AN: Thank you Tumblr user /u/sp00pyscarydesklamps for inspiration for this!

Yes, they may now officially be breaking Rule Twelve and no longer needed movie nights as an excuse to be close to one another (physically and emotionally) but it was a hard habit to give up. Nearly ten years of movie nights would do that to you. That and they genuinely enjoy them, though Ziva would still not admit to how much she did. She more enjoyed complaining about Tony's self-righteous attempts at trying to "educate her on American culture". Okay, maybe she was right and Fast and Furious wasn't really a big part of American culture but you couldn't just not see any of those movies in Tony's opinion. And she had enjoyed them! Just like she normally did. He wasn't stupid.

So, yes, they kept their movie nights, that really deserved capitalisation but anyway, kept their usual arguing of what constituted movie night snacks and kept their positions. Which meant that they fell asleep together on Ziva's couch. Every. Single. Damn. Time.

Was it uncomfortable? Yes. Did their limbs always end up in awkward positions? Also, yes. Did someone usually end up drooling on the other? Almost always. Did they change any of this and actually move to a bed when they felt themselves starting to feel tired? Definitely not. Though they had started to leave a blanket on the sofa so that one of them could cover them with it when they did start to drift off.

And drift off they did, with the second movie of the night playing softly in the background just like normal.

This time, however, instead of waking up the next day with the menu screen blinking at them or waking up in the early hours of the morning with the end credits rolling, they actually woke up and the movie was still playing.

Tony maintained that it was an explosion that had woken him up, though Ziva had initially slept through it - she was apparently used to such sounds so they didn't tend to disrupt her sleep.

So, he had woken up, all blurry-eyed, and had been about to settle down to sleep again, pull the blanket back over them but he had had to answer the call of nature. He thought he had extracted himself carefully from his girlfriend's clutches to do so, and he nearly had but it was all ruined by him accidentally treading on her foot when he tried to slide along the sofa.

She woke up with a yelp and a glare when she realised what had happened and Tony had apologised profusely. Thankfully, she realised it hadn't been deliberate and let him go to the bathroom, making claim to the blanket in its entirety as retribution. Then she realised how dry her mouth was and, with a grumble, wrapped the blanket around her and made as if to get up.

Which, it turned out, was not a good idea.

Now, Tony wasn't exactly sure where it had gone wrong. Maybe it was when he had stood up it had unbalanced Ziva (only possible in her sleepy state). Or maybe it was when Ziva put her hand on the seat of the sofa instead of the arm.

Either way, what happened next was not something he would have ever expected. Not in a million years.

Ziva actually rolled off the sofa and landed with, for her size, an incredibly loud 'THUMP'.

Tony couldn't help it, Ziva looked so stunned and offend, he laughed.

"Tony!"

And now she was glaring at him. That wasn't good so he snapped his mouth shut. It was just safer that way.

"I did not expect you to be the one to fall off the sofa." He told her, unable to completely hide the amusement in his voice.

Because, come on! Ziva falling off something? That was something never would have thought of as possible. And it was pretty funny that it was a sofa, of all things.

"You expected one of us to fall off?" Ziva asked in an outraged voice.

"No! Of course not!" Tony said quickly, carefully smothering a smile at her indignant expression. "I meant, if someone was going to fall, I wouldn't think it would be you. Ninja reflexes and all that."

Ziva narrowed her eyes at him and Tony tried very hard not to show how amused he still was. Which was difficult and he really wasn't fooling her but he had to at least pretend so she wouldn't try to maim him. That would be awkward to explain at work.

"Would you like a hand up?" he asked instead, offering her his hand.

Ziva frowned at it and then looked down at the floor. A shocked look quickly passed over her face as if she had just remembered that she was on the floor.

"I am fine," she dismissed, picking herself back up and absentmindedly brushing herself down.

"You sure? That was quite a tumble you took."

And the coffee table was right there, she might have hit something on it.

"I am, it was just a shock."

That was understating it. It had scared him when she fell off, only for a split second before he realised how ridiculous it had looked and he started laughing.

"Maybe we should go to sleep on an actual bed," he suggested.

Ziva gave the sofa a final glare before agreeing.

"That sounds like a good idea."

"I'll just turn the DVD and your laptop off," he said, gesturing at the laptop.

It was probably a good idea that Ziva didn't go anywhere near the sofa again.

"Thank you," she replied over her shoulder.

"And don't hog all the covers!" Tony called after her.

"I do not hog the covers!"

"Yeah, so why do I never wake up with a blanket over me?"

"It is not my problem if you push them off!"

"They are not pushed off if they are completely wrapped around you like some sort of cocoon!"

"I cannot help it if my body takes advantage of the available material!"

The two of them got into bed and Tony made a point of laying claim to half of the covers, much to Ziva's amusement.

"Night, Tony."

"Good night, Ziva."