The theater's doors opened, people started to file out in droves, scattering in all directions.

Tony and Ziva stepped out of the theater, she started to rub her arms..."It is a little chilly, yes?"

Tony quickly take off his jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders..."Wait, where's your..."...Tony turned, moving back into the theater.

Ziva turned, looking back, tugging at his jacket, trying to cover herself some more..."Tony?"...Her hands under his jacket, she pushes his jacket upwards, covering her mouth and nose, trying to keep her face warm.

A few minutes later, the doors opened, Tony walks out carrying Ziva's trench coat..."You forgot it."

"Toda."...She muttered through the material of his jacket, she lowered her hands, showing off her smile..."You smell good...what is it?"

Tony thought for a moment, before smiling..."Clowny cake. Heh."

She softly laughed..."Come here."...Tony took a step towards her, she looked up at him, he looked down at her, both of them smiling..."Well..."

"Well...what?"...He countered, still smiling.

"What are you waiting for?"...She tilted her head slightly, closing her eyes, he titled his head, presses his lips against hers. He hesitated at first, pulling back, but quickly moved back in, kissing her again.

A flash of light to their left makes Ziva open her eyes. Tony broke their kiss, turning towards a younger man with a camera..."Can I help you?"

"Nope, thanks."...The man smiled, walking away.

Ziva looked at the man, then to Tony, looking puzzled.

Tony shrugged..."Don't ask me."

Ziva licked her lips..."It was not the clowny cake."...She grinned.

"What w..."...Tony started to speak.

She grabs his tie, pulling him down to her, kissing him again, she slid her cheek against his, moving her nose to his neck, breathing in deeply..."Definitely not."...She uttered in a gasping manner.

"Heh. I know what it is."

"What?"...She replied, pulling her head back, looking up into his eyes.

"Fresh and clean as a whistle"...Tony whistled, speaking in an Irish accent..."Ah, do you like it, lass...my Irish Spring soap?"...He grinned.

She smiled, shaking her head..."No...that is not it."...She turns her head, laying her cheek against his chest.

"You okay, Ziva?"

She could feel, hear his heart beating through his chest, she softly sighed..."What time is our plane leaving?"

"12:45."...Tony lifted his arm, looking at his watch..."About 2 and half hours, just enough time for dinner."

Ziva pulled her head back..."Dinner?"

"A date has to have dinner, doesn't it?"...He smiled, he turned his head to right..."There's an Israeli restaurant just down the street...if that's kosher with you?"...He grinned.

Ziva chuckled, shaking her head..."That is so bad."

"Heh. Sorry."

Ziva smiled and nodded..."Yes."...She starts to take off his jacket.

"If you're warm, keep it on...I'm fine."...Tony said, laying her trench coat over his left shoulder.

Tony pointed to his right, Ziva took a step in that direction and he quickly followed. He moved to her side, pulling something out of his left jacket pocket..."Here, I got you something."...He said, holding out something to Ziva.

She stopped, looking down at his hand..."You got me a doll?"

"It's a plush toy, actually."...Tony replied, holding a 12 inch tall stuffed Ariel.

"What is the difference?"

"Uh, about 30 bucks."

She took it from him..."Why?"

Tony shrugs..."I just thought you'd like it."...Tony reaches for it..."I can take it back."

Ziva pulls it under the coat, pressing it against her stomach..."No, I will keep it."...Music starts to escape from the jacket. Ziva looked down, pushing the toy outward, the music got louder. She looked up at Tony.

"If you squeeze her tail, it plays Under the Sea."

Ziva laughs... "I love it, Tony."

"Good."...He held his hand outward, as to say, this way.

They started walking down the sidewalk..."You went a long way to get laid, Tony."...She chuckled.

Tony stopped..."I didn't do this to get laid. I did it, because I finally found something you loved...and as a thank you for helping me."...Tony exhaled deeply..."Hell, it's the truth and I don't even believe it."

Ziva turned, smiling..."What if..."...Taking a step towards him, pressing her body against his..."I wanted it, too? Hmm? That I was hungry for something other than food, yes?"...She smiled, seductively.

Tony's right hand rose to the left side of Ziva's face, gently caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. His fingers slid under her ear, grazing her earlobe, then descended slowly down her long, smooth neck. His fingers made their way to the nape of her neck.

Ziva closed her eyes as her head was forced backwards, his hand now in her hair. Tony lowered his lips to her, kissing her, she softly moaned into his mouth.

He pulled back..."I would...wait."

Ziva opened her eyes..."W-what?"...She uttered, in complete shock.

"Sometimes waiting makes it even more special."...Tony stepped back with his left foot, turning perpendicular to Ziva.

Ziva gasped..."What?"...Pushing it out like it was the last breath of air she had.

Tony turned back..."Oh, screw it!"...He quickly picks her up and kisses her.

Under the Sea starts to play, which makes Ziva giggle..."I believe we need a hotel, yes?"...She said, grinning.

"How does the Waldorf-Astoria sound?"...He said with a smile.


Ziva stood stunned, standing in the grand lobby of the Waldorf-Astoria hotel..."I thought you were kidding, Tony."

He held out his hand to her..."Coming from money sometimes has it's advantages, Zee-vah."

She placed her hand in his..."Well. Heh. It does when my father isn't in town."

She cocked her head..."Wait, what does your father have to do with this?"

"He owns a suite here."...He said, moving towards the front desk, pulling her with him..."Hey, is Stefan working tonight?"

