At 1800, the pot was beginning to be extinguished. The gates opened at 1900 exactly. After breathing in so much marijuana smoke, Ziva swore she saw Gibbs in front of her and Tony.
"Gibbs," she whispered in Tony's ear.
"Where?" Tony was starting to get a little jumpy.
"Right in front of us."
"That's not Gibbs."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because, my ninja, if that really was Gibbs, he would have turned around by now because we both said his name more than once. And, we both woulda taken a head-slap for breaking Rule 12."
"That is a good point. But who is to say that he does not know already?"
"A couple of things. First: He hasn't said anything. Second: This is only our first date. So if he knows we're together, he'd have to have cameras all over Washington. And I doubt that Gibbs has the technological ability to... He's right behind me, isn't he?"
Ziva looked and shook her head.
"Good," Tony said. "I don't wanna die just yet."
The stadium filled up rather quickly, and pretty soon, Tony and Ziva were crammed as close as they could get without literally crawling inside each other.
"Well, this is comfortable," Tony said.
"Why?" Ziva replied. "Because we are so close?"
"Oh, yeah."
Ziva gasped when she felt Tony's hand inside her thigh. "Keep your hands above my waist, Tony."
"No promises." Tony buried his face in Ziva's neck again.