A/N: Thanks for all the reviews! It's nice to know that there is a lot of people willing to help me. Also, I should mention that I do not own NCIS or any of its respective characters. I also do not own the coke brand or any part of its franchise. I am not profiting from this.

*Tony pulling on the diner's door handle*

Tony rang the doorbell and waited for Ziva to come out. He saw Ziva step out and instantly felt underdressed. Ziva was in his and possibly her favorite dress. It was a slim blue one with a conservative cleavage line. The dress came down fairly far; she definitely didn't want him getting any ideas. He might as well be having them anyways.

Ziva put her fingers under his chin and gently shut his slightly gaping jaw.

"Hello, Tony." She said with a sly smile, leading the way to the stairs.

They left in her car, but Tony insisted he drives. The car ride was mostly talk of the case and the day, nothing else was said. They walked out into the winter cold and headed to the door of a small diner.

"Sure is chilly, Zeevah. No coat?" Tony asked with a smile, opening the door for her.

"I have lived in the northern part of Russia, Tony. I do not get cold," She said, brushing her hand across his chest as she went towards the door.

"Allow me," Tony said, grabbing the door handle and getting a I'm-not-a-child look from Ziva.

Tony struggled until he eventually got it open.

"Heavy, yes?" Ziva asked as she walked past Tony, who was trying hard not to let the door slam shut on both of them.

"Very, it's some kind of metal," He replied, letting it go once she was in.

"Italian." She stated, as she sat down at a booth.

"Yeah, my buddy Dante owns this place, we were both in the same fraternity," Tony said with a smile, "Hey, Dante!"

"Ah, Tony!" Dante said with a particularly thick Italian accent, "What can I do for you?"

"I'll have the chicken parmesan," Tony said with a big grin.

"And for the lady?" Dante asked looking up at Ziva. He was actually quite handsome, about Tony's age with a moustache and black trimmed hair.

"The special," She said, glancing at the menu.

"I can start on those right away, what about drinks?" Dante asked

"Diet coke," Tony said, handing the menu back to Dante.

"A glass of wine," Ziva replied, also handing him her menu.

"Prego, just a minute," He said to Ziva, then turned to whisper in Tony's ear.

"I have a date tonight, Tony. I'll be leaving at 7:00. I trust that you can lock up the place when you leave?" He asked

"Sure, Dante,"

Dante left and went into the kitchen.

"Where is the cook?" Ziva asked.

"Dante is the cook. He just lost his old waiter and hasn't replaced him yet," Tony replied, "But about this movie."

"I do not want any boilers," She said as she put a napkin in her lap.

"Boilers, what? Oh, spoilers," Tony said in his temporary confusion.

"Yes, no spoilers," She said, rolling her eyes at his stupidity.

"Yeah, that English thing is hard. Maybe you need to take lessons." Tony laughed.

"My English is fine, it is your silly sayings that are not," Ziva said, also laughing.

"I never really thought about it until you got here," Tony said, thoughtfully.

"I do not believe you thought about very much," Ziva said, now content with her napkin's placement and looking up, "Until I got here."

"Yeah… well it was different then." Tony said with eyes full of memories.

"Did you like her, Tony?" Ziva asked, leaning closer.

"Her?" Tony asked quizzically.

"Agent Caitlin Todd, yes?" Ziva said in a lower voice.

"Here you go!" Dante said, squeezing their food and drinks onto the table, "I have to leave, so if you could pay now…"

"Oh, yeah." Tony said. Tony reached into his wallet and pulled out some dollar bills. He handed it to Dante and watched as Dante ran around to the cash register and placed the money in. Dante locked the register and shut off everything in the kitchen. He made one sweep of the place before leaving and telling Tony where the keys go.

"He is okay with this?" Ziva asked.

"Yeah, we're buds." Tony said as he starting cutting his chicken, "Anyways, Kate. We were friends, but… not really, I mean she was pretty good looking, but no."

"So," Ziva started, leaning back in her chair, "If you did not like Agent Todd, did you feel any different about me?"

Tony set his knife down, surprised by the question. He looked up at her to see if she was joking, but was met by eyes of complete seriousness.

"Truthfully?" Tony inquired.

"Oh. Yes." Ziva said, with yet another sly smile.

"I think that you're…" Tony said, dropping off when a crash came from above and the power cut. Ziva was on her feet, she pushed Tony down and checked to see if anyone was around. There was nobody in the diner. Tony was scared out of his wits, but quickly regained his sense and looked outside.

"Telephone pole just fell on the roof, the snow, ice and wind must have been too much. We probably should leave before it gets bad." He said, staring out the window.

"Okay, Tony." Ziva said. Tony pushed on the door, but was met with complete resistance. The world outside was only visible for about 10 yards before the white of swirling snow obscured vision. He pulled and pulled with no luck.

"The door is frozen shut, Tony." Ziva said solemnly.

"Damn it. No, no, no… I really want to see this movie," Tony yells as he pulls at the doors in vain

*Tony pulling on the diner's door handle*