A quiet moment in the flurry of activity after the farmhouse blew up found Tony and Ziva in the breakroom and remarkably alone for the first time all day. He took a sip of coffee and smirked at her. "Finest Israeli cotton sheets, huh? I'd like to know what those feel like."
Ziva breathed in the aroma from her cup and eyed him over the top, her gaze playful. "Maybe. Someday." Then she set her drink down and stared at him with one eyebrow arched. "What was that earlier about topless women?"
Tony chuckled. "Just for show Zi, that's what people expect from me. Of course," he said thoughtfully, "if you were in a bikini, I might do the fanning."
She looked interested. "I will keep that in mind."
"Seriously though, would you really want to retire there?"
Ziva pondered the question. "I think I would like to retire with a simpler life than the one I lead now. And maybe one horse."
Tony was grinning. "Some big old ranch house with the den converted into my very own home theater, a gourmet kitchen for you and a workout space to share?"
Her eyes widened. "What are you suggesting?"
He shrugged. "Just something to think about. Got twenty years before retirement is on our radars."
Ziva nodded slowly. "Perhaps. But time is not a thing to waste."
"No," Tony agreed, "it's not."
NCIS
Their earlier conversation had been closed for quite some time when the late night found Tony and Ziva talking about weddings. At first they made a mockery of it, trying to convince themselves that they weren't disappointed to be missing Jimmy's. Both had been looking forward to the event, especially now with their change in relationship status. Somewhere in the back of Tony's mind he'd been picturing soft music playing and a good reason to hold Ziva in his arms and dance her slowly around the room.
But even after everything there wasn't to like about weddings, Tony couldn't help but appreciate some of the traditions. "The vows."
Ziva nodded. "Hmm. The ring." She looked at him with raised eyebrows and he smiled a little.
"The kiss."
She chuckled wistfully. "The ketubah."
Tony didn't let on that he'd done some research about Jewish weddings and knew what she was talking about. "I don't even know what I'd do if I had to deal with all that."
Ziva thought for a moment and refused to look at him. "Elope?" Then she couldn't help herself. Tony's expression was full of interest that she'd suggested such a thing, and Ziva couldn't help but feel pleased. Perhaps they'd reached an agreement.
NCIS
The next morning found them checking rooms in the last hall and ordering people to get out of the building. They came to the end and he looked around. "Alright, that's everyone. You go Ziva."
She grabbed his arm. "No, I am not going without you!" Dragging him to the elevator she pushed the button and they got inside.
They were on their way down when the explosion hit. The elevator shook and Ziva fell into Tony. His arm instinctively came around her back and they fell together, Tony's head striking the door as their hands joined and plaster and ceiling tiles rained down on them. Then the lights went out and a deafening silence hung over NCIS.