A/N: Just something fun, I thought.


They met at their regular bar to find it was already occupied by a party no one else was allowed to.

Tony gave an imagery curse. "Now what?"

His partner, Ziva, shrugged. "Go home?"

Tony snorted. "Not an option.. Wait, there's a bar about a block and a half down. Are you game?"

"Game? I do not-"

"Willing to try?" he interrupted, knowing she was trying to understand the word.

She thought for a moment. "I suppose I am lame."

"Game," he snorted as he corrected and got into his car to drive to the place he was referring to.

They grabbed a place at the bar.

"Tony, look. What is that stage for?"

"Dunno. A band, maybe. Let's get some seats and get this started right."

"I am game," she tried again. "Yes?"

"Yes! Tequila please," he told the bartender.

It was about an hour later when they had lost count of their rounds and it was too early to even think of sobering up when they found out what the stage was for.

"Thanks, folks, for coming out for Fin's Karaoke."

"Tony what is karaoke?" she asked.

All he could do was laugh. "You'll find out because I'm too drink to drive. You?"

She wobbled on her stool. "I think yes."

When the first person got up, Ziva was horrified.

"Tony, does that person have musical training?"

He winced as Johnny Cash was butchered. "I'm thinking not, Ziva."

"You mean they just allow anybody to sing?"

"That's the point of karaoke."

The bartender returned. "The books are on that table over there, hon."

"Book?" she repeated.

"Music books," Tony explained. "You use those books to pick out your music then sing it when you're called." Then he grinned as they switched to beer. "Wanna give it a try?"

"Me sing?" she asked. "No. I only since in the shower."

His grin widened. "Come on, Zee-vah! I want to hear you sing."

"I only sing in the shower." Then she realized how he took that. "You will never hear me, Tony."

"Well, I'm getting a book."

Despite herself she found her head to Tony's as they looked through the pages.

"You could sing 'Just a Girl' by No Doubt," he teased her.

"What are you saying?" she asked him.

"Haven't heard it, huh."

"Are you singing?" she asked him.

"Why?" he wanted to know.

She made a decision based, no doubt, by the alcohol running thru her blood. "If you sing then I will."

"Fair enough," and they put their heads together more.

"I know this song," she pointed to one.

"Too much instrumental in there. You'd just be up there while they stare at you listening to the guitar."

"Good point. A-ha!" she pointed to another.

Tony laughed. "You know Garbage but not No Doubt?"

She shrugged.

"Write it down. Turn it in."

What are you going to sing?"

"A Bond classic."

The men loved her smoky rendition of 'Only Happy When it Rains'.

The ladies loved his 'Live and Let Die'.

After they left Tony grinned at Ziva. "I didn't know you could sing."

"And I did not know you could not," she teased untruthfully. "We each learned something about the other."

"Hey, I resent that," was all he came back with.