The week continued, the pool case was solved, other cases same and went, and nothing all that memorable occurred. The only thing to even hint about the incident between Tony and Ziva was how she would give him the cold shoulder, ignoring him every chance she could, and on occasion, even pulling little jabs like she had I the doorway, shoving or jostling him. But not much, she wasn't that petty- only when he tried to get a rise out of her did she actually jab him. And their life continued without incident until Friday afternoon. Then they were in Abby's lab- more out of boredom than anything else. They were hiding from the stacks of paperwork that were quickly piling up on their desks, when Ziva asked Abby what kind of car she had.

"The kind that has wheels." Abby replied from where she was sitting on the floor, hugging her stuffed hippo. She was also hiding from her paperwork. She just took it a little bit more literally than the others did though. "Why, do you need a car this weekend?"

"I am moving to a new apartment, and I need a truck."

"Why don't you ask McGee?" Ziva laughed a bit.

"McGee doesn't own a truck." McGee looked up, his face seemed somewhere between irritated and shock. Probably because Ziva was right.

"Well what if I do own a truck?" Ziva smiled but rolled her eyes slightly.

"You don't." She said firmly. Tony perked up a bit; here was a chance to get back on Ziva's good side. He still wasn't convinced he'd done anything to deserve her wrath, but one could only go so long with an assassin pissed off at you before you became ever so slightly paranoid.

"I've got a SUV. Pretty big, I'm sure we could carry whatever it was you needed that truck for." Ziva looked pissed- she couldn't turn down the offer without drawing attention from the others to her little conflict with Tony, and she did need the car.

"Fine." She answered shortly, before heading for the lab's door.

"Where are you going?" Abby called after her.

"Paperwork." Ziva replied shortly.

"Hey, I'll pick you up at your place when?" Ziva stopped short of actually exiting the lab.

"What?"

"Me. Pick you up. When?" She came back, invading his personal space to glare at him.

"I'm borrowing your car. You are not driving me around."

"Hey, no DiNozzo, no car." Ziva glared at him for a few moments more. Then turned and left.

"My place. 0700 sharp."

"But tomorrow's Sunday!"

"I am well aware of that." Only after they had all gone home that evening did Tony remember that he never asked Ziva what she needed the car for. Knowing Ziva, he hoped that it didn't involve blood. Or bodies.

+++ Yes, this one is short, but it's more of a bridge chapter. Let me know what you think!+++