Hello! Thank you all for your wonderful comments on my recent marriage! I've returned with a better understanding of English. I've been doing my studying! I can now write the whole story without the use of a translator! I apologize for not updating earlier. I got caught up in watching old baby videos and looking at pictures.

Oh! To answer earanemith's questions, my wedding was wonderful! I was married by the ocean. Very cheesy, I know! We visited my home country and Paris for our honeymoon. It was very wonderful to see my country again. Paris was absolutely beautiful. My wedding dress was kind of like a sea foam green. It was wonderful!


"Damnit, Tony! Get in the car!" Ziva shouted from her seat inside the NCIS charger.

"I want to sit on that side!" came Tony's immature reply.

"Stop being childish and get your ass in the car, DiNozzo," Gibbs said, appearing from the high school.

Mumbling under his breath, Tony reluctantly got into the left side of the car.

When trying to get their seatbelts fastened, Tony and Ziva seemed to have gotten their arms tangled in the straps.

"How in the hell did you manage that, Tony?" Ziva cried, frustrated at the situation.

"The same way you did, Zee-vah!" Tony yelled.

Not wanting to listen to their bickering any longer, Gibbs turned up his radio and listened to some random music on the way to NCIS.


The two conjoined agents sat upon Ducky's examining table. Ducky was currently on the telephone, talking to a man about a solvent to remove the industrial adhesive from the pouting agents. When the medical examiner hung up, he turned around to look at the crowd of people that had formed in the autopsy room.

"I'm afraid they won't be getting a solvent delivered for two weeks."

McGee and Abby suddenly burst out laughing, clutching each other as their laughing made them double over.

"Oh man! You guys have to stay stuck together for two weeks!" Abby cried, laughing as she did so.

"They have to spend 336 hours in each other's presence!" McGee added. He was laughing as much as Abby.

At the horrified look on Tony and Ziva's faces, Gibbs and Ducky even gave an amused smirk.

"What are we supposed to do? Live with each other?" Ziva questioned.

"How are we going to sleep?" Tony asked, fear expressed on his face.

The two made a disgusted noise, shivering at the thought of sleeping in the same bed for two weeks.

"Oh come on, guys! What about Paris, huh? You two shared a bed then!" Abby announced, earning a glare from Ziva.

"Abby! Shush!" the Israeli shouted.

"I'm sure you two will be fine. Just remember Rule 12," Gibbs said, patting Ziva on the back as she and her partner hopped down from the examination table.

"C'mon. I'll take you home. Which apartment are you guys going to?" Gibbs asked, immediately regretting it as another argument ignited as they walked out of the building, hand in hand.


Gibbs had ended up taking the two to Ziva's apartment, knowing that the Israeli would feel more comfortable in her own home. When he walked out the door, the two agents began to assess their situation.

"We are going to be fine with sleeping in the same bed, yes?" Ziva asked to her partner.

"We don't really have a choice, do we?" Tony replied.

As they were approaching Ziva's bedroom, a thought struck Tony.

"How are we going to get dressed?"

Ziva stopped what she was doing and thought as well.

"How are we going to shower? I can easily wear a strapless dress or shirt. What about you?"

"I could just go topless. As for the shower situation, one of us could shower and the other could stand outside the curtain. We could rotate," the man answered, a smile on his face as he solved their problem.

"Wouldn't that be awkward?" Ziva asked. She felt a little uncomfortable with the thought of Tony standing outside her shower curtain while she bathed.

"Not unless we make it that way."

"Well then. Now that everything is settled, we should be getting to bed," Ziva said with a yawn.

"Yeah, it's been a long, hard day," Tony agreed.

The two conjoined agents made their way to Ziva's bedroom.

"Wait, what about our clothes now? How do we get them off?" the Senior Field Agent asked.

"Let's worry about that tomorrow. I am exhausted," his partner replied, her voice expressing her exhaustion.

They crawled in Ziva's neatly made bed and snuggled under the covers. Tony took the time to do the right thing.

"I'm sorry that I got us into this mess. I was being immature," he apologized.

"You were just being you, Tony. You would not be Anthony DiNozzo if you were not childish from time to time," the Israeli replied, her tone light and teasing.

"True, but I shouldn't have dragged you into this."

"If not me, then who? McGee?"

"Oh God, no! Having McGeek attached to my hand would be almost as bad as Gibbs! I'd have nightmares."

"I cannot even begin to imagine what Gibbs would have done to you," Ziva acknowledged, chuckling.

"I wouldn't be alive right now."

"You can say that again."

The two agents lapsed into a silence. All that could be heard was the crickets outside. The moonlight shown across the bed, illuminating their faces.

"Sleeping is going to be difficult, you know?" Ziva pointed out.

"I know."


I hope you liked it! It's 11:04 here! I'm very tired. The next chapter should be up tomorrow or Monday afternoon, depending on how much work I have to complete! Please review! Have a wonderful night!

-Aviva