They remained at the amusement park till closing Saturday night, dragging themselves back to the car, both too tired to drive, before Tim agreed to take the wheel and get them back to the hotel in one piece. After entering their room, the two did the minimal of their nightly bedtime routine before falling exhaustingly onto the beds and asleep.

It was after 0800 by the time they had both awaken.

"What's on the agenda for today?" Ziva asked, enjoying the relaxing moment.

Tim shrugged, "Nothing is scheduled except our return flight. I already checked us in online and we do not have any luggage to check in, but we should still probably be at the airport early, I'm thinking around 1800."

Ziva nodded, "And before that?"

"Whatever you want to do," he informed her. "There are some museums in the area, as well as gardens, parks, walking or hiking trails,"

"Ugh! I don't think I can walk or hike any more today, not after yesterday," Ziva moaned, collapsing back into her bed.

Tim smiled, "Does that mean you don't want to go for a run?"

Ziva just threw a pillow at him, not responding verbally.

"There are also some great restaurants."

Ziva nodded as she thought about their options, 'What time is checkout?"

"1000," Tim answered, "Why?"

"I had hoped we would have time for a swim, but if we do that, we will probably not have time to shower afterwards."

"Maybe they will allow late check out?"

Ziva sat up eagerly, "Do you think so?"

Tim smiled, "Let me go down and check," he said, as he grabbed a pair of jeans and headed to the bathroom to change.

"You could just call down," she observed.

"Sometimes, they respond better to these requests in person," he called from the other room before vacating it, grabbing a key, and exiting their room.

She just shook her head after him, if she was lucky, maybe the hotel receptionist couldn't resist his green eyes. Making a decision, she grabbed her swimsuit and headed to the bathroom to change. Even if their checkout couldn't be changed, she could at least enjoy a few minutes in the hot tub. To her aching muscles, that sounded great.

After exiting the bathroom she quickly organized her belongings, things would be rushed after she returned if they had to checkout by 1000, best to be prepared.

"Ziva, great news," Tim said as he entered the room, stopping short when he noticed her already dressed for the pool.

"What?" she asked when he didn't continue speaking.

"Er, they agreed to delay our check-out time," he shared. "Wow, you must have a lot of faith in me if you changed into your swimsuit."

Ziva just smiled. "I am glad you were able to delay it. What time do we need to be out by?"

"1400," Tim answered with a smile, shocking Ziva at the length of the extension.

"Well," she said when she overcame her shock, "Do not just stand there, go change. The pool, and more importantly, the hot tub, is waiting."

Tim laughed and began unbuttoning his shirt as he walked to retrieve his swimsuit from his suitcase. Ziva took one look at Tim with his shirt off and fell silent, jaw dropping to the floor.

"What?" Tim asked self-consciously, "Surely I don't look that bad."

"I…you are red."

"Well, if you wouldn't stare at me, I wouldn't blush so much," he muttered.

"It is not my staring that is the cause," she informed him, "Rather I think it was the sun from yesterday.

"I…" Tim hesitated as he looked in the mirror. "Oh man, that's gonna peel," he muttered as he ran his finger over his nose, before looking at his forearms and the back of his neck and legs.

"Does it hurt?"

Tim shrugged, "Not really, of course, I haven't really tried to do anything yet."

"Are you sure that you are up for sightseeing?"

"Of course, I just have to make sure I stay hydrated."

Ziva snorted, "If you were Tony, I would suspect you of saying that to ensure that you stay by a bar all day."

"Wrong kind of hydration," he commented dryly. "Anyway, let me finish getting ready and we can head to the pool, there's nothing we can do about my sunburn right now anyway."

After enjoying the pool and hot tub, both of which they had to themselves, they returned to their room to shower, change, and pack. Although their swimsuits were still wet, Tim was able to find some plastic bags they could use to lay them out on the floor of the car, before packing them back in their travel bags.

Since they were both hungry at this point, they went to the hotel restaurant after checking out, where they enjoyed a leisurely, though late, brunch, Ziva making sure Tim had plenty of juice or water in addition to his coffee.

