As you guys could probably tell I know NOTHING about fishing so sorry for that last chapter, it is probably all complete rubbish when it came to the fishing… Also I am struggling for more ideas for T & Z during this wee holiday, so any ideas would be amazing, leave them in a review! Double also I know that three is very young for a horse to plough anything but just go along with it!

After Ziva had calmed down Tony unwrapped the fish from the embers and tin foil. Placing half of it evenly on two plates, layering some jacket potatoes that they had also placed in the fire to cook, he rewrapped the rest of the fish for later, putting it in the chilly bin they had brought. He handed a plate to Ziva, sitting down beside her.

"Gee Ziva this is good!" Tony exclaimed after a mouthful of fish.

Ziva smiled, "Be careful, I put a lot of spices in my food."

"Please, we DiNozzo's pride ourselves on our strong palates!" Tony scoffed back, taking a huge bite. His happy expression soon changed to sombre, he began breathing through his mouth as his cheeks turned red, eyes watering. "Just how much spice is in here?" He rushed over to the cupboards, grabbing a bottle of water, downing nearly half of it, in an effort to settle the fire raging in his mouth.

Ziva shrugged, "Not that much, but I'm probably used to it," She grinned as she took another bite. "I warned you to take it slow," She carefully placed some in her hot potato. Tony glared at her but walked back over, bottle in hand. "Have it with the potato then it won't seem as hot," Ziva instructed, Tony watching her for a second, then following suite.

He carefully took another mouthful, "That's better, you should know I can't handle all that!" He huffed, mouth still full of food.

"Oh I thought you DiNozzo's could handle it!" Ziva teased, receiving only another glare in return. They soon both finished, sitting back against the couch, watching the fire, Tony's arm around Ziva's shoulder.

"I think I'm going to put on my pyjamas," Ziva informed as she stood to get changed, still wrapped up in the thick rug.

Tony held her hand, "What? Don't be such a sissy, sit back down, I need to teach you a game." Ziva rolled her eyes as she sat back down, looking at Tony expectantly.

"Well? What game?"

Tony smiled, "It's a DiNozzo tradition-"

"Like the strong palate?" Ziva interrupted.

"Hush ninja, I used to play it as a kid, whenever we came here, every night we would take turns to tell each other one thing that no one else knows about them," Tony grinned again, he knew next to nothing about Ziva's past and thought this would be a great away to get her to open up.

Ziva paused, "Fine, you go first."

Tony thought about something to tell her. Ziva waited nearly a minute before he spoke. "When I was six I went to my grand parent's place out in the country. It was the stereotypical farm; red barn, pet chickens, horses, cows, sheep even a goat. Anyway one day I went for a walk and found a big willow tree, I decided I was going to build a massive tree hut, with a swing and fireman's pole. It was going to be awesome, but I got bored after probably only twenty minutes, so I started throwing rocks into the small creek that was next to the tree. There were some ducks and I accidentally hit a duckling, I thought I killed it, totally freaked out and started crying. But I hadn't, probably broke it's wing or something, but it hobbled over to me, sitting at my feet. I figured it was saying he forgave me. So I took him home, named his Mr Waddles and had a pet duck for the next five years." They both laughed at the memory.

"What happened to him?" Ziva asked smiling.

Tony shrugged, "Don't know, he lived in a old bathtub out in our garden, maybe he flew off or something, got home from boarding school at the end of the year and he was gone, I think Dad got rid of him."

"That's actually a pretty funny story," Ziva laughed, leaning in closer to Tony. He grinned back.

"So what about you? I bet there's some wonderful stories of a young ninja up in there," He tapped the top of Ziva's head.

"Let me think," Ziva snapped, brow furrowing in concentration. Tony opened his mouth to get her to hurry, she hushed him easily with a hand over his mouth. "Got it. My uncle Ahron bred Arabian horses."

"Uncle on who's side?" Tony interrupted.

She shot him a look, "Don't bum in! I didn't when you mentioned your grandparents!" Ziva huffed. Tony not bothering to correct her idiom. "Every summer when I was younger we all went up there to stay with him for a week, he lived on a big ranch, it was beautiful. I had a favourite horse; a bay mare with four white socks and a white blaze. Her name was Naftali, it means deer. She was very small, but swift, agile and fast, I used to ride her up to the mountains every morning to watch the sun rise with Tali. Ahron also had a plough horse, nick named Shimshom; meaning 'as powerful as the sun', they were left alone in the same paddock, and well next year Naftali had a foal. A colt, Ahron named him Elton, but I called him Tzvi, which actually also means deer. He was as fast and agile as Naftali, yet as strong as Shimshom. I loved him, one summer when he was three I went with Ahron to the market, there was a competition, a rich business man was trying to introduce tractors, as oppose to plough horses. My uncle got in an argument with him, saying that horses have a yearn to please their master, they never give up and are intelligent, making them better than tractors. So they had a race, first to plough a paddock." Ziva smiled at the memory, "The tractor was far ahead, but it broke down on the last turn of the paddock, leaving Tzvi to win. Ahron was going to sell him that day, but decided not to." She turned back to Tony who was watching him, he seemed fascinated.

"That's a really nice memory Ziva, you are a good story teller," He said sincerely.

Ziva smiled, "It was a nice story," She shoved him gently, "Better than a boy hitting a duck with a rock!"

"Hey, I'll do a proper story tomorrow!" Tony argued back, "Some stories are meant to be funny." He added grudgingly.

Ziva yawned, "What time is it?"

Tony glanced at the clock on the wall, "Uh 10:30, tired?"

"A little, the walking, snow fighting, fishing, swim and run were all pretty exhausting," She admitted.

Tony stood, without saying anything he scooped Ziva and her rug up, "Tony what are you doing?!" She squealed.

"Helping you to bed," He stated, he walked them into the bedroom, setting Ziva gently down on the bed, she looked up at him, silently asking him what that was all about. "Can't a guy be romantic?" He teased.

"You are so lame!" Ziva sighed, mirroring her comment earlier that day.

He lay down next to her, "And you are so beautiful."

Day one complete! PLEASE, I am gonna need some more ideas for what to do during this wee holiday so please help me out! Do excuse the beautiful comment, couldn't resist!