Okay, so maybe he couldn't follow through with his threat of mixing the two drinks together. He wouldn't be that cruel when she was sick like this. No, instead he made the decision for her since none was forthcoming. Hot chocolate it was. Hot chocolate made everything better. Even if she didn't have all the accoutrements like marshmallows and whipped cream. Surprisingly she did have hot chocolate. He thought she was just a tea and coffee person. Tony couldn't see Ziva being the type of person to drink hot chocolate just for the sake of it for some reason.

Though, there was dust on top of the container so maybe she didn't drink it. Too bad, she was drinking it today. If it hadn't gone back or something.

"Hey, Ziva?" He asked, walking back into the living room while trying to find an expiry date on the container. "Just how long have you had this?"

"Had what?"

Tony had to stifle laugh as he entered the living room. No, laughing would definitely not do any good, not with the fight Ziva had put up about getting looked after. But he couldn't help it. Not with the sight that was right in front of him.

He never ever thought he would ever see a ninja wrapped in so many blankets that she looked like a pile of aforementioned blankets with a head on top but here he was. The evidence was right in front of him. She had rearranged the blankets he had dumped on her into a sort of cocoon where he couldn't see an inch of her body. The only thing that was free of the blankets was her head. And even then, the blankets were over her chin.

"Comfortable?" He managed to choke out.

She gave him a glare but nodded.

"You're going to need your hands free for this," he said, holding up the steaming mug. "Unless you want me to feed you."

"No," she said vehemently, probably envisioning spilt, hot liquid down her front like he was. Or not wanting to appear weak at all.

It was most likely the latter. This was Ziva, after all.

Either way, Ziva wanted the hot drink he was holding just out of her reach. With a wiggle and a quick reshuffle of the blankets, her hands were suddenly free. He then got treated to the funny image of a pile of blankets, leaning over a warm mug.

"This is so nice and warm," she said in pleasure.

"It should warm you right up," said Tony.

And hopefully kt would stop those shivers running through her. He looked her up and down. He didn't think she'd stopped shivering at all since they had arrived, which wasn't a good thing.

"Drink up," he urged.

"I am not a child," she snapped but did as she was told, letting loose a very satisfied sigh as the warmth trickled through her.

The two of them sat there in silence for a few minutes, each savouring their hot chocolate. Of course, he had made ginseng one too. You didn't need to have an excuse to be having hot chocolate. Ziva didn't look like she was thinking nice thoughts as she was frowning.

"I do not like this," she grumbled.

Though, with her current state of bunged up nose and raw throat, it came out more like, "I do nop lid dis" but who was Tony to quibble?

"No one likes being sick," he assured her.

"It is awful."

He had to admit he was highly amused by how dramatic Ziva was being. For someone who could be aloof and guarded with her emotions, this illness seemed to have lowered her inhibitions. Kind of like je had thought she would be when drunk but she was remarkably in control in that situation as well.

"You're going to be fine," he tried to say soothingly.

"I am not."

Tony couldn't help it. He chuckled at that. It earned him a glare but he didn't care. It wasn't exactly the most effective glare when she was all wrapped up in blankets, her face had a sheen of sweat on it and her lips were in a pout. No. Definitely not an effective glare. Actual, it kind of made him want to pat her on the head or something. Not that he would dare. He rather liked having his hand still attached to his arm. She would probably bite it off.

"Stop laughing at me!"

"I'm not laughing at you."

"You are!" She said accusingly. "You laughed."

"Okay, so maybe I laughed." Tony admitted. "But do you hear how ridiculous you sound?"

She tried to cross her arms but was thwarted by the blanket cocoon. Instead, she gave an angry little wiggle and glared at him again. Actually, he didn't think she had stopped glaring.

"I am not ridiculous."

"I said you sounded ridiculous. Not that you were ridiculous."

"Same thing."

"It's really nothing," he assured her. "The first one is less likely to get me seriously injured or worse."

She raised an eyebrow at that. "And who are you to decide that?"

Tony wasn't going to lie, for a brief second there, he felt scared. And then he remembered that Ziva really wasn't up to that amount of activity right now so he was safe. For the meantime anyway. She wouldn't hold a grudge against her partner, would she?

"Anyway," he said, hastily changing the subject. "Let's get you better."

"You say that like it will take both of us. I will be fine," she said stubbornly.

"You were just being overly dramatic about how awful you felt," he reminded her. "And you have no clue how to deal with a cold or are just too stubborn to admit that you need to rest and that you don't need to prove anything. Which you don't. Not with me anyway. And it's okay to ask for help you know, especially when you're ill. Now, can I please look after you?"

There was some unintelligible mumbling from his partner as well as some dark looks being sent his way but he wasn't fazed.

"Ziva."

"Fine."

But there a smile on her face despite her reluctant tone. It was a small smile but still a smile. Which meant, he won! Ha!