The next morning Ziva awoke suddenly when she felt something hit her foot. She lifted her head from Tony chest and looked down just as another wave brushed over her feet.

"Tony," Ziva said, gently shaking his chest. "Tony wake up, we are about to be washed away."

"I'll go anywhere as long as I get to be with you," he mumbled, still half asleep.

"That's cute, Tony, but seriously it is time to get up." She shook him one more time before he finally opened his eyes and looked at her.

"You have sand in your hair," he laughed, pushing some off of her face.

"As do you," she smiled and ran her hand across his hairy chest. He leaned forward slightly and pressed his lips to hers as he rolled on top of her and tangled his hands in her messy hair.

"As much as I would love morning sex on the beach with you, Tony, it is time to go. Also we are going to be very wet in a minute."

"You bet we are," he whispered in her ear with a slight chuckle.

"You know what I mean." She couldn't help but smile as she pushed him off of her and reached for one of the beach towels she had brought down the night before. She threw one at Tony, who was lying on his back again letting the cold water wash around his knees.

"Hey," he yelled when the towel landed on his face.

"There are people coming, Tony," Ziva called back to him as she walked away.

"Where?" he gasped, jumping up and wrapping the towel around his waist. He looked around and, seeing no one on the beach, turned and grabbed his discarded clothing before running after Ziva.

"There was nobody near us," he said when he caught up to her on the stairs.

"I know," she smiled over her shoulder at him before pushing open the door. McGee looked up from his breakfast on the couch as they walked in.

"I know I'm going to regret asking this, but how was your night?"

"It was good," Ziva nodded.

"It was more then good if you ask me," Tony said, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing the side of her head.

"I'm going to take a shower," she whispered to Tony. "Alone," she added when Tony tried to follow her.

"I was just going to change," he complained.

"Sure you were," she smirked as she scampered up the stairs. Tony walked up after her and returned a few minutes later in his clothes from the day before. He sat down the arm chair across from the couch.

"So…" McGee said when he returned, drawing out the 'o' in an awkward manner.

"What McSnoopy?"

"Keeping it PG, what happened last night?"

"She told me she loves me," Tony answered simply with a small shrug.

"Really?" McGee asked, suddenly very interested. "Did you… say it back?"

"Of course. Do you think I would be talking to you if I didn't."

"Good point." McGee gave a small nod of understanding before tuning back to his breakfast, probing no farther.

"So how was your night?" Tony asked when McGee placed his empty plate on the coffee table.

"Well it started with me thinking I was walking into a normal bar and ended with this," he pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and tossed it onto the table. Tony picked it up and uncrumpled the napkin so he could read what was written on it.

"Hey, you got a number. Good job, McGee. So tell me," Tony leaned forward, "was she cute?"

"It wasn't a she. The taxi driver brought me to a gay bar." Tony burst out laughing, doubling over and clutching his stomach.

"And you stayed?" Tony asked when he finally caught his breath.

"No, I walked in, realized where I was and turned to leave when some guy came up to me. He just smiled and slipped that into my shirt pocket before walking away again."

"How did you end up there anyway?"

"I told the cabbie to take me to the happening place."

"And he automatically brought you to a gay bar," Tony laughed.

"I don't see why that's so funny, DiNozzo."

"Tony, be nice." They both turned as Ziva walked down the stairs.

"Did you steal my shirt?" Tony asked, indicating the Ohio State shirt that hung loosely on her slender frame.

"Yup," she answered simply as she fell down onto Tony's lap, her legs hanging over the side.

"Can I help you?" Tony asked, his arms in suspended in the air like wings.

"McGee is taking up the couch, and you are very comfy." She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his. She began twisting and raking her fingers trough the short hairs at the base of his neck as the men continued their earlier conversation.

"So what did you do after you left the first bar?" Tony asked, lowering his arms and turning back to McGee.

"I went to the bar Ziva was at, Puzzles. I must have gotten there right after you left." McGee looked down suddenly when his phone vibrated. "Belle's here, time to go make friends, Ziva."

"Ugh, can we not just make friends when we're drunk?"

"And how do you fathom doing that?" McGee asked, skeptically.

"Say, you look lonely mind if I join you. It is not that hard to get someone who's in a bar to talk to you."

"Maybe for you it's not," Tony scoffed.

"What is really hard is getting them to not talk to you. Unless of course they are cowards like the guy I met last night. Did I tell you that his name was Tony?"

"Really?" asked McGee.

"Yeah, same as my brother," she said, winking at her Tony.

"Anyway, so what's our plan of attack for tonight?" Tony asked, his tone slightly annoyed.

"I befriend Belle," Ziva started.

"I try to pick her up with you as my wing man," McGee added. "I also accidentally happen to mention that I am a Marine."

"I hit him down-"

"Shoot," Tony corrected. Ziva lightly smacked the back of his head before continuing.

"I shoot him down, thereby opening him up to Belle and me to Tony. He uses one of his lame pick up lines-"

"Hey!"

"Stop interrupting, Tony. Anyway, we head out and set up in Belle's condo, which means that you have to keep her there for at least twenty minutes."

"How do you suggest I do that?" McGee asked.

"You're trying to hook up with her, McVirgin, get creative."

"I know, DiNozzo, but most of the time when you hook up with someone you want to get out of there as fast as possible."

"I don't know, distract her somehow."

"There was a pool table there," Ziva pointed out.

"Where? I didn't see a pool table."

"I didn't either, but I could hear it."

"I could barely hear myself think in there. How did you hear people playing pool?"

"When I do not want to think about what I am are actually doing, I latch onto the smallest noise I can hear and figure out what it is."

"How long were you kissing this guy for?" Tony asked.

"Just a few seconds," Ziva answered, sounding very guilty. "And didn't you say you had met my future sister-in-law. How did it go with her?"

"Too much tongue." Ziva slapped him again as he began to laugh uncontrollably. "In my defense she kissed me, and I was thinking about you the whole time."

"I'm sure. What was I wearing?"

"Ah, the same expression as last night."

"Oh, really, Tony? You had to put that picture in my head?" McGee covered his eyes with his hand his shook his head. When neither one of them responded he looked up again.

"Hey!" he yelled, causing the other two to break apart and look at him.

"What?" Tony asked.

"Save it for tonight."

"We were just practicing," Tony laughed, kissing Ziva's cheek.

"He is telling the truth, McGee. He does need quite a bit of practice."

"What do you mean?" Tony asked, sounding offended.

"You could use a little help in the kissing department."

"What's wrong with it?"

"To much tongue." She tried to hold a straight face as she gauged his reaction, but gave up almost immediately as Tony made a face like he was going to cry. McGee joined her, doubling over in laughter as Tony held the look a punished child.

"Relax, Tony, I was just kidding," Ziva reassured after a while, patting Tony shoulder.

"I don't believe you," he pouted.

"Well I will just have to make you then." She gently moved his face towards him and kissed him. Gently at first but it quickly escalated.

"I'll be on the beach if you need me," McGee said, though he doubted either one of them heard him. When the back door closed Tony picked Ziva up, one arm under her legs the other under her back, and carried her to the couch. He laid her down on it and then lowered himself down on top of her without breaking the contact between their lips.

"I love you," she muttered against his lips. He pulled back for the first time and gazed at her.

"Not quite sure how I feel right now," he said, a smiled painted on his face. Ziva slapped his chest and he let out a small laugh before pressing his mouth to hers again.

"I love you too, Ziva," he whispered.