Ziva hurries into the bathroom, her hand covering her mouth, she drops in front of the toilet vomiting, barely making it.

A concerned Tony appears in the doorway..."Are you okay?"

"Oh, yes, I enjoy clinging to the toilet just as I wake up, Tony."...She groans and quickly vomits again, she lifts her head, her eyes watering..."I hate you."...Ziva declared, before vomiting again.

Tony makes his way over, kneeling next to her, he gathers her hair, pulling it back and out of her face.

Ziva turns her head slightly..."I did not..."

"Shhh."...Tony softly starts to rub up and down her spine..."I love you, too."

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Tony knocks on McGee's apartment door and quickly looks at his watch, he knocks again..."Come on, McLazy, open the door."

The door slams opens, McGee stood in the doorway, sweating profusely, looking panicked..."Thank god you're here!"

"McGee?"...Tony asked..."You alright?"

"You have to help me, Tony...please!"...McGee frantically spoke..."I need you help me get rid of someone."

"I told Abby you were gonna kill someone, you're the Norman Bates type, quiet, but deadly...you don't wear your mother's clothes do you, McGoo?"...Tony walks through the door, moving into McGee's kitchen..."Ooh, Strawberry Poptarts."...Tony rips open a package, sliding the pastries into the toaster, pushing down the plunger..."This better be important, McGee, I left Ziva in the shower and she was all soaped up."

"It is Tony, I swear."

"Soaped up, McSudsy...completely."

"I'll do anything, just name it."

"Can you hack into the lottery and makes my numbers come up?"

McGee shook his head..."What?"

"I didn't think so...Constance needs a new laptop."

"Done, it'll be my Christmas present to her."

The Poptart pops up, Tony grabs them and takes a large bite out of one..."Shoot."...He said, his mouth open, sucking in air, trying not to burn himself.

"You know how to get rid of a woman, right?"

Tony turns, looking at McGee..."Huh?"

"You know, one night stands."

"Heh."...Tony grins, taking another bite..."Details...now."

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Constance stood in front of the Christmas tree, stringing it with lights.

"Constance?"...Ziva spoke, moving into the living room, her hair wet, dressed in a pink silk robe.

Constance turns, smiling..."Happy Hanukkah."

Ziva stops, seeing a unlit menorah sitting on the mantle over the fireplace..."What did he do?"

"Coffee table."...Constance laughs, turning back to the tree.

Ziva looks at the coffee table, seeing a small black box covered with a red ribbon and bow..."What is it?"

"One of eight."...Constance replied with a smile..."Open it."

Ziva sat down on the couch, lifting the box..."Do you know what he wants for Christmas?"

"Dad?"...Constance shook her head, grinning..."You two are a lot alike, waiting last minute and all."

"What did you get him?"

"I made Dad a photo scrapbook of everyone, I called your Aunt Nettie and she sent me all kinds of photos of you growing up."...Constance smiles, looking back for confirmation that it was okay..."You can look at it if you want, heck, if you want, you can say its from the both of us."

Ziva nods..."Please."...She takes off the ribbon and bow and opens the box, the contents sparkle as Constance turns on the tree lights, making her look at the tree.

"Ta-da!"...Constance exclaimed, stepping back, looking at the tree..."I think red and white lights were the way to go, don't you?"...Ziva didn't respond..."Ziva?"...Constance turns her head, looking back at her.

Ziva's head was down, sobbing uncontrollably.

Constance steps towards her, smiling..."They're just..."

"I told him that I hated him this morning."

Constance sits next to Ziva..."What did he do?"

"Nothing."...Ziva sniffles, wiping under her eyes..."And why can I not stop crying? I cried yesterday when I dropped a muffin on the floor, a muffin."

"Never heard of the five second rule, huh?"

"There was a hair on it!"...Ziva cried out, covering her face with both hands.

"Ahhh, hormones...something to look forward to if I ever have a child."...Constance turns Ziva towards her..."You don't hate him, well, you might, but you don't mean it, I promise."

"How do you know that?"...Ziva asked, opening up her hands.

"Well, what happened after you said it?"

Ziva just smiled.

"See."...Constance smiles back..."I know that smile anywhere, you two SO had sex."

"What?"...Ziva leans back..."You know my sex face?"

Constance chuckles..."Hello! I have two perfectly working ears. I can hear you two."

Ziva grits her teeth..."Sorry."

