A/N: When I wrote this Chapter, I was watching Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle. So, Rules 6 & 18.

The day went great for both Tony and Ziva. While they were waiting for the gates to open at the concert, Tony seemed distracted, to say the least.

"Ya know," Tony told Ziva, wrapping his arms around her, "when we get back to my place, I think I'm gonna have a problem getting you out of those pants."

Ziva was laughing more than usual, and it had nothing to do with watching 21 Jump Street five times in a row. "I doubt that, Tony. You have probably been practicing."

"Maybe. But I'm looking at possibly the tightest pair of pants you own. That's gonna be no easy task. I might have to cut you out of them." A familiar scent hit Tony's nostrils. "Someone's smoking pot around here."

"That would explain all of the smoke." Ziva looked behind her and saw Tony about to take a picture with his phone. "Delete the photo you just took of my ass."

"I didn't even take it yet." With all the marijuana smoke around them, it was hard not to breathe any in.

Ziva was quickly getting stoned from breathing in all the smoke. "Just relax... Tiger."

"Uh, 'Tiger,' Ziva?"

"You know... Like the breakfast cereal."

Tony feigned insult. "Oh, so now I'm a breakfast cereal?"

Ziva giggled again. "I could eat you for breakfast."

Tony wheeled Ziva around and looked at her eyes. "Yep. You're high."

Ziva looked at Tony's eyes. "So are you."

"I know. But I can hide it pretty good. You know- frat parties and all that."

Tony kissed Ziva again and spun her back around, resuming his previous pose of wrapping his arms around her. Tony started kissing Ziva's neck, and Ziva took the opportunity to snap a picture with her phone.

"Trying to get lucky, Tony?" Ziva asked.

"Well," Tony replied, "As Frank Sinatra put it, 'Luck be a lady tonight,' Zee-vah. Haha. I must be high. I'm quoting Sinatra at a Train concert."

"That is called a 'party foul,' yes?"

"That's the term, but it doesn't apply here. That would only apply if I quoted Sinatra at a Hollywood Undead concert." Tony was starting to get cottonmouth from talking while stoned. Ziva noticed.

"Are you getting cotton-mouthed, Tony?"

"How would you like a swift kiss on the mouth?"

Ziva started to laugh. "Did you mean to ask me if I wanted a kiss and it came out..." Ziva made fun of Tony's cottonmouth raving. He cut her off by placing that swift kiss on her mouth.

When they broke apart, Tony said, "DiNozzos don't get cotton-mouthed, sweetcheeks."

"I can see that."

"Well, you know how much I hate saying 'I told you so,' right?"

"You love to say that!"

"To McGeek, perhaps. But there are only three words that I want to say to you."

"What words are those?"

"I love you."

"I know," was Ziva's reply.

"Holy Star Wars reference, my ninja."

"You didn't let me finish. I love you too, Tony."

"Then what the hell's taken us so long?"

Ziva kissed Tony in reply.

"Best answer ever," Tony said.

A/N: Like I said. I was watching Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle. So, Rules 6 & 18.