"Yes, Sir."...A well dressed woman said, standing behind the front desk.

"Can you tell him, Anthony DiNozzo II, is here and well, he'll know."

The woman picks up a phone and dials.

"Stefan?"...Ziva wondered.

"The concierge here, Ziva."

"Oh...of course, I should have know. You, a man who lives in an apartment the size of Gibbs' basement knows the concierge at the Waldorf-Astoria. Yes, that makes perfect sense."...She smirked.

"Hey, don't make fun of my apartment, it's the perfect bachelor pad. It has big TV, leather couch and recliner and a comfy bed. That's all you need."

"Yes, if you want to be a bachelor forever."

"Is that offer to move in with you?"...He flashed her a grin.

"Nooooooo, no, no, no."...She laughed..."I need my space, you have more clothes than me!"

"Heh."

The woman hangs up the phone..."He'll see you, Sir...room 103. Let me show you the way."...She started to step away from the desk.

"I know where it is, thanks."...Tony turned to Ziva, placing his hands on her face, he quickly kisses her..."Wait here and I'll be right back, okay?"

Ziva nodded as Tony walked away, leaving her alone. She looked up and slowly started to spin around in a circle..."Am I dreaming?"

"Ah, Miss Benoit, welcome back to the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel."...The woman behind the desk spoke.

Ziva stopped in her tracks, she turned seeing Jeanne standing looking at her..."Bonjour, Mlle David."

"What are you doing here?"...Ziva asked, music started to blare from Ariel as she clenched her fist tighter around her.

Jeanne stepped towards her, leaning into her..."If I can't have him...neither can you."

Ziva released Ariel with her hand, moving it to her waist, but stopped, remembering she didn't have her knife with her.

The music continued as Jeanne turned away from her, but quickly turned back..."Oh, I almost forgot, you're in violation of the restraining order...I'm sure someone would want to see these papers, don't you?"...Jeanne spoke, lifting a set of documents from her purse.

"What do you want from me?"

"You out of his life."

"That is not going to happen...he is my partner."

"Partner? You still haven't told him? Slept with him?"...Jeanne shook her head in disgust, seeing Ziva's facial expression..."And he left me...for you?"

"Are you that dense? He could not be with you...it was a lie!"...Ziva started babbling in Hebrew under her breath.

Jeanne lifted her hand, moving her fingers up and down along the lapel of Tony's jacket..."I don't want him back. I want him to suffer like I did."

Ziva sighed..."For a doctor, you are not very smart."

Jeanne moved her hand to Ziva's face, placing her palm on her cheek..."Just try me and I will make HIS, not your life..."...She smiled..."Miserable."

Jeanne leans into Ziva's ear and whispers something. She pulls back, Ziva now had a disturbed look on her face. Jeanne lightly smacks Ziva on the face..."I'll give you 5 minutes to leave the hotel before I call for security."...She turned away from Ziva.

Ziva stood there shaking, it was taking every ounce of strength in Ziva's being not for her to kill her, right then and there.

"Au revoir, Ziva."


Tony knocked on the door of room 103, a balding older white male opened the door..."I have not seen you in 10 years."...Stefan spoke in a light French accent..."Come in, come in...let us catch up."

"I can't, I mean, I only have."...Tony looked at his watch..."Like an hour and half...is there anyway you can allow me to get into my father's penthouse, you know, for old time sake?"

"Ahh, Anthony...she must be special, trying to impress her, eh?"

"She is."...Tony slightly lowered his head, smiling.

"What is that look? I have never seen it before from you."...Stefan was genuinely stunned, he extended his hand outward, patting Tony on the shoulder..."I will call the front desk and have them give you a key."

"Thanks, Stefan...I'd hug you, but, you know."

Stefan chuckled..."Go, go...have fun."

Tony turned taking a step, but stopped turning back..."Do you have condoms?"

Stefan laughed fully.

"Honestly, I'll give you my car for a box of condoms right now."

Stefan continued to laugh.

"Heh."


Tony walked back into the lobby, he looked at Ziva and smiled..."They're making me a key now."

Ziva lowered her head..."I have changed my mind, Tony."

"What? Why?"

"Please take me to the airport."

Tony moved his hand under Ziva's chin, lifting her head..."What's wrong?"

Ziva quickly spun on her toes and started towards the front doors..."Ziva! Wait!"...Tony ran after her, he grabs her arm, turning her back towards him..."Talk to me, what did I do?"

Ziva was on the verge crying, she turned again, dropping a now crunched-up Ariel on the ground as she swiftly moved out of the hotel.

"Wait!"...Tony moved to the toy, picking it up, he runs towards the doors, but sees her getting in a taxi.

"ZIVA!"...He yelled, running into the middle of the road, but he was too late and like some sort of message from the Gods, the skies opens up. Tony looked up into the torrential rainfall..."Are you freakin' kidding me?!"


Tony made his way onto the plane, walking down the aisle, completely soaked. Ziva's head was against window. He sat down next to her, setting her trench coat in the seat between them.

"Here."...He said, holding out Ariel to her..."I fixed her."

Ziva reaches out for it, Tony grabs her hand..."Please talk to me."

Ziva takes Ariel from Tony and holds her against her chest, garbled music starts to come out, she closes her eyes and presses her face back against the window, crying.

Tony moves to the middle seat, putting his hand on her back, softly rubbing up and down..."I'm sorry."