The summer slipped by quickly. In Washington, D.C., there was always something happening. In mid May, Tony and Quinn visited Hill Havurah, a local synagogue to light candles for Ziva and Tony's daughter, Talia. As they sat in a pew to reflect on the lives of Ziva and Talia, even though Quinn had never known them, she considered how knowing Ziva helped make Tony the man she knew and loved. In her thoughts, she thanked Ziva. She also considered how Tony would've been an awesome father to Talia, and it broke her heart that he lost her and never had the chance to know her.

They left the synagogue and spent a quiet day together, enjoying late spring and bicycling around DC. That evening, they ate supper at Tony's, then sat on his patio, enjoying the view of the river. Tony reached for Quinn's hand.

"Maybe this is too soon," he started, "but I want you to have this." He fished something out of his jeans pocket and slid it across the table to Quinn. It was a key to his apartment. "Maybe you can start leaving some things here instead of packing a bag."

She smiled at him and picked up the key. "Thank you, Anthony, this means a lot to me." She studied the key, rolling it through her fingers.

"I only have one request…can I chip in on a double-sized bed, or maybe even queen-sized? I'll even buy my own twin-sized mattress if you'd rather."

He laughed out loud and came around the small table to pull her into a hug.

For Memorial Day, they slept in after a night of lovemaking and then packed a picnic to watch fireworks from the top of Tony's building. They had fixed up the outdoor space with exposed bulbs draped here and there, a table and chairs for when they felt like dining al fresco, even a lounging area for when they relaxed, watching stars or fireworks. That night, they snuggled together on the oversized pillows.

Tony asked Quinn, "Have you ever…done it…outside?"

She considered his question and couldn't remember a time. "Nope…have you?"

He smiled. "No…there is a first time for everything, right?"

Later, as fireworks exploded over their sweaty, naked bodies, she couldn't stop saying his name - "Anthony, Anthony, Anthony" - through her orgasm. She didn't realize how loud she cried his name until a voice from the street below shouted, "Get a room already!" They dissolved into a fit of laughter.

The night air sent chills all through her body, which compounded the effect of her pleasure. Tony loved how Quinn's eyes lit up from the fireworks as he embraced her, became one with her.

Then, in June, Quinn asked him if he had any fantasies that had never been realized. He thought about it and told her how, as a teen at an all-boys' boarding school, he had never taken a girl to a drive-in movie theater, that his Charger was the first car he owned.

"And you love movies?" she asked him, shaking her head in mock shame.

He nodded, laughing. "I know, it's strange, but I've never been to a drive-in, let alone taken a date."

So, he borrowed the pickup truck from his friend, Gibbs, and took Quinn to a double feature. They brought sleeping bags and old blankets to line the bed of the truck and pillows to prop themselves up on. It was the first night of summer, and two romantic comedies were showing, one brand new and the other a popular older flick. They watched the first movie from the bed of the truck, eating popcorn and enjoying the warm summer night. In between movies, they turned the truck around to sit in the cab. They squeezed together in the middle, and Quinn snuggled into the crook of Tony's arm, her legs extended to the passenger's door and her bare feet dangling outside the window. The second movie was somewhat more risqué, and it wasn't long before Tony's hands were roaming over Quinn's body.

His arm had been draped over the back of the seat when his hand began caressing her bare knee, moving up her thigh to the edge of her shorts.

Without even realizing it, she hummed to herself as the tips of his fingers stroked her inner thigh. When he finally gently brushed against the warm, wet area between her legs, she lifted her hips to meet his hand. She raised her arm, placed her hand on the back of his neck, and leaned back to him to meet his lips. Soon, her shorts and panties were on the floor of the truck and her feet planted on the door. Tony's fingers were slick with her wetness, stroking her until her clitoris was erect. Each time he brushed over that sensitive spot, her hips bucked against his hand. He used two fingers to enter her and then began tapping his thumb against her clit. She came within seconds. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thought he had obviously had practice doing that, but she pushed it out of her mind and enjoyed what she was feeling.

He slowly removed his hand, and she sat up and straddled him. His dick was rock hard, straining against his shorts. She started pulling them down.

"It's okay…you don't have to…" To shut him up, she kissed him hard.

He pushed up into her with no more resistance. They were fucking intensely, her mouth nibbling his ear, his mouth on her nipple, when he suddenly exploded into her.

He was more than a little shocked at how quickly he came and then groaned, still moving slowly in and out of her. She was moaning against his mouth because his semen was causing a sensation against her flesh she had never felt before.

"Quinn…oh god…" he mumbled, trying to push her off him. "Quinn…no condom."

"I know, I know," she murmured, still moving against him, now with a sense of urgency. "'S'okay."

He rested his head on the back of the seat, his hands on her hips, and realized she was on the edge.

Moments later, breathless, it happened. She had taken control, not saying anything until her body shuddered in ecstasy, and then she cried out "Tony!"

For a few minutes, there was just heavy breathing and re-dressing. The second movie was nearing its end, and headlights were coming on as the other vehicles prepared to leave. Tony had moved back to behind the steering wheel, and Quinn sat next to him in the middle of the bench seat. He turned the key, and the old truck fired to life. They both spoke at once.

"You called me 'Tony'..." he said.

"I'm on birth control…" she said.

They looked at one another.

"It just felt so good, Anthony," she whispered to him.

He took her hand and smiled. "I wasn't…freaking out…about forgetting the condom. It's just…you know…Talia…and Beth…"

"I understand," she replied. "It's a good idea to be careful."

"Probably for now…" he agreed and put the truck in gear.

On the way to return Gibbs' truck, they stopped at an all-night gas station and bought baby wipes. In the parking lot, they each took a handful and wiped down the bench seat and any place Quinn had put her bare feet.

Tony reminded her, "You know Gibbs is a detective…he'll realize something's up."

She laughed. "It's your job to throw him off the scent, then." She paused. "Pun so intended!"

At Gibbs, to pick up Tony's car, they were invited to an NCIS Fourth of July party. Tony's old co-workers had yet to officially meet Quinn. They agreed and took off while Gibb stood next to the cab of his trunk wondering why he was smelling a new baby scent.