At their first stop, Ziva headed straight to the gift shop, earning a laugh from Tim who commented that usually that is where the trip ends, not begins. She picked up a hat and placed it on Tim's head, to help keep the sun off his face, she informed her surprised partner. She then headed towards the sunscreen. He had refused to allow her to buy any, stating that it would be a waste since not only was he already burnt, but that they wouldn't be able to take it home on the plane with them, she did, however sneak a small bottle of aloe in with her purchase, hoping it would help moisturize his skin, keeping his discomfort to a minimum.

The rest of the day went by quickly, as they decided to take in some local sights, since neither had visited this area before. Even though Ziva protested walking when they were in the room, the two decided to head to some of the gardens and parks so that they would at least be outside in the warm sun.

Although the sights were incredible, what stayed in Tim's memory was Ziva's reaction to them, and her words as she talked about her favorite places first Israel and then around the world.

Tim was still surprised, that even without mentioning work, conversation between the two flowed easily. It seemed that they had talked about everything. Tim was very surprised to find himself talking about potential scenes and plotlines for his book, while they ate and early dinner, something he didn't think he would ever discuss with one of his teammates.

Tim now had no doubts about 'time flying when you're having fun'. Before he knew it, the two were back home.

"Geesh," Tim shivered as the cold DC Air whipped through him. "Maybe this weekend wasn't such a good idea," Tim muttered as they approached Ziva's car in the airport parking lot.

"What? Why not? I thought you had fun?" His companion asked, hurt by his words and trying not to show her anger.

"I did," he agreed, hurrying to explain, "It's just that, DC feels even colder now, after all that sun."

"That is probably due to your sunburn," Ziva commented with a laugh.

"Just call me Larry the lobster," he grinned. "Thanks for the aloe," he added softly.

"It was no problem. After all, it is my fault you got burnt, I was the one who suggested we go away somewhere warm," she added at Tim's inquisitive look.

"And I'm the idiot who forgot the sunscreen," he retorted. "I'm Irish, I know that I'm not going to tan, just turn red. I really should've thought of it. I am really glad that it doesn't hurt that much. Mostly, it's just embarrassing. I would've hated to ruin our weekend by being in pain and unable to move."

"I, too, am grateful that you are not in pain, and not because of the effect it would have had on my weekend," she stated sincerely before a new thought came to her that had her smiling at him, "It is not often that you are referred to as an idiot, is it?"

"If I'm still red like this tomorrow, you know Tony will."

"You went away someplace sunny and warm for the weekend. So sunny in fact, that you got sun burnt, who is really the idiot?"

"Well, when you put it like that," he grinned, "And I'm grateful for the suggestion and for sharing about wanting to go to an 'amusement place'. I had a lot of fun."

"I too, had a very good time," she said.

They quickly discussed plans for the week, agreeing to carpool into work together and alternating who did the driving. They also agreed to forego tomorrow's run since it was late and because they wanted to be in early to make sure that their reports were completed by the 0700 deadline. As long as their schedule permitted, they both wanted to have dinner together on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday night, leaving it until that day to decide whether they would cook or grab take out on the way home. Neither one had any ideas on what to do for the upcoming weekend, but weren't worried since that was five days away.

When they reached Tim's apartment, Ziva pulled over and placed the car in park so he could retrieve his laptop and bag. Tim remained still, not moving to leave and not saying anything.

"Tim? Is everything all right? Is it your sunburn? Do you need help? Perhaps I should walk Jethro for you before I leave?" Ziva fired off one question after another, barely allowing Tim time to process it before another was asked. "Tim?" she repeated, reaching out to touch his arm.

"What? No? I'm fine," he replied and he was. He couldn't remember when he had enjoyed a weekend so much. It wasn't because he didn't have to work, nor was it because of the sunshine, or the amusement park. No. He knew that the real reason why he enjoyed it so much was due to the brunette sitting next to him.

"Then what is going on?"

"Just thinking too much" Tim replied.

Ziva smirked at him, "That my friend, is something I am well aware of," she joked. "The question is, what are you thinking about?"

Tim just shrugged as he opened his door and exited the car, neglecting to then close it. He retrieved his bags from the back, and closed that door after placing them on the curb. He then sat back down in the passenger seat and turned to Ziva.

Her brow furrowed at the confusion his actions had caused. "Wh-"

Acting swiftly, Tim leaned over and kissed her, effectively stopping her question. The kiss only lasted a few moments and when it was done, Tim quietly muttered something about, "For when Tony asks if I kissed her goodnight," and quickly disappeared into the building.

9-12-18