Tony grabbed a pillow from his bed, he turned to leave, the wet-haired Ziva blocked the doorway wearing one of his shirts, it hung past her knees, "What are you doing?" She asked.

Tony pointed towards the door, "I'm gonna go sleep on the couch."

"Absolutely not." Ziva stated, "And thank you for the shirt."

Tony nodded and just stood there as Ziva walked around to the opposite side of the bed, she tossed back the covers. He turned around, looking at her as she climbed into bed, the opening of his shirt hung low on her neck, he could see her small, cute, perky breasts, he couldn't help but smile.

"What is that smile about?" Ziva inquired, "Never mind, get into bed." She tossed back the coverings on Tony's side and patted the bed.

Tony moved over to the light switch, flipping it off before getting into bed.

Tony and Ziva laid in bed, both looking up at the ceiling, finally after about ten minutes, she turned over, breaking the serious awkwardness in the room, "Okay, do your worst."

"Do your worst?" Tony slightly turned his head, "About what?"

"About what?! Are you kidding me? You just caught me..." Ziva sighed.

Tony turned over to his side, facing Ziva, "Hey, it's okay, there's nothing to say."

"Come on, I am literally dying here!" Ziva uttered in embarrassment.

"Well, you have very nice form." Tony retorted.

Ziva glimpsed up at Tony's face, he was grinning from ear to ear, she snorted and started laughing, she moved her hands up to her face and tried to muffle her laughter.

"It's true." Tony egged her on, "If masturbating was in the Olympics, you would've taken the gold!"

"Stop it!" Ziva called out through her laughs.

"If it makes you feel better, you can watch me do it."

Ziva's laughter quickly died down, she lifted her hands slightly from her face, "W-what?"

"It seems only fair." Tony said, he fell back to his back and started pulling on the string of his sweat pants.

Ziva sat up, "What are you doing?" She placed her left hand on Tony's hands, "Two wrongs do not make a right."

Tony looked up at her, "You sure? It would only take about a minute."

Ziva laughed, shaking her head, "You are a silly, silly man." She pulled her hand away from Tony's hands and laid back down. She lied quietly for about five minutes, "Really? You would do that? Really?" She said with enthusiasm in her voice. She sat back up, "Okay, do..."

A snore escaped from Tony's lips. Ziva let out a wry smile, "Maybe some other time, yes?" She leaned down, kissing him softly on the lips, "Laila tov."

The elevator dinged, Ziva stepped off into the squad room.

"Good morning." Gibbs bellowed, "Just you and me today...where's Tony?"

"I left him at his place."

Gibbs took a large swig of his coffee, "You think that's a good idea?"

"He will be okay, he's starting to remember things." Ziva stated with a smile.

Gibbs went to take another drink of his coffee, but stopped, "What does he remember?"

"Memories of his mom and dad as a child and he has started to act like Tony again, his humor is coming back, his silliness, you know, what makes him, him."

"Good, hopefully he remembers everything soon, I can't hold off Vance for much longer."

"What do you mean, 'hold off Vance?' what is going on?"

"He's going to pull Tony's credentials, categorize him as permanently unfit for duty, he'll never work in law enforcement again."

"Why would he do that?" Ziva asked.

"I guess you haven't noticed, Vance doesn't like guys like me and DiNozzo, I guess we're a dying breed...hell, I'd watch your back, too."

Ziva looked up at the balcony.

"Come on, we got a snowball fight gone awry."

Ziva clinched her teeth tightly, "Ha-ha, that's a crime now?"

"It is when a Corporal gets killed in one." Gibbs replied, making his way to the elevator.

"Ahh, I see." Ziva understood and quickly followed Gibbs.

Ziva sat in her Mini Cooper in front of Tony's apartment, she leaned over opening the glove compartment and pulled out a gold wrapped present with a red bow attached. She held it for a few seconds thinking of what to do with it. She opened her coat and slipped the box inside. She zipped up her coat as she got out of her car and made her way into the apartment complex. She walked up to Tony's door, a pleasant scent filled her nose, she turned the doorknob and moved inside, "Tony?" She looked around, seeing Tony walk by the kitchen doorway wearing some kind of apron, "Tony?"

Tony appeared in the doorway, "Hey."

"Did you leave the apartment?" Ziva asked, walking over to him.

Tony took a step back, "Yeah, I went to the store."

Ziva stepped into the kitchen, she looked at the stove, "Are you baking?"

"Yeah, pie."

"Pie? You're baking pie?"

"Two of them actually."

"Your making pies? Tony DiNozzo is baking? Baking pies?"

"Yeah, so?"

Ziva sighed, "I'm never getting the old Tony back." She whispered.

"What was that?" Tony asked, sliding his way over to her.

"Nothing." Ziva forced out a smile.

Tony pressed his lips against hers and held them there for a few seconds before pulling away, he smiled, "Heh. Sorry, I had to, it's a rule."

Ziva just stood there stunned, "W-w...huh?" Tony pointed up, she squinted at him, but looked up seeing a mistletoe hanging above her head, "You do know, I'm Jewish, yes?"

"I won't tell the mistletoe if you won't." He smirked.

Ziva laughed, she looked at the table, "Are those sufganiyot?" She examined the pastries more closely, "They there! My favorite!"

"Yeah, I went to a Jewish bakery, it seems I did quite a bit of searching for Jewish items on my computer in the past." Tony said, he turned seeing powdered sugar on Ziva's nose and lips, "Heh."

"What?" Ziva said, acting innocent, trying to hide her chewing.

"Go ahead, eat them all if you want, I bought them for you."

Ziva shoved another jelly donut into her mouth, her eyes opened wide as she swallowed, "Please tell me you did not buy Gefilte fish."

"Nope. Turkey."

"Oh, thank God." Ziva laughed, "I HATE Gefilte fish." She spun around seeing Tony looking into his oven, she shook her head, "I can not believe you are baking, it is..."

"What?"

"Weird! You told me once you burned instant chocolate pudding."

Tony tilted his head to the side, looking at her oddly, "Come again?"

"Exactly!"

"Heh." Tony shrugged his shoulders, "I just thought it would be nice to have a good meal, kind of a thank you and uh..."

"You do not have to thank me, Tony."

"It's just that, I still don't know."

Ziva stepped over to Tony, "In due time, in due time." She moved over to the counter, looking through several grocery bags, "What else are we having? Can I help?"

"So, we are having turkey, rolls, mashed potatoes..."

"Gravy." Tony added.

"Yes, we can not forget the gravy." Ziva agreed as they lied in bed together, "And I will made some kugel."

"What's that?"

Ziva turned over to her side, wearing the same shirt from the night before, "It is, well, imagine a savory bread pudding, but I could make it sweet with cinnamon and sugar."

"Sounds good either way."

"It is...and then there are your pies...oh, we have to have peas, I like the way they look when they are mixed with my mashed potatoes."

"Heh. You like that, too?"

Ziva slid over, placing her head on Tony's chest, but lifted her head, "Sorry."

"It's okay, you can use me as a pillow anytime you want. Heh."

Ziva lowered her head back to her pillow and closed her eyes, "Good night, Tony"

"Good night, Ziva." Tony replied, closing his eyes, "Last one asleep gets to listen to the other one snore." He joked.

Ziva opened her eyes and smiled, before re-closing them, "I do not snore." She chuckled.