" I will never figure out how you talked me and Tony into this," Ziva said as she tried to figure out what to wear to the dance.
" Your secret love for Tony of course." Sammie loved to tease Ziva about Tony.
" Will you shut up and help me pick something out?"
"Sure, Mrs. DiNozzo," Sammie said, promptly dodging the shoe Ziva then threw at her.
" Fine, I'll stop," said Sammie. She got up off the bed and began rummaging through Ziva's closet.
" Is this all you have? This stuff is crap! Let me get you one of my dresses," Sammie said, and then rushed to her bedroom and grabbed something from her overflowing closet.
"Here. Wear this," she said, tossing Ziva a pretty red dress. "Not too sleazy, but just enough to make heads turn. Especially Tony's."
"Why do you keep bugging me about Tony?"
" One, coz it's fun. Two, coz it proves how much you like him. If you didn't like him it wouldn't bother you so much."
"I don't like him. He's just my partner. That's all."
"Ziva and Tony, sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N... OWW! What was that?"
"A 'Gibbs slap'"
"You're a Mossad and the best you can do is a 'Gibbs slap'?"
"Be glad that was all it was. Are you gonna help me get ready or not?"