"Don't be, it may be ewwwwy to me, but I understand, sex is a part of life and well, from speaking to Abby, you two have been fawning over each other for years. You two have all that built up sexual tension and now that you're together, it was bound to explode, not to mention, your hormones, they're a..."

"Kalba."...Ziva sniffled.

Constance softly chuckled

"What?"

"Oh nothing, just another Hebrew curse word added to my ever-growing vocabulary."...Constance grins..."And hey, look on the bright side, I now know what to get you for Christmas...tissues."

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Tony was now sitting on the kitchen counter, he tosses the last of the Poptart in the direction of a begging Jethro, he catches the Poptart and quickly devours it..."Okay, let me get this straight, you met her after the basketball game yesterday at a bar you went to with the autopsy gremlin...and you don't know her name?"

"Nope."

"You sure you just don't want me to leave, she had sex with you, McGee, she sounds like a winner to me."

"Hell no, I want her gone."

"Jeez, what did she do?"

"She....she..."

"McSpit it out, McGee."

"She wants me to meet her parents."

"That must've been some good sex. Heh."...Tony drops off the counter..."You know what you are, McGee?"

"McScrewed."

"Heh. Exactly."...Tony shook his head..."The first rule of one night stands is the code: wham, bam, thank you, ma'am - nothing more, nothing less...you talked to her didn't you?"

McGee sighs..."Maybe."

"How long did you guys cuddle and talk?"

"Like an hour or two."

"Holy."...Tony coughs, almost choking..."Crap...and you don't know her name?"

McGee sheepishly shrugs his shoulders.

Tony pats McGee on the back..."Seeing how I'm probably gonna get blamed for this...where is she?"

"The bathroom, she's taking a shower."

"How about her purse?"

"On my desk."

Tony turns, seeing the purse..."You didn't look in it?"

"I'm a gentlemen, Tony."

"Said the guy who just banged a woman and doesn't know her name."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."...McGee groaned.

Tony grabs her purse as the door to the bedroom opens..."Tim."...She steps out, fully clothed, drying her hair with a towel.

Tony froze in place, letting go of the handle of her purse. The woman lowers the towel, seeing Tony..."Who are you?"

Tony quickly stands tall, placing his hand on his hip, speaking with a higher pitch..."The better question is, who are you, honey? And what are you doing in my house with MY man?"

The woman looks at Tony oddly..."What?"

"You heard me, what are you doin' with MY man?"

The woman looks at McGee..."Y-you're gay?"

McGee just stood there, stunned.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, Timmy, I leave for 3 days to visit my sick mom and you're cheatin' on me?! One with a vah jay jay, no less!"...Tony turns, slapping McGee on the face..."You bastard!"...He quickly moves out the door, making loud sobbing noises.

McGee looks at the woman..."Wait, it's not what you think!"

She moves over, grabbing her purse, she steps to McGee, slapping him on her way out the door..."I knew you were too good to be true!"

McGee moves to the doorway..."Does that mean I can't call you?"

She turns, giving him the middle finger.

"I'll take that as a no."...McGee declared, closing the door.

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Tony walks through the door into the kitchen, carrying a large brown paper sack. He walks through the kitchen, into the living room, he looks at the Christmas tree and smiles..."Hello?"...He called out.

"Doing laundry."...Ziva answered.

Tony moves to the laundry room, setting the bag on the dryer. He picks up Ziva, setting her on the washer, moving between her legs, giving her a kiss..."How was your day off? Feeling better?"

Ziva smiles, kissing him back.

"Hungry?"

"What do you got?"

"Lets see."...Tony reaches inside his bag, he pulls out a single red rose, handing it to her..."Watch out, it's th..."

"Ow."...She shakes her hand and looks at her finger, it was bleeding.

"Thorny."...Tony softly places his fingers around her wrist, bringing her hand up to his mouth and sucks, then kisses her finger..."Sorry."

She raises the rose to her nose, smelling it..."My blood taste good, yes?"

"A 1979 AB negative plasma."...Tony kisses his fingers, making a puckering sound..."Exquisite!"...He smirks, reaching back into the bag, pulling out a box..."Who wants Klowny Kakes?"

"I do!"...Ziva cheered.

"Heh. Lets see, what else did I get? Hmm."...Tony digs through the bag, he starts pulling items out of the bag, placing them in front of the bag..."Lo Mein with chicken fried rice, 11 fortune cookies and a Berry Mango Madness...and for Constance."

"She went over to Gibbs'."

"Why?"

Ziva leans forward and whispers in Tony's ear.

He pulls back..."Tonight?"

She smiles and kisses him..."Yes."