Tony and Ziva were now leaning against the end of the bed, sitting on the floor. She lifted her hand to his chin, turning his face towards her, "You are not your father, Tony."

"Neither are you." Tony replied.

"Thank God." They both replied, making each other laugh.

Tony rubbed at his eyes, sniffing. He looked at his watch, "Two hours and this'll all be over."

"Do not forget about our dance."

"I haven't."

"Good." Ziva replied with a smile. Tony started to get up, but she grabbed his hand, "Tony."

Tony sat back down, looking at her, "Yeah?"

"Why did you not come back to bed last night? After you, you know."

"Awkwardness, I guess. It's not easy coming back and saying, 'Oops! Sorry I almost puked on ya.' you know what I mean?"

"But I made you do it."

"Ziva, I had like six pounds of food in my stomach, it was bound to happen."

"And the kiss?"

Tony looked down as he scratched at the carpet with his fingernails, "I, I just wanted to kiss you."

"Why?"

"Do I need a reason?"

"I would like one."

"You make me happy."

"In what way?"

"You ask a lot of questions, Ziva."

"Humor me."

"You make me smile."

"All girls make you smile, Tony."

"Not like you."

Ziva reached out with her hand, turning his face back to her, "Show me." She said, smiling.

As soon as Tony saw her smile, a smile appeared on his face.

Ziva touched his lips with the tip of middle finger, sliding it down the length of his chin, "Then why did you sleep with Brenda Bittner?"

Tony's head fell back, "Huh? Who?"

"Tony."

"What does this have to do with anything?"

"I want to know."

"But why?"

"Just answer the question, please."

Tony tilted his head, looking at her oddly, but finally gave in answering the question, "Would you accept: to see if my plumbing still worked?"

"No."

"Well, it's the truth, kinda, that and she actually wanted to have sex with me and uhh, believe me, it had been a long, long time."

Ziva laughed, "Long for you is three weeks."

Tony stood up, "Naw, it was more like three years."

Ziva squinted at Tony and realized he was telling the truth, "Jeanne?"

Tony didn't answer as he walked into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror, splashing water on his face.

Ziva spun him around, "What were you waiting for, Tony?"

Tony laid his chin to his chest and sighed, "My heart to heal."

Ziva placed her hand over Tony's heart, "And has it?"

Tony shrugged his shoulders, "How much time do you need to get ready?"

"For what?" Ziva asked, confused.

"The wedding."

"Oh, an hour or so, why?"

"I'm gonna go and give you some privacy." Tony passed through the bathroom doorway.

"Tony." Ziva said, taking a step towards him.

Tony stopped, but didn't turn around.

"My hair."

"What about it?"

"Up or down?"

"Down. I love it down." Tony answered and walked out the front door of the beach house almost running into his father, "Dad?"

"Do you have any of those pills left?"

"What the aspirins? Nope, I took them all."

Senior started to laugh hard.

Tony stared at his father, "What's so damn funny, Dad?"

"Those weren't aspirins, Junior." Senior continued to laugh.

"Then what were they?"

"Viagra."

"Are you serious?"

"How many times did you and Ziva do the deed, Junior?" Senior grinned. Tony started to panic, he quickly turned around and moved back into his beach house, "Going back for more, huh?" A loud, consistant thud was coming through the door, making Senior's grin widen, "Now that's MY boy!"

"Tony, is that you?" Ziva called out, moving to the bathroom doorway. Tony was pounding his forehead into the wall, "Tony!"

Tony rotated his head from the wall looking at her, she was covering herself with a towel. He quickly looked away, "Oh god!"

Ziva rolled her eyes, "You have seen me naked before, it is not a big deal."

"No, but it's going to become one." Ziva took several steps towards him, "Stay back!" Tony urged.

"You are not not making sense."

"A lot of things aren't making sense right now, Ziva." Tony shook his head, "Like, how I was outside for like a minute and you're already naked."

"Most men would consider that a good thing, Tony."

Tony swung his eyes back towards Ziva, she was smirking as she dropped her towel on purpose, teasing him. He ogled her beautiful, well-toned body and like clockwork, his pants became noticeably tighter. He gulped hard and darted past her, slamming the bathroom door behind him.

Ziva picked up her towel and moved over to the door, she turned the knob, but it was locked, "Tony, what are you doing?" She asked, hearing the shower turning on, "Tony?" She knocked harder.

Moments later, the door opened, Ziva stepped through seeing Tony's shoes, pants and shirt left on a floor like a make-shift trail. She moved to the shower door, opening it, "What's wrong, To..." She stopped mid-sentence, left speechless as she watched him pleasuring himself. She tilted her head slightly, flashing a tiny smile.

"Hey!" Tony yelled.

Ziva gasped as Tony closed the door. She raised her hands to her face, covering it entirely with her hands, embarrassed.

"Are you still there?" Tony asked.

Ziva slowly slid her hands down her face, revealing her eyes, then her nose, finally her mouth, "Yes." She whispered.

"Wwwwwhyyyyy?" Tony whined, "I'll never live this down."

Ziva laughed, "It is a natural thing, Tony, I do it all the time." She stated, then smacked her hands back to her face, not believing she just said that.

"Aww, man, I'm still wearing my socks." Tony groaned.

"All I remember is the huge penis." Ziva blurted out, unable to stop herself. she buried her face in her hands once again, "Please tell me I just did not say that."

Tony laughed out of frustration, "You're totally not helping, Ziva. Please leave." He pleaded, "I'm begging you."

"I could give you a hand." Ziva said, not meaning it as a joke, "That did not come out right, I mean, wait, that did not, you know...either. Jeez, I must sound like a huge jerk right now, no, I..."

"Ziva, stop!"

"I have been trying to!" Ziva exclaimed, lost in thought, "My mind is filled with visions of you naked, help me!"

"Help...you? My dad tricks me into overdosing on Viagra, then you catch me trying to slay the beast and you want me help you? How am I suppose to help you, Ziva? Huh?"

A knock on the door breaks the tension in the room. Ziva turned, wrapping her towel tightly and made her way to the door, opening it, "Yes?"

Savannah was standing holding two large rectangular boxes, "These are for you."

Savannah dropped them into Ziva's arms, "What are they?"

"Your outfits."

Ziva slid her head to the side, looking around the boxes at Savannah, "Outfits? What outfits?"

Savannah smiled, "You'll see." She stepped back, "I hope you like the color."

"Wait, is this a dress? No, no, no, no, no, no, NO! I'm not wearing it! I spend six hours with Abby and McGee shopping, I tried on 14 dresses and countless pairs of shoes and I even bought new underwear! Hello?" Ziva turned her body, but Savannah was gone, "TONY!"

Ziva dropped the boxes on the bed and walked back into the bathroom, "I HATE her, Tony!"

"Yeah, she's a bitch, blah blah blah, we all know it, anyway...I have some good news and some bad news." Tony announced.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, the good news is I've found the cure for Viagra."

"Which is?"

"The thought of dress shopping with McGee, instant limpness."

"Good! And the bad?"

"You yelling at me?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, lets just say, I'm gonna have to have you talk about McGee again, very slowly."

Author Note #1 - Vapor rub tastes nasty...don't ask.