I know these chapters are short, but they will pick up length as soon as I start getting reviews. :) Also, this is my first fanfic, so constructive criticism would be awesome!I promise I won't take too much offense to it. 3

Regardless of Ziva's outburst, Tony headed straight for the bar to meet some girls, and maybe have a few drinks himself. He mingled there for over an hour, and hardly saw anybody who caught his eye. Drink after drink, he lost hope of finding a partner for the night, and decided to head home. As he walked out to his car, he tripped and stumbled, and came to the conclusion that he was too drunk to drive home.

"Who to call, who to call." He racked his brain for an answer, but he didn't like the response his brain told him. Abby was probably still in her lab, getting some work done, McGee was probably at home playing his computer games (and he wouldn't come to get him, anyway). If he had called Gibbs, he'd never hear the end of it, and probably get a few head-slaps in the process. Logically, the only person he could call right now was Ziva, but she would probably lecture him. With no other option, he took out his phone, and dialed Ziva's cell phone. It rang twice before she picked up.

"Tony? What do you want? It is two in the morning." Her voice sounded groggy, like he just woke her up.

"Did I wake you up? Listen, I need a favor…" He started. But before he could finish, she cut him off.

"Let me guess. You are too drunk to drive home, and you need someone to come and get you. Am I right?"

"Ye.. yeah. You're right. How did you know?"

"This is not the first time you have pulled this on me. Just tell me where you are, and I will be there shortly."

Tony wasn't happy with his decision to call her, but at least he'd get home without a DUI. And the bright side of this situation? He was too drunk to notice Ziva's driving tonight.