Ziva sat the food on the small table and sat down in one of the chairs. Tony joined her and they began to eat the Chinese food in silence. She stared at him as he stared down at his food, a look of worry in his green eyes.

"Are you okay?" She asked softly.

Tony looked at her and gave a soft smile, "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

Silence again. Ziva ate a few bites, watching her partner carefully. He still looked very tired, the circles under his eyes not getting any lighter. She knew he was restless and worried, and wished there was something she could do about it. "So Andy is with David?"

Tony shot her a look and then shrugged a shoulder, "Yeah."

Ziva sighed, sat back in her chair and crossed her arms, "Tony, what are you going to do?"

He looked at her again, stood from the table and walked to the small counter to put more ice in his cup, "What am I going to do about what, Ziva?"

She didn't answer until he got back to the table, "Andrew."

"What do you mean what am I going to do?" He stopped eating completely and waited for her response.

She sighed, "If David keeps on insisting that Andy is his son, what are you going to do about it?"

"I'll fight him." Tony said, his voice rising. Ziva looked up at him, "What? What is that look? You don't think I should? You don't think he's worth it?"

"I did not say that, Tony." Ziva said calmly.

"Put yourself in my shoes, Ziva. If you had an ex-boyfriend that called you up out of the blue and announced that you had a son, what would you do?"

Ziva was trying to keep her cool, since she really didn't understand what she said to make him so mad. And she knew that if she yelled back at him, it would only make the situation worse, and she might've had to break a bone or two. She put both hands up for him to stop, "Tony I did not…"

He let out a harsh sigh and interrupted her, "I've had enough of opinions." She glared at him and then stood to leave his room.

"I will leave you alone."

After the door shut, Tony scoffed and went back to his bed, turning the TV up a little louder. He watched half of an episode of 'I Love Lucy' before flipping it and the lamp off, in hope to get some sleep.

It was only 10:30 in Arizona, but Ziva laid down in her hotel bed, blaming her tired state on the time change. She was almost asleep when there was a knock at her door. She almost decided to ignore it, but stood anyway and walked over to the door.

Tony DiNozzo stood before her in a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. "I got a movie for us to watch." He said softly.

She crossed her arms and leaned on the door frame, "I was almost asleep." She replied.

He held up a DVD case from a rental store, "I got Wall Street. It's good, about the only good one in that video store. Michael Douglas and Charlie Sheen are in it." She raised an eyebrow, "Don't worry, he wasn't as crazy in 1987 as he is now." She only continued to stare. Tony felt his mouth fall open a little, "You do know who Charlie Sheen is, right?"

She shrugged a shoulder, "Obviously a crazy person."

"What about Martin? Emilio? Renee?"

Ziva raised both eyebrows, "You are speaking in a language that I do not understand." She moved out of the doorway for him to walk in.

"That's a first." He said, a small chuckle in his voice. Ziva walked over to the bed and sat the pillows up on the headboard and then lay down on her back, crossing her legs in front of her. After Tony put the DVD in the player, he joined her, mocking her position.

The pair didn't say a word to each other for an hour into the movie. They had somehow moved closer to each other, now sitting shoulder to shoulder on the small bed. The TV was the only light in the room.

Tony looked down at Ziva, and she looked up at him, a small smile on the corner of her mouth, "Something big is about to happen."

Tony scrunched his eyebrows together and looked at the TV just to make sure he was watching the same movie she was, "Like what?"

"You always look at me when something big happens in a movie."

Tony smiled, "I like to see how you react to certain parts."

Ziva glanced at him again, "That is how I know something big is about to happen."

He chuckled and shook his head, "Nothing is about to happen."

She looked up at him and turned her head, "Then why were you looking at me?"

Tony sighed, and reached her hand that was in between them, interlacing her fingers with his. He looked down at her as he whispered. "I'm sorry about earlier." Ziva looked down at her hand to make sure that he had actually grabbed it and that she wasn't dreaming, and then looked back up at him. "I'm just tired and worried. I didn't mean to take it out on you. I'm really glad you're here."

Ziva felt as if she needed to pinch herself with her free hand, "It is okay." She whispered back to him, as if they weren't the only two people in the room. "I know that you have a lot on your mind."

He felt brave at that moment, and used his right hand to cup her face, "Yes I do." He moved his face closer to hers, "But that is no reason to yell at you."

He half expected her to flip on him and pull out a gun from somewhere in her pajama's, but she didn't move as he closed the small gap between their lips. He let his lips linger on hers for only a few seconds before backing up.

He moved his hand from her face, but kept holding the other one and returned his attention back to the movie. Ziva finally tore her stare away from him and put it back on the TV.

But she wasn't paying attention, as there was only one thing on her mind.

Did that really just happen?