Tony really did have an unholy amount of Christmas movies, that much was evident to Ziva as she eyed the stack that he had brought over to her apartment. Actually, stack was the wrong word because that implied something that he could easily carry. No, he had had to bring all of his DVDs over in a shopping bag because the amount he had.

It really shouldn't surprise her, given how obsessive he was over such things but still. It was a little bit much.

"How many do you have?" she felt like she had to ask as a rather stiff Tony spread them all out on her floor.

There were too many to hold up or even line up on her table so the floor it was. Though Ziva was somewhat afraid that he would not be able to get up again due to his injuries from the Tree Incident.

"A couple of dozen," Tony said, looking down at his half-finished display. "And these are strictly Christmas ones, not just winter related or else there would be more."

Somehow that really didn't surprise her and she was glad that he had not added to this supply. He probably would have needed a crate to transport them if that was the case.

"It is... an impressive amount."

"I like my Christmas movies," he said defensively.

A lot of people seemed to like Christmas movies. That's all the shops seemed to be selling anyway. Even those that did not normally sell DVDs. That seemed to be a trend during the holidays she noticed, everyone tried to cash in on it.

"I thought I'd give you some choice."

He looked so proud of himself too, she almost didn't want to shoot him down. But needs must.

"Tony, I have never watched a Christmas movie," she said in exasperation. "It will just be a random choice no matter how many DVDs there are for me to select from."

Of which there were many. Had she mentioned that yet? So many. How were you even supposed to choose from that?

"Well, just pick a cover you like the best."

"Judge a book by a cover?" she teased, mainly because that was an idiom she actually knew and understood.

"Exactly."

"Well..." Ziva ran her eye over the display again, trying to stall for time.

What if she picked one that was no good? Or too long? Or-

"You know what?" Tony said in exasperation. "I'll do it."

"Okay."

That took the responsibility quite nicely off her shoulders. And now she could complain to him if it was no good.

"I'll even pick one with lots of singing in it just for you," he said, hand hovering over the DVDs.

"I do not just like movies with lots of singing!"

"Yeah, you like action ones too," Tony said dismissively. "But the Christmas feel-good movies are pretty lacking in that department."

That was a shame. There were still bad people around Christmas time (as she had realised in work) so surely there should be action movies at that time?

Tony got a look of realisation on his face and he started rummaging through the DVDs again.

"How could I have forgotten Home Alone? That's a classic!"

He produced a DVD with a smirking boy on the front of it.

"This," he announced," is the best movie ever."

Ziva raised an eyebrow. She would take his word for it.

Reaching for it, she asked, "Is this the one we are watching then?"

"Well, we also have to watch the Grinch. Everyone has to see that at least once. And Miracle on Thirty Fourth Street, that's what I call a proper Christmas movie. Oh, and don't forget Elf, that's just plain hilarious though I'm never going to look at eleven quite the same any more..."

Ziva couldn't help but smile as she shook her head at her partner. Why was she so surprised by how seriously Tony was taking this? They were movies, after all, one of the few things he did take seriously. He had even brought over this ridiculously large blanket with him, informing her that you couldn't watch a Christmas movie without being snuggled up under one. When she had told him that she had many blankets (this country was too cold) he had turned his nose up at them, declaring them to be wrong. She still wasn't a hundred percent sure why but you couldn't argue with him.

It turned out Tony had a massive blanket that Ziva swore could cover two King-sized beds. Possibly more. It was so big that when Tony carried it up to her apartment, he couldn't see over it.

How he got it into his car confused Ziva as she had had to lead him back to her apartment so he didn't fall flat on his face. At least he would have had a nice, cushioned fall if that had happened.

"So, what are we supposed to do with this?" she asked, holding one end as Tony held put the other.

Even being on opposite ends of her sofa didn't stretch this out to its fullest extent and there was a lot of material drooping in the middle of it.

"We get under it, of course!"

"Like a tent?"

It could function as a quite serviceable tent if you asked her.

"No! How would you see the TV then?" Tony asked.

Ziva shrugged. How was she supposed to know what he meant like that?

"We just drape it over ourselves and make ourselves comfortable in it," Tony explained. "You can even wrap yourself up in part of it. There's enough of it."

Now that did sound appealing to Ziva. Anything that involved her and more warmth was always a good thing.

So that's what they did. Well, tried to do because of course there were arguments over who got how much blanket and both of them ended up falling off the sofa because of literal entanglements.

"Was that necessary Ziva?"

"I did not push you off."

"You pulled the bit of blanket that was under me!"

They did eventually get comfy, this blanket really was lovely and soft, and were now ready to start the movie.

Tony swore.

"We forgot to put the disk in your laptop."