The boat
It had been a hell of a case and a hell of a mission which had involved a submarine, a real samurai, a Mafiosi, some wild tigers, an aircraft carrier, a yellow-fronted parakeet named Frodo and an Indian Princess. Oh yes and Gibbs team of course, mainly Tony and Ziva on an undercover mission.
They did not really know how it all led to them being stuck on a small boat without any gas and no sail, but it had. Tony and Ziva found themselves all alone in the middle of the pacific. Luckily there was enough food and water on board. Gibbs had told them over the radio they had to wait for the next ship of the US-Navy to pick them up.
The first two days Tony had sat at the steering wheel pretending to be any captain he had ever heard of; from Long John Silver over Ahab to Jack Sparrow. And Ziva… ignored him. Until it had started to rain, three days ago.
"I hate the rain." Tony complained, stretching out on the bed below deck.
Ziva made a soft sound and continued to draw small circles with her fingers on his chest. "I like it. It's the sound of safety."
Tony pulled her up and on top of him. Then he and kissed her forehead. He knew why Ziva liked the rain so much. She grinned down at him. "So now you don't have a problem with being stuck with me and me on top of you, yes?"
Tony returned the grin and remembered the day they had been trapped together in a shipping container.
"Well, you are naked again, so why would I…ouch."
She punched him into the side rather hard.
"Still dangerous after all this years." He said.
Ziva smiled: "Yes, be careful!"
"Oh well, this could be worse." Tony said, burying his hand in her curls.
"Right. We could be out of food and water, or have no bathroom."
He pulled her face down to his and kissed her: "Not what I meant." He said.
"So what did you mean?"
"Gibbs could be with us."