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"Ziva, slow down you're going to get us killed!"

"I am not going that fast, Tony," Ziva said calmly, swerving around a cyclist. Tony leaned over to look at how fast she was going.

"You're going almost eighty," Tony whined.

"Fine, you want me to slow down, I'll slow down." She smiled and slammed on the breaks.

"Ziva!" Tony yelled again, bracing his hands against the dashboard.

"You told me to slow down, Tony, so I did." She smiled over at him as they continued down the road at a more acceptable speed.

"What are you in the mood for?" she asked as when they stopped at the red light right before turning onto the main street in Littleton, New Hampshire. He shrugged and craned his neck, trying to see down the road.

"That guy we saw said this was the happening place," he remarked doubtfully.

"Yup," Ziva said, nodding her head.

"I think more people work on the Navy Yard then are on this street." Ziva smiled and pulled over, parking the car before getting out.

"Where are you going?" Tony yelled as she slammed the door shut.

"Thought it would be nice to walk."

"We just went for a walk."

"Just get out of the car, Tony." He did, grumbling to himself as he did so. He joined Ziva on the sidewalk, wrapping his arm around her waist while they made their way down the road. They had walked about fifty feet when Tony suddenly stopped.

"What?" Ziva asked, looking up at him.

"That window has giant pieces of candy in it," he said, his eyes fixed on the store window display that was across the street.

"We can go there after lunch," Ziva said, continuing to walk down the street.

"But I want to go now," Tony complained, sticking out his bottom lip.

"Sometimes I wonder why I keep you around."

"Because you couldn't live without me," he smiled and kissed the top of her ear. She smiled too and gave him a side hug while still walking. The both paused a few seconds later when they passed in front of a restaurant.

"You in the mood for Thai?" Tony asked.

"It looks like it is either this or the candy store."

"Thai it is then." He pushed open the door and held it as Ziva walked by him. She pushed open the second door and walked through without waiting for him.

"Hey," he said, sound offended. "I held the door for you."

"Yes, that was very nice of you, Tony."

"Just the two of you today?" asked the lady at the counter, grabbing some menus out off the counter. She was short, with a heavy accent, tanned skin and jet-black hair.

"Yes," Ziva nodded before following the lady around the half wall in the middle of the restaurant and to one of the small table near the front.

"Your server will be with you shortly," she said with a curt nod before walking away again.

"Fresh off the boat, eh," Tony chuckled, sliding into a seat. Ziva slapped his chest, an annoyed look on her face. "What?"

"That is not nice, Tony."

"Oh come on, it was just a joke."

"It that what you said about me when we first met?"

"No…no" He shook his head and picked up his menu. "You were the exotic beauty, who could kill- with your looks." His flicked his eyes up from the menu to gauge her reaction.

"Another notch in your bedroom."

"It's bed post and no. I always knew there was something different about you the second we met. You were, and are, the woman I am destined to spend the rest of my life with. It just took me eight years to wrap my head around that fact." He smiled and laid his hand over hers, gently rubbing his thumb across the back of it.

"And you take advantage of every second of it now that you have." His smiled broadened before he leaned over and kissed her.