November 7th, 2005
By the time they had reached the evening prior to their mission, the pair was able to iron out most of the details. They agreed on a shared history, likes and dislikes, how exactly they'd act… well, for the most part, on that last point. There were still some lingering questions hanging in their makeshift headquarters of the conference room, mostly on Tony's end. Mostly regarding the more intimate parts of their assignment. They hadn't discussed that much, save for their initial conversation on the matter a little over a day ago.
He watched her, while she was reviewing her notes. He was still in a state of disbelief that he was put into this situation with her. Hell, he could still barely believe that a woman as mysterious and beautiful as her had become a regular feature in his life. And now, that very beauty was sitting across from him, reviewing details about a life they never had together. God, she really was beautiful…
"Can I help you with something, Tony?" Ziva asked, not lifting her head.
"No, why would I need—"
"—You are staring," Ziva stated.
"I am not!" Tony protested. His mind had wandered, again. He really had to stop doing that…
"Can I help you with something?" Ziva repeated, a little more sternly this time.
Tony thought carefully for a moment before speaking. "Just how far do I get to go with you, anyways? For the next few days. How far is too far? I just want to know before I find out the hard way and you put a knife to my throat, or… somewhere else." He winced at the thought.
Ziva smirked. "You are still thinking about that? That is just one small part of the mission, Tony. You should be focusing on our main objective."
"Yeah, I know, I know…" Tony agreed. He was silent for a few moments before speaking again. "But seriously, should we agree on a safe word, or something?"
"Why?" Ziva asked. "I do not plan on needing one."
Tony had even more questions after that.