Tony hoisted his bag higher on his shoulder as it slipped down from its weight. He glanced at Ziva. "I hate Memphis."
She had the audacity to look amused. "I thought you wanted to go to that church."
"Church?"
"Grace Land."
His eyebrows raised in amusement. "It's one word, Ziva. Graceland. And it's the home of Elvis Presley. Do they not teach you anything in Mossad?"
She narrowed her eyes slightly as they approached the rental counter. "I know who Elvis is, Tony. I just do not memorize the names of their homes like some."
Tony chose to ignore her as he addressed the woman behind the counter. "Hi. We are picking up a car. Should be under DiNozzo, Anthony."
Ziva pushed her way beside him. "It might be under mine," she said, helpfully.
"Here it is," the woman said cheerful enough. "Can I see your license and insurance card, Mr. DiNozzo?"
He flashed his partner a beam and then produced the needed cards.
She gave something close to a pout. "I do not understand why my name was not given."
"Probably 'cause they wanted us to live through this adventure," he quipped then flashed a smile at the attendant. "I am the only driver allowed to drive this vehicle, correct?"
The woman's eyes looked back and forth between the two agents, trying not to laugh. "Yes, sir. Unless you want to add your companion."
He looked surprised. "Do I look like I have a death wish?"
Ziva stomped his foot then looked sweetly at him. "But, Tony, what happens if you get too drunk? What happens if you want to stay behind?" She got closer to him and hissed, "What happens if I shoot you and decide to leave your body for dead?"
Tony snorted and, from the expression on the other woman's face, saw Ziva was overheard. "Guess the honeymoon's over," he said to lighten the mood.
"What honeymoon?" Ziva asked. "We are not married, Tony."
He rolled his eyes. "It's an expression, Ziva. Relax. I'd never settle down with the likes of you." He turned back to the rental service. "Can I get the keys, please? No additional driver."
When they made it to the lot Tony looked at the compact vehicle then back at the paperwork to confirm he had the parking place. "What the hell is this?"
Ziva took the form from him and studied the name. "It is a Toyota Yeti."
"Let me see that." He snatched the carbon copy back. "It's a Yaris."
"Looks like it says 'Yeti'."
He scrunched up his nose at the blue car. "It's too small to be called a Yeti."
"Let us head to the hotel, yes?" she told him. "I am tired and ready for sleep."
Once they were checked in, Ziva used the door connecting their rooms to let herself into Tony's. From the sounds of it he was taking a shower so she propped herself up in the bed to wait for him.
When he exited the steamy bathroom in only his boxers he saw the sight of the tough Mossad agent passed out on his bed. He shook his head then finished drying it, throwing the towel to the floor when he felt it was sufficiently dry. Then he quietly turned off the remaining lights and gingerly climbed into the other side of the bed, his back to his partner, to fall asleep to the sounds of her deep breathing in minutes.
A/N: The car is a shout out to my friend calypso who, when told the name of the Yaris, immediately remembered the name as something different...thus, the Yeti car was born.