The combination of beer, bourbon, pizza, 21 Jump Street and Ziva racing in and out of his mind produced some of the strangest dreams Tony ever had. Factor in that he had passed out on his couch, and he was sure to have strange dreams.

The only normal dream he had was one with very graphic detail as to what he wanted to do with Ziva with the doors locked.

At about 0600, Tony's cell phone started to ring. He was pulled out of his best Ziva dream ever, so he was more than a little upset.

Assuming that McGee was calling him, he answered saying, "Ziva better be dead if you're calling me at 6:00 on a Saturday Morning, Probie."

"Tony, I am not dead. I have been knocking on your door for the last fifteen minutes." It was Ziva.

Tony rolled off the couch and hit the floor with a very audible 'thud' that Ziva heard from outside Tony's apartment. He opened the door, rubbing his head and muttering obscenities in Italian.

"Hey," he said when he saw Ziva. "Come in."

Ziva stepped under Tony's outstretched arm into his apartment. Tony closed the door and turned to look at Ziva.

"Not that I mind," Tony said, checking the time on his phone, "but the concert doesn't start for another fourteen hours."

"Did you get my text?"

"I was asleep by 2300. When did you send it?"

"Midnight."

Tony checked his phone. Sure enough, he had an un-read text message from Ziva. After reading it, Tony tossed his phone aside, smiling. He grabbed Ziva and lifted her off the ground, kissing her.

Ziva wrapped her legs around Tony, and almost immediately, she said, "Tony, that is not your knee."

"You got me this time." Tony smiled, and Ziva laughed. "Before we go any farther," Tony continued, "I just wanna say I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry that I didn't have the balls to do this seven years ago." Tony kissed Ziva again and set her on the couch. "I hope that tonight makes up for it."

"It is going to take more than a concert date. But it is a start."

"Hmm. How about this: Why don't we spend the day together, and top it off with dinner and a concert?"

"And then we could come back here and..." Ziva trailed off and started to giggle.

Tony smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Reading my dreams again?"

"No, just your face. You are so predictable, Tony."

"If I'm so predictable, explain why I passed out a quarter of the way into a movie."

Ziva pushed Tony off of her, sat up, and looked around. "Empty beer bottles. A half eaten pizza. Four and a half bottles of bourbon... You were having a party."

Tony sat back down on his couch. "Why would I put on a movie if a party were going on? I wouldn't, sweetcheeks."

"What movie were you watching?"

"21 Jump Street. It's about two cops, played by Jonah Hill and Channing Tatum, that are part of a special unit that get sent under cover in high schools simply because they look young. It's a re-make of the old 1980's TV show. D'you wanna watch it?"

"Is it any good?"

"It's an awesome movie. And before you ask, I saw it when it hit the theaters."

"Are there any explosions?"

"You and your explosions. Yes. A couple minor ones and a big one."

Ziva smiled a bit and curled up closer to Tony. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she wrapped an arm around his waist.

Tony angled his head down. "I can see down your shirt right now," he joked, "and that view is better than any movie." Ziva playfully punched Tony on the arm, and Tony turned away and put a look of pain on his face.

"Wimp," Ziva joked.