Not By The Hair of My Chinny-Chin-Chin
November 2039
Tony glanced towards the master bathroom as he pulled his shoes off his feet while sitting in the chair next to his side of the bed. Ziva was bent forward, trying to see something in the mirror, apparently.
"Whatcha doin'? he sidled up behind her and tried to wrap his arms around her waist.
She wiggled free of his arms and scowled at her image in the mirror, "I have a black hair on my chin. I do not want a black hair on my chin…"
"So, get rid of it?" he suggested with a smirk. "You can use your leg shaver."
She turned to face her husband. Even though she knew he was trying to be helpful, for some reason his presence irked her at the moment. "If I shave it, it will grow back. I do not want this chin hair or any others for that matter."
He shrugged, "Many women get facial hairs as they grow older…" He saw the incoming fuzzy purple scuff slipper just a second before it bounced off his shoulder. He bent to pick it up off the floor.
"Here you go, your slipper escaped…" he grinned sheepishly at her as he offered the slipper that had been a birthday gift for Savta from two-year-old Levi. "I won't tell Levi that you threw it at me… promise."
Ziva grabbed the slipper from him and slid it back on her foot, "I will tell him that you annoyed me." She leaned forward again and examined the offending hair on her chin. "Hand me those tweezers please."
Rather than risk another slipper projectile, Tony placed the tweezers in his wife's hand, and wisely chose to remain silent. He watched as she tried to grab the hair to pull it from the follicle. After several failed attempts, she leaned back with an exasperated sigh.
"Presbyopia…" Tony mumbled. "Want your reading glasses?"
"I can see it, but the stupid tweezers are not working correctly," she groused as she leaned forward again. Several more attempts still did not manage to snag the offending hair.
Tony gently turned her around, "Let me help?"
Ziva nodded and handed her husband the tweezers. He deftly snagged the lone black hair and yanked it from her chin.
"Ouch! Did you have to yank that hard?" she complained.
"Hey, the hair is gone," he held up the tweezers with the hair still between the pincers. "What do you want me to do with it?"
"Put it in the trash."
"K," he did as she commanded. Ziva was still checking out her chin in the mirror as he put the tweezers back in the tray on her side of the sink. He turned to leave the bathroom and called over his shoulder as he headed back into the bedroom.
"What're you going to do when the next one appears?" he asked semi-jokingly.
"Hopefully it is gone for good," she replied.
"Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin."
The slipper hit him in the back of the head, followed by its mate a few seconds later.