When the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign blinked off an hour into the flight, Ziva stood up and stepped into the aisle. "I am going to the bathroom," she leaned down to whisper in Tony's ear.

He perked up from his half-snooze, uncrossed his arms, and looked up at her. Grinning, he caught her eye and mouthed, "Want help?"

Directing a half-hearted glare at him, she shook her head, shrugged off her jacket, and headed down the aisle toward the lavatories.

A minute later, she gave the accordion-folded bathroom door a tug and tried not to step into the toilet as she shut herself into the bathroom. Muttering to herself, she unspooled a handful of toilet paper from the dispenser and wiped down the toilet set before unbuckling her belt and getting down to business. She could very happily spend the rest of her life without entering another airplane bathroom, she decided as her elbow thunked into the plastic wall of the room when she attempted to pull up her pants a few seconds later.

At least it hadn't been her head that connected.

The door rattled and she raised her hand and braced it against the center panel to keep it from opening. "It is occupied!" she called, hating the cattle-call of transatlantic flights a bit more with each word.

In spite of her words, the lock clicked back and the door folded open. Ziva barely snatched her fingers away from the hinge before they were crushed. "Excuse me!" she snapped, turning to look at the intruder. "I said that this is - Tony?"

He gave her a secretive smile, looked over his shoulder, and slithered through the gap he'd managed to open in the door, closing it behind him. "Hi."

Ziva shuffled backward as much as possible, which was all of two inches, and crossed her arms. "Hello. May I ask why you just broke in on me?"

He shrugged. "Well, you know. When you gotta go...and the other ones were occupied..."

"This one was occupied!"

"Yeah, but I can't pee in front of any of the rest of the passengers like I can with you," he whined, looking anxious and squeezing past her toward the toilet.

She caught his arm and pulled him back around to face her. "You could not hold your bladder, so you left our witness unprotected?"

"Of course not!" He gave her a wounded look. "I'm not dumb, Ziva."

"You could have fooled me. If I am here, and you are here, and she is there, then how is she not unprotected?"

"Relax," he urged with an easy grin, turning back toward the toilet. "Neeley moved back to sit with her. He's chatting her up like a pro," he added over his shoulder. "She's fine."

Ziva snorted and turned him back around, with more force this time. He stumbled, stepped on her foot, stepped back, and caught his heel on the bottom of the sink's pedestal. "Ow, shit," he muttered, reaching down to massage his foot and inadvertently putting his face almost directly into Ziva's chest. "Crap." He tried to pull back, but she locked a hand around the back of his neck, holding him there.

"What an interesting position," Ziva mused, digging her fingers into the loose skin at his nape.

"Ziva..."

"And I mean that both literally and figuratively," she went on, ignoring his protest. "Interesting, indeed."

"Um, Ziva." Tony coughed and tried again to pull away. "You're on my carotid. Getting dizzy."

"Oh!" She lifted two fingers. "My apologies. Better?"

"Much," he wheezed into her left breast.

"Good. Now," she went on conversationally, using her remaining grip on his neck to turn him so that one of his eyes was looking up at her, "tell me again why you broke in on me?"

"Muh-ll-k." He didn't meet her eyes.

"What?" Noticing belatedly that his face was turning an unattractive shade of red, she quickly released him.

Tony took a step back, pulled his collar out of where it had been digging into his neck, and loosened his tie before looking her in the eye. "Well, you know," he managed tentatively, "this is probably the first and last time we're going to have access to a business-class airplane restroom...from Paris...a mile in the air..."

Ziva's eyes narrowed, and she smiled slightly. "Ah. I see. And what makes you think this is a situation that needs to be acted upon?"

"I like new experiences." He wet his lips and smiled at her. "And after last night -"

"Wait, wait, wait," she interrupted suddenly. "New experiences? You have not..." A knowing smile worked its way across her lips. "I see."

He lowered his brows and stepped back toward her until their bodies were touching. "Well?"

"You are sure the Air Marshal is with her?"

Tony smiled slowly and lifted his hands high enough to trail them down her arms to her wrists. "Positive," he whispered.

She turned her hands into his and leaned forward.

Ten minutes later, Tony slid into Ziva's seat as Neeley stood up from his. "Everything go ok?" he asked the marshal, straightening his tie absently.

"Just fine." Neeley stepped out into the aisle and gestured to the seat he'd been in. "You?"

Tony froze for a second, but when he looked, he saw no insinuation on the other man's face. "Fine," he said, managing to sound casual. "Thanks for watching her." He stood up and crossed the aisle to settle down in his original seat. "So, Nora," he told their witness with a smile as he settled down in it. "You want to see an awesome photographic tour of Paris?"

Nora gave him a thoughtful look, then nodded and straightened up in her seat. "Sure."

Still smiling, Tony pulled his digital camera out of his pocket and flicked the power switch, then tipped it so that Nora could see the small screen on the back of it.

He didn't look up when Ziva dropped into her seat a few minutes later, the same knowing smile still on her lips.

A/N: omg you guys they totally pulled a Jibbs in Paris! Eeee!