"I really don't know, Ziva." Tony carried a bowl of popcorn into the living room; he forgot what they'd been arguing about.

"What do you mean you don't know, DiNozzo?" Ziva carried out two glasses from the kitchen and she, also, forgot what they were arguing about. She just liked bantering with Tony.

"We just got back yesterday, look, it was a long flight and the both of us are exhausted. We can discuss this later. I promise."

"I am the one who moved to a different country! I believe I am entitled to an explanation."

"Okay, you wanted to leave Israel, sweety…"

"This is not about that!"

Ziva had no idea what it was about, honestly. All she remembers was getting Tali ready for bed and then Ziva telling Tony she was going to take a shower. After that, Tony had said something about eventually moving out, and

"Woman!" He covers his face trying not to show laughter. "Hey, so what were we fighting about?"

Smirking, she collapsed into the couch, "I have no idea. Thought you knew." Tony let out a relieved exhale and Ziva reaches for some popcorn, "what are we watching?"

"I was thinking Casablanca…"

"Is that just a little bit predictable? Us getting back from Paris…"

"Oh, that's exactly what this is." He turns on his DVD player, "What would you want to watch, Miss David?"

Ten minutes later they were watching a Chaplin movie of the 1940's, The Great Dictator. They laughed at the slap-stick comedy, except when it came to the legendary speech. Ziva sat-up, and listened to the beautiful words. His speech would leave a mark on her for the rest of her life: "Jew, Gentile - black man - white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness - not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the wayWe think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost..."

When the film had come to fruition, Tony noticed how deep in thought she appeared. He placed his hand on her shoulder, she turned to look at him. "Tony, do you remember what you told me in the olive grove? after burying my Will's?"

Tony closed his eyes in remembrance, "I asked you to come back with me."

She took a breath to prolong her composure, "Tony, you said that you would change with me". He changed to an interested state, Tony silently waited until she continued, "And…will you be willing to do that?"

"Okay, but…haven't I changed?" He worried if he wasn't enough for her. Was she not happy?

She took ahold of his hand, "You are fine, perfect, actually. I do not want to worry about your life being on the line and Tali needs a father..."

Ziva was referring to the apprehension she felt about Tony starting a new job. Vance had spoken to a few department heads per Tony's request, they also were authorities in the DOD. Acknowledging that Tony had to go back to work, she also knew what skills he possessed and that he would shape a career around said talents.

"That's not going to be a problem anymore." He wanted to be reassuring.

"There are so many what ifs. Are you sure it's going to be a regular job?"

"It's not field work. There won't be any dead bodies. There won't be any chasing bad guys. None of that. It's more of an inside job, alright?" He then put his hand under Ziva's chin, she smiles and gives him a quick peck on the lips. A peck? She did that intentionally, if she prolonged it then they'd be reaching a higher level than what they were prepared for. They were both consenting adults and (from previous experience) knowledgeable of each other's bodies, but that was three years ago. All he could notice was how much he loved her smile; this particular smile was faceted on her face by a woman who was so much more content than in the before.

"I have a few jobs in mind for myself…depending on which office they decide to place you….I guess this time I will be the one changing with you?"

Tony gestured to Ziva for her to come lean her head on him, "Well, Ziva, you have changed," she looks up at him with a certain look, "not you as in your identity or personality, although you are more nurturing, maternal; you definitely still have your ninja skills" he sees her relaxed, "you as in you have been able to break away from those burdens you held onto for so long. You can find peace. The woman I loved then is the same women I never stopped loving now."

Ziva smiled, stood up and took the bowl and empty glasses to the kitchen, when she came back she remembered, "I have found peace…I believe the fight was about moving."

"What fight?" Tony couldn't recollect any fight.

"Before the movie…we were arguing about something…I think it had to do with moving…"

"Huh, do you want to move?" He posed an honest question.

"That depends. Do you really see us living in a house and alternating turns dropping off and picking up Tali at school? We have lived lives that warned us against a family or anything domestic."

Ignoring the first part of the question, "she can take a bus, you are aware of that?"

"No. Tali hates buses! And I'm uneasy having my daughter stand at a bus stop in the cold!" She protests.

"Okay, it's settled, when our daughter reaches school age she will be chauffeured like a little princess." He stands up and heads to the bathroom to brush his teeth, Ziva follows.

"So, we all live together in this future you see?" Ziva says standing in the doorway.

"What do you call this? I'm not running a hotel here…so technically we are living together."

Ziva knew he did have a point. She thinks how this could be any different than having a real home.

"We could be under sniper watch right now and never suspect it…Everything is a risk. Do you agree, Tony?"

Throwing water on his face then standing straightening himself he asks, "Is that your way of saying you want to move or is that an early warning?"

She moves into his space behind him, places both hands on his back, this actually makes Tony a little nervous. She was still a dangerous woman, "Tony?" He turns his back to the mirror to face Ziva. This time, he was not prepared to how close she was to him. "Do you want to sleep with me?"

He did not expect to hear what he just thought he heard. Was he hearing her correctly? She had an eyebrow raised, what did this mean? He plays it cool, "You want some company?"

"Yes, actually. I would very much like that." By the tone of Ziva's speech, how innocent it sounded, he knew what sleep with me implied, it meant exactly that: Sleep. Just sleep.