Last Monday.
Tony was running to catch Ziva on the elevator. Gibbs and McGee had already gone home for the day, so this was going to be a lot easier.
As he got on the elevator, he looked at her.
"Tony, do I have something in my teeth?" Ziva asked.
"No," he replied. Before Ziva could get another word out, Tony asked her. "What are you doing Saturday night?"
"Nothing. Why?"
"Well, I have a pair of tickets for a concert on Saturday night. I was kind of hoping you'd wanna go."
"Who is performing?"
"Train."
"I have never heard of them."
"Yeah, you have. You just don't know it."
"Name some of their songs."
"Drops of Jupiter. Hey, Soul Sister. If It's Love. Marry Me. Save Me, San Francisco."
"Those are familiar. I have heard them after all."
"Told ya. So, yes or no?"
Ziva thought about it for a minute. "There is nothing I would like better than to spend Saturday with you."
Tony grinned from ear to ear. Wanting an excuse to be near Ziva for a little longer, he walked her to her car, saying he did it because "you never know what kind of creepy perverts could be lurking around here at night."
"And you would keep them away?" She asked.
"Where do you think they learned their tricks? I know all of them."
"That does not exactly make me feel safe."
"Well, I didn't teach them all of my tricks. The master always withholds from the student."
"Is that a good thing?"
"In this case, yes."
Ziva stopped abruptly, and Tony had to double back. He had seen Ziva's Mini Cooper before, but he still had to laugh at it.
"Shut up, Tony."
"I laugh just about every time I see your car."
"I will see you tomorrow," Ziva said as she got in her car. Tony walked over to her.
"There's only one way to make the best Monday ever get even better," he said.
"And how is that?"
Tony leaned in and kissed Ziva. Much to his surprise, she kissed him back. There was too much that had gone unsaid between them for years, and they both put most of it in that kiss.
When they broke apart, they both looked like they had been clubbed over their heads. "See you tomorrow," was all they managed to say to each other. When Tony walked away, he had a bit of a spring in his step.