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"Go fish."

"Oh come on, Ziva. You have to have something," Tony complained, reaching for the pile of cards with his left hand.

"I do, just nothing you have asked for." She smirked and shifted slightly where she was seated between his legs.

"Do you have any sevens?" he asked.

"Hey, it's my turn."

"Fine, go then."

"Do you have any sevens?"

"What, that's not fair," he complained, grudgingly handing her the card.

"Well it was my turn."

"And?"

"I want falafels," she said suddenly.

"Where did you get that from?"

"I don't know, I just really want falafels," she shrugged.

"Well what time is it, McAbby said they would be over around five."

"Good idea." She pulled out her phone and quickly texted Abby. "She said she will be here with McGee in half an hour," she reported as she slid her phone onto the small table between them.

"Good, now, do you have any queens?"

"Go fish."

"No. I refuse to go fish because I see a queen right in front of me." She smiled and placed her cards on the table, grabbing his too, before pushing it out of the way. She uncrossed her legs and crawled up the bed until she was seated across his pelvis.

"If I am a queen, where is my crown?"

"Ask me again in a few years when I have two little slaves to make you one."

"Your children are not your slaves," she scolded.

"No, you're right. That's what McGee's for."

"If you were not hurt I would hit you right now." She was smiling though so he pulled her down, wiping the smirk off her lips with his own.

"Um, pardon me," accompanied with a curt knock, pulled them apart a minute later.

"Oh, hey, Cindy," Tony greeted the nurse in the doorway. "This is my fiancé, Ziva."

"Nice to meet you," Ziva said, climbing off of Tony and holding out her hand to the young nurse.

"Same. Tony has not stopped talking about you since I started here."

"That seems about right," Ziva laughed, sitting back on the edge of the bed.

"My timing seems to be off, every time I am here, you are not."

"I know, work always seems to come at the worst times, but it is nice to finally meet you."

"You here with dinner?" Tony interrupted.

"Yes," Cindy nodded and disappeared out of the room, appearing a second later with a tray in her hands.

"Chicken noodle soup, garden salad and a cookie," she said, placing the tray on the recently cleared table.

"Aw, come on, I asked for steak," Tony complained.

"Sorry, we're in a bit of a short supply." Tony gave her the puppy dog eyes, to no avail, and then started in on the food in front of him, with a little help from Ziva.

"I come bearing gifts," Abby announced, bursting through the door just as Tony shoved the last of the cookie into his mouth.

"Gimme," Ziva begged, reaching for the take out bag in her friend's hand.

'The cravings have started,' Tony mouthed to the confused Goth in the doorway. She nodded as McGee slipped into the room and made himself comfortable in one of the chairs.

"So when are you getting out of here?" the younger man asked.

"Nice to see you too, McGee."

"Sorry, hello, Tony."

"That's better, and the Doc said I could leave next Thursday."

"Why are they keeping you so long?" Abby asked as she sat on the arm of McGee's chair, her tone worried.

"They're just making sure I don't die again," he half shrugged.

"Well that's reassuring," Abby whined.