Ziva settled into the movie seat just as a commercial ended and the opening credits of Rashomon began to roll. The man sitting in the next seat, his attention caught by the sudden movement at his side, looked around. His eyes widened slightly, and then he nodded at her. "Ziva," he whispered.

She smiled and leaned over to say into his ear, "Is this seat taken?"

Transferring his attention back to the screen and trying not to laugh at the sensation of her breath tickling his head, Tony just shook his head.

Ninety minutes later, Tony disposed first of an empty soda cup and then of the contents of his bladder in the movie theater's bathroom, sandwiched at the row of urinals between two tall, haughty-looking caucasian men, both inexplicably wearing formal women's kimono. To each his own, Tony mused, and focused on his own business after allowing himself a second to stare.

The bathroom door opened again and the man on Tony's right shook his head, chuckling. "No more room at the inn, buddy," he began, craning his neck to see the newcomer. The Kurosawa film festival wasn't exactly highly-trafficked, and most of the attendees knew each other by sight already. The mood was much more casual than at a normal film showing, and discussions while peeing weren't quite as frowned-upon.

"What beautiful homongi!" Ziva exclaimed, eyes wide, as she paused in the doorway. "Do not mind me, gentlemen. I would just like to speak to my friend, here." She gestured toward Tony, and the kimono-clad men, in unison, turned their heads to look at him with new interest. "Although after I am done with him, I would very much like to discuss where you acquired those outfits."

Tony, no longer surprised at having her appear everywhere he went, just shook his head. "What's up, Ziva?"

She leaned one shoulder against the wall next to the man on Tony's right. "It occurred to me that this film is, shall we say, thematic of our day."

"You mean how we couldn't trust anything anyone told us about what happened?" He flushed the urinal and slid out from between the kimono-clad men.

"Yes."

"And how everyone told their own story, for their own reasons?"

"Yeah."

"And how it was forced to end without us ever finding out what really happened?"

"Yes, Tony," she sighed, disappointed that she hadn't been the only one to make the connection.

"Aw, you guys have a fight?" asked one of the kimono men sympathetically, his attention caught by Ziva's sigh. He lowered the skirt of his outfit and flushed. "I know how it is when you feel like nothing anyone says is -"

His companion dropped an armful of fabric, turned around, and glared. "I told you the truth about him and you know it, Devon! I never slept with him. I never even kissed him!"

"I saw him grabbing your ass!"

"He didn't grab my -"

"Oookay." Not waiting to hear the end of the argument, Tony snagged Ziva's arm, yanked open the bathroom door, and pulled her outside.

"What in the world?" Ziva began, staring through the narrowing crack in the door at the men as they continued to fight.

"Neal and Devon," Tony said, following her gaze over his shoulder. "When you start coming here regularly, you'll get to know 'em." He slid a casual arm around her shoulders. "That's if you're interested in coming here again."

Ziva smiled and leaned into him. "If I didn't, I would never find out where they got those beautiful kimonos."

A/N: I'm sorry guys, not my best work, I know. I think I still haven't recovered from the combination of the move and then the "wtf" ending of tonight's ep. I remain entirely unclear on how "you'll never make the case stick" turned into "she is no longer a person of interest."