"So, I heard Ziva gave you a massage when you were undercover a few years back?" the masseuse inquired to tony. Ziva smirked from behind him, remembering that night undercover as Mr. and Mrs. Renée.

*Flashback*

I straddled his muscular torso and rubbed my hands over his perfectly toned body. He grunted and groaned in pleasure.

"And to think my mother thought I was too good for you, ouch", he moaned in pain as I pinched the skin on his shoulder, before continuing my ministrations.

*End of flashback*

"Yes, she did briefly but I enjoyed every second of it", he replied, interrupting her little reverie.

"Good, I also spoke to the people from the FBI, that were watching you that night and they told me that you were performing to a very believable standard! However, an undercover operational exam is coming up for the agency so I would like for you to practice your undercover marriage work seen as though you are the undercover married couple for team Gibbs."

"Ok", they both replied.

"Show each other affection, love for each other, act like you are madly in love for this hour so I can assess your believability. I will follow you around the resort, do whatever you please!"

Ziva gave Tony a nod of assurance and he felt around for her hand. Their fingers entwined and surges of electricity bolted through them like somebody had just touched an electric fence. It felt so good, meant to be. They began pacing towards the dock where a jet ski sat bobbing swiftly on the surface of the water. Tony hopped on and turned to Ziva offering his assistance. He sat down on the front, Ziva clinging tightly from behind.

"Hold on tight, we got some waves to ride!" he yelled so the lady assessing them could hear and stepped on the pedal and they sped off into the distance.

"So, Mrs. Dinozzo, how does it feel being married to the man of your dreams?" he said with a smug and cheeky grin. That tipped her over the edge, so she shoved him with all her force off the side of the Jet Ski. Tony went flying in head first, ripping the key out of the ignition in the process so she could not drive off without him. Ziva burst into hysterics and looked in the water for tony. A few bubbles surfaced, but no Tony, Ziva began to get worried.

Suddenly the boat flipped over and she was launched into the magnificent, sky blue waves. They both resurfaced in heaps of laughter. Once again Ziva's hair clung securely to her upper body, she had not noticed Tony's hair after water before, she had been too busy or too amused to look, but now... no gel, no spikes, just flat. Completely glued to his forehead and scalp. Her mouth opened slightly and her tongue gently slid along her bottom lip.

"See something you like, miss Dav-eed?"

"Do not flatter yourself, Tony, it is just that I have never seen your hair that way before." he raised his eyebrow.

"You like?" he started wiggling his eyebrows.

"Very much, why do you gel it all the time?" he winced at the question.

"Well, ask me that again in the morning when it is dry and not gelled. You may find your answer then. What happened to your curls, Zi?"

"In the morning it is difficult to handle so I straighten it, sometimes even tying it up because it is so annoying. It is just so much easier I suppose."

"Tomorrow you should leave it natural and I'll do the same and see what reactions we get."

"I do not think that is necessary tony, we will see each other in the morning anyway. Nobody else needs to see us that way."

"Promise to show me, before adjustments?"

"I promise Tony, now lets get out of the water it is freezing!" Tony laughed and helped Ziva flip the Jet Ski over. Once again they straddled the seat and zoomed off into the distance.

AUTHORS NOTE- SORRY THIS IS SHORT BUT I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO POST A FEW CHAPTERS, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK, READ AND REVIEW!