Rose: I usually like guys who are a little more mature...
Ziva: Older...?
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"She was hot…if I was the boss, I'd be all over that."
"That has a name Tony." Ziva commented as she peered out the car window.
"I'm just saying…the boss seems to be getting hit on a lot more lately."
"Jealous?" She questioned, adding a small smile.
"Ha…of the boss?" He smirked, and then thought for a minute. "It's not like I want to be the guy or anything."
"Please Tony…you are nothing short of building a boat in your basement."
"I don't have a basement." He countered.
"Yet…"
Tony stifled a laugh as he brought his focus back to the road. "The guys been divorced three times…hardly something to aspire to."
"Sure you will not be his exact person…but you cannot deny you're respiration."
"Aspiration…" He corrected, taking in a deep obnoxious breath to explain the difference. "And sure I might admire some of his qualities…I mean that silver hair is pretty hot…"
She scoffed. "It is nothing to be ashamed of Tony. He is a fine man."
Tony eyed her curiously. "Just how fine is he Ziva?"
"Do not make this about me."
"Oh but it is. So tell me, what else about the boss do you admire?" He sent her a playful wink and tried to maneuver away from the punch in the shoulder he was about to receive but failed. "Ow."
"Next time I will not punch you in the shoulder."
He managed a small smile. "Gibbs and Ziva sitting in a tree…K-I-S-S-I-N-G…"
"Shut up Tony…"
"First come loves, then comes marriage…then comes a blue eyed assassin in the baby carriage…"
Ziva reached for his ear and pinched it hard. She watched him cringe and bring the car to a stop. "Okay, okay…uncle."
"What does your uncle have to do with this?"
He rubbed at his ear and shook his head. "He's got silver hair too…I can give him a call if you're interested?"