A/N: I was very pleasantly surprised by all the reviews and alerts from last chapter! Virtual hugs to all those who brightened my day :)

In this chapter: more Tony/Ziva banter/humor. Speaking of which, please let me know in a review if you think I'm going overboard on it. There won't be much more of it, I promise, but it is very fun to write.

Upcoming chapters will include: some fluff, some lemony goodness, some more fluff, and then a bit of drama *gasp*. I may have to fit some sort of criminal activity in there also. Haven't planned past that, but I'm still working on it, and any ideas are welcome!

Enjoy!

It had been 5 hours since Ziva and Tony had begun their stakeout. The sky had darkened from brisk, powdery blue to a black blanket littered with stars and satellites. The prostitute who was suspected of murdering 3 marines hadn't come out of her house that day, leaving Tony and Ziva extremely bored.

"It would be awful to be a prostitute," Ziva said slowly and tiredly to Tony, who was spacing out at the inky sky through his binoculars.

"Mmm," he responded unenthusiastically.

"All you do is….get raped. That is all you do. By disgusting men."

"Mmm-hmm."

"Especially in a town like this. I mean, there are only so many men who want to sleep with you, right? Eventually, you run out and you have to reuse them."

"Wait…what the hell are you even talking about?" Tony asked, furrowing his forehead confusedly. "Reusing men? What even brought that into your head?"

"Well there is only so much I can talk about with you just staring out the window at nothing," Ziva said, rolling her eyes and throwing her hands up in the air.

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't get your panties-" he looked pointedly down at her crotch, eyebrows raised suggestively- "in a twist. I'm just saying that, as long as we're stuck here, we should at least find something interesting to talk about."

"Oh really?" Ziva snorted, crossing her legs tightly at the same time. Tony saw her eyes flicker remotely. She obviously didn't want to talk about something in particular. "Like what? And old Dragnet episode?"

Tony lit up excitedly. "Hey, have you been watching those lately? I saw this really great one the other night about this guy who threatened to shoot himself in the head if Friday didn't bring him to the chief of police-"

Ziva closed her eyes. "Tony. I was kidding."

"Oh."

A few awkward moments of thick silence followed, then Tony said:

"Hey, you know what I been thinking of doing?"

Ziva looked pointedly out at the black sky and replied, "No."

He continued, even though Ziva showed every sign of wanting to discontinue the conversation. "Hooking McGee up with someone. He was kinda torn apart after that "Amanda" girl turned out to be a total physcho and got shot. I was thinking of setting him up with one of my exes- I know they're all still in love with me anyway, but who kno-"

"Tony, why on earth would you ever do that?"

Tony analyzed her quietly, confused. "Why would I do what?"

"Why would you set McGee up with someone?"

"I don't know.....he hasn't really gone out with anyone in a while-" Ziva cut him off for what seemed like the tenth time that day.

"And how could you possibly know that?"

"Because I asked him! And it was a very mature conversation actually. I asked him if he had been seeing anyone, and he said no. He actually said something more along the lines of hell no, what girl would want me, I'm a social wreck-" He clenched his jaw as she interrupted again.

"And I hope you told him that was completely untrue?"

"Of course! What was I supposed to say? Anyways- and it would be great if you could just let me finish a sentence here- I just thought, you know, to get him back in the market, I'd hook him up with some hottie and he would be all set," Tony said, waiting on baited breath for her reaction.

Ziva didn't disappoint him. "Are you kidding me right now Tony? If there is anyone who needs help in the dating department, it is you! From what I can tell, you haven't had sex with anyone in over a year! A year!"

Tony flared. "Okay, first of all, that's so not true. Just last month- you know what? I don't even need to be telling you this. Ha, and speaking of which, how could you possibly know that I hadn't.....done it in a while?"

Ziva averted her gaze suddenly. "It was just a guess."

Tony looked at her like she was crazy. "Just a guess? Why the hell would you go around guessing those sorts of things? What did you do, look through my condom stash or something?"

Ziva flushed bright red and Tony opened his mouth in shock. "Aha! You did go through my condoms. Why would you- hold on a sec. What else did you see in there?" He asked, averting his eyes and thinking guiltily back on the pictures of Ziva in her black bikini he had taken in LA.

"Just a mound of expired condoms. But," Ziva segmented before Tony could ask her why she had looked through his desk drawer, "it does not matter. The real question is: why would McGee ever want your help?"

