A/N: Hmm...this one just sorta came to me when I was thinking of my Fourth of July plans. And now I have that Katy Perry song stuck in my head. Great. Anyways, not really sure if there's any particular date and time you can expect me to post more drabbles. Inspiration just...appears, y'know? It'll probably be pretty random timing. But surprises are fun!

Disclaimer: I thought we went over this! NCIS is not mine...yet.

"Tony, what are these?" Ziva asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She picked up the various small packages on Tony's desk and squinted her eyes, attempting to get a closer look.

"These, Ziva, are fireworks," Tony said, adding emphasis to the last word.

"Oh…wait, I know what these are! They are those things that—umm—" Ziva began, snapping her fingers as she tried to remember exactly what fireworks were.

"C'mon, Ziva! Even people from the other side of the world should know what fireworks are," Tony said loudly.

"Well, believe it or not, my father did not often celebrate American holidays with us, especially ones involving…little exploding colors," Ziva said.

Tony couldn't help but smile at her description of fireworks.

"So…you've never seen a real fireworks show?" Tony said, mocking horror.

"Not a proper one, no."

"You could come with me to that empty lot behind my apartment building tonight," Tony said.

When Ziva raised an eyebrow, he quickly added, "And McGee and Abby, of course."

"I suppose," Ziva said slowly, as if she didn't already want to spend as much time with him as she could.

At that moment, Gibbs decided to march into the bullpen and interrupt their conversation.

"Don't you have work to do, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, not even pausing to look up at his team.

"Yes, boss, of course, boss," Tony said, rushing to get back to work. Ziva, too, sat back down at her desk. They were only working for a few minutes before Tony spoke up.

"So…nine o' clock? Tonight?" he asked.

Ziva chuckled. "Indeed, nine o' clock. Aren't you going to invite McGee and Abby, as well?"

Tony's smile fell ever so slightly.

"Right," he said, "them."

They worked in silence for another few minutes.

"Tony?" Ziva said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah?"

"I knew what fireworks were," Ziva said.

"Figured you did. Who doesn't? What, did you use them to kill people in Mossad?" Tony joked.

"They are very handy when it comes to temporarily blinding victims," Ziva said, with a smirk on her face. Tony looked up from his work, rather surprised.

"Seriously?" he said nervously.

She just smiled. "Nine o' clock tonight, yes?" she said, standing up and exiting the bullpen, leaving Tony in shock.