
"No. Why?"
"I was just curious. Wouldn't it be funny if we got married?"
"Funny? Why would we get married? I thought that this was just sex for you."
"And for you?'
"I am just having fun."
"So you have never thought about getting married?"
"Where is this coming from?"
"I have been thinking a lot, lately."
"You always think a lot."
"I've been thinking about marriage. I think that it is something that I would like to do before I die."
"How would you get married? If you are married you are not free to see other people."
"If I could find a woman to marry, who would agree to have an open marriage, who wouldn't care if occasionally I wanted to sleep with someone else, I would marry her, and I would never let her go."
"You want to be married? But still be free to date other women? What is the point of being married?"
"Knowing that no matter how your date went, or how crappy your day at work was, you always have someone at home, waiting for you. That you have someone to share your life with. Someone to wake up next to. Someone who will make you dinner, even if you don't deserve it. Someone who can put up with your irritating qualities."
"That does not sound so bad."
"We could keep our own places, that way when we needed space, we had somewhere to go."
"I think that you've had enough to drink."
"Would you get married, under those circumstances?"
"Are you asking?"
"Should I be?"
"That is up to you."
"Ziva would you marry me? I need someone who I can count on. Someone who can put me in my place, but who I am still crazy about."
"You are crazy about me? I thought you were just in it for the sex."
"Funny, I thought the same thing about you."
"How would it work, if we wanted to see other people?"
"Just ask," he replies.
"And if the other person does not agree? Does there have to be a justification?"
"The other one can only disagree if there is a good reason. It can't be just out of jealousy."
"I do not pick up dirty socks, that do not belong to me."
"Is that a yes?" he stares at her in confusion.
"I do not see why not. I think it could be fun."
"You think that it would be fun, because we are going to have to hide it from everyone. You like keeping secrets. It gives you a rush to nearly get caught."
"No one can know, not even your mother."
"Not a problem. Ziva, my mother is dead."
"Oh. We have to continue to act nothing has changed. We have to make everyone think that we are not together. The idea should not even enter their heads."
"Ok. What about a ring?"
"They will get us caught."
"Tattoos? Like the assassins had?"
"Not anywhere, anyone can see," she answers.
"It should be a symbol that only the two of us would understand."
"It should be in Hebrew."
"Why Hebrew?"
"Who do you know that speaks Hebrew?"
"You."
"And who can read Hebrew?"
"You," he repeats.
"Do you know anyone else who can read Hebrew?"
"No," he admits.
"What should it say?"
He replies without a second though, "Forever Loyal."