"Ugh, back to this again?" Tony groaned. "I just thought it would be nice to help out a coworker."

"So you do not think that McGee is capable of getting his own date?"

"Ziva, think about what happened to him. His "girlfriend" got shot while we were working a case. You don't think he would be a little shaken up?"

"Oh, I absolutely think he would be shaken up! Which is why I am saying he might not want to get back into dating right after it happened."

"Or maybe he should get out and be social before he gets too introverted and afraid to talk about things."

"Or maybe he just wants a little alone time to figure things out," Ziva said fiercely.

"Are you sure we're still talking about McGee?" Tony said, an air of triumph tinging his tone. "Because if we're not, I know a bunch of guys who would love to go on a date with you."

"See! This exactly why I do not like to talk during stakeouts!" Ziva said, fumbling to cover up her thoughts.

"Hey! You were the one who said there was only so much to talk about when I was staring out the window. I stopped staring out the window and we talked, which is what you wanted."

Ziva growled and turned back towards the window, struggling to keep her temper. Tony looked at her and grinned, then turned on one of their monitors. Gibbs and McGee had hidden a camera in the prostitute's house earlier that day, so he and Ziva were getting a live feed. At the moment, the prostitute's bedroom was empty.

"This is going nowhere," Tony moaned, leaning back in his folding chair that the hotel had provided and putting his hands over his face.

"I agree. Why don't you go get us some food?" Ziva said. Tony stood up.

"'K. Pizza it is. What?" he said when Ziva threw him a look. "I pick up the food, I choose the food. Pepperoni okay?"

"No one is going anywhere." For the second time that day, Tony and Ziva jumped at the sudden appearance of Gibbs on one of their monitors.

"Oh, hey, boss," Tony greeted cheerfully. "When did you get here?"

"Been listening here the whole time, DiNozzo," Gibbs said slowly, throwing them both his Gibbs stare. Tony shot a nervous glance down at Ziva, who responded with one of her own.

"Ohh...okay," Tony said awkwardly, averting his gaze.

"Gibbs, we are starving. Tony will only be out for a few minutes, and I will still be here," Ziva said, trying to avoid the subject of their conversation.

"No. If you two wanted food, you should have gotten it an hour ago. It's too late now. DiNozzo, you said it yourself; prostitutes do most of their work at night. I need both of you in this room with your eyes on her house."

Tony winced and sat back down while Ziva turned her head so Gibbs couldn't see her eye-roll.

"I saw that, David," Gibbs said. "If you two want something to do, clean your room." Gibbs stepped away from the camera, revealing a bug-eyed Abby, who was clutching a Caf-Pow! and practically shivering with hyperness.

"Hi guys!" She said, bouncing up and down and smiling

"Hi Abby," Tony and Ziva responded together, albeit much less enthusiastically.

"You know, I think Gibbs is right- you guys really should clean your room. That much mold is not healthy at all, and you should at lease try to get some out if you're staying here the whole week," at which Ziva groaned and Tony swore under his breath.

"Come on, guys! You could make this fun! Just because it's a week-long stakeout doesn't mean it has to be boring! I mean, sure, the case is practically dead and you're staying in...well...a total craphole, but maybe if you cleaned it up a little....well, at least you wouldn't get sick!"

Tony and Ziva shared a startled look at this.

"Maybe we should clean up, Tony," Ziva said nervously.

"Yeah. Exactly what I was thinking. Okay, Abs," Tony said. "We're gonna clean this place now, so...bye." He switched off the camera feed.

"Hey! Guys! Why did you have to turn it off?" Tony then switched off the microphone, leaving the pair in a peaceful silence.

"I think I saw some cleaning fluids under the bathroom sink," Ziva said apprehensively to Tony.

"Okay," he responded slowly, looking around their tiny, disgusting room. "You go get those, and I'll...try and get everything up against the wall." Seeing as there were only three items of furniture in the room, this didn't prove to be difficult.

"Okay. Here they are." Ziva re-entered the room and set down 3 bottles of soap and a pile of dusty but mold-free rags.

"Ha. The cleaning crew must have left those here before they ran screaming from the premises," Tony said, a failed attempt at humor. The pair surveyed the room, until Ziva said:

"I will start on this wall, and you start on that one." Tony nodded. Both looked as though they were about to enter a flaming building.

They set to work.

A/N: So whaddya think? Again. all reveiws, compliments or criticism are welcome. Next chapter should be up by tomorrow night. Thanks for reading!