Ziva glanced across at her companion and was pleased to see Tim looking more relaxed. He had put his ever present file of notes down and was currently reading the paper at the breakfast table by the window. His tie was draped tidily across the back of the chair and his jacket was already neatly hanging in the closet. She smiled as she noticed him repeatedly sort of twisting and scrunching up the toes on his left foot against the carpet. Was that a habit of his that she had never noticed before? Did he always do that? She hadn't spent anytime time around McGee while he was barefoot. She found it rather endearing as if his foot was completely separate from the rest of him as he thoughtfully considered the detailed articles before him.

Ziva had been extremely pleased to hear McGee's happy boyish laugh when she entered the lobby this afternoon. She had been feeling slightly guilty that she was having such a wonderful time while his days seemed to be causing him nothing but anxiety.

When he had joined her in their room he had spent nearly an hour telling her all about his day and his new found friends and what their plans for tomorrow were to be. He had also attempted to explain a story about a storage cupboard, a timed security lock, a bag of bat poo and an angry customs officer that made no sense to her but that McGee found hilarious. Apparently it was one of those you had to be there moments.

Ziva stood in the bathroom and repeatedly brushed her thick hair until it was shining before tying it back off her face. She had spent an exhausting day shopping and generally being paid to spend money on sultry and seductive clothes. Initially she hadn't been sure she could take up an entire day simply shopping but as the day wore on she found herself almost running out of time as she back tracked to this little boutique for a belt to match what she had already brought or to that shoe store for a particular shade of lime green snake skin heels. She had run several eager shop assistants ragged as she considered first one dress then another and proceeded to buy both when she wasn't sure. Well of course she did. That's what Damita would have done.

It had all been worth the effort though as once she had been able to calm Tim down (his relief at surviving his first day was palpable) she had opened a bottle of expensive wine she had brought, poured him a large glass and asked him for his help in a most difficult matter. Tim had of course instantly become serious and given her his full attention, his brow furrowing in concern. Ziva had patted his cheek, slipped into the bathroom to change into a sparkling gown before quickly returning carrying yet another dress in her hands.

"Now do you prefer this one? Or this one?" Ziva sashayed across the room her hips swaying as Tim laughed relieved that it wasn't anything serious.

Ziva had delighted in being able to playfully tease Tim as she paraded her purchases daringly in front of him and asked him for his opinion while watching him smile shyly at her and squirm from his position deep in the couch cushions.

Ziva returned her attention to the mirror and attempted to sigh dramatically before almost laughing at herself. Really being Tim's wife was proving to be just dreadful.

Tomorrow she had a harrowing day booked in at the Hotel day spa where she would be primped and steamed, massaged and plucked. If she could possibly fit it in she might be able to do a yoga class as well. Perhaps after her strawberry vodka face mask treatment?

She had truly got the best end of this undercover operation. This might become the first operation where she came out looking better than when she went in. Generally she came out a bit battered and bruised and the best she could hope for was a slight tan from being out of the office.

The day after tomorrow she was booked to have her hair done. Apparently when Damita had her hair done it was a full color, cut, wash, blow dry and style AND always accompanied by a special conditioning treatment and Japanese head massage. The salon had indicated a process of some hours and assured her that they would have platters of fresh fruit and tiny French pastries and organic cookies to ensure she wouldn't starve.

Ziva looked at herself in the mirror and studied her profile moving her head from side to side. Should she take the opportunity to go a little wild? Was it time for a bit of a change? Should she consider some chocolate or mahogany highlights? Perhaps a deep blueberry/violet under tint to catch the light?

Ziva caught herself considering asking Tim what he thought as she pouted and preened in the mirror piling her hair on top of her head and turning first one way then the other.

Sensing someone behind her Ziva whipped around to find Tim smiling at her his green eyes dancing with amusement. Ziva dropped her hands down and tried not to look embarrassed at being caught.

"What are you doing Damita?"

She could hear the laughter and curiosity in Tim's voice and she couldn't help smiling back.

She turned with a teasing Damita smile and ran her hand up his chest before hooking it around his neck.

"I was just considering if I should do something different with my hair. I have an appointment with the salon the day after tomorrow."

Tim smiled at Ziva in his arms. Just when you think she was the efficient super assassin you find her making kissy faces in the mirror like a teenage girl before her first date.

Tim softly ran his hands through Ziva's thick tresses examining them before he smiled down at her.

"Oh no. I don't think you should change anything. Your hair is perfect just the way it is."

And Tim smiled at her with his big eyes soft and open. Ziva held her breath as she realized that he honestly thought her hair was wonderful just the way it was. There was no pretence, no guile, no snide remarks. She buried the thrill she had felt as he had run his fingers through her hair. She blinked as she looked up at him trying to break the spell.

"What would you like to do for something to eat my Little Princess? Would you like to show off some of those clothes of yours and go out to dinner somewhere nice?"

Tim's voice was teasing, soft and warm and Ziva found herself shaking her head. She didn't want to go out in the noise and the bustle. She had been doing that all day. She just wanted to stay here with him and listen to him tell her more about his day. To make him smile and blush as his eyes followed her around the room.

Because that was what Damita and Toby would have done. Yes. That seemed right. That was the only reason.

"No. Thank you but……how about we just order room service tonight and stay in? I have been running around all day and I'm a little tired. Shopping takes a lot out of you. I think I might have a bath later?"

Tim dropped a little kiss on the top of her head smiling at himself as he wondered how many times he had wanted to do that when she had stood beside him at the filing cabinets.

"Oh I will run one for you. Room service will take a while anyway…"

Ziva watched in amazement as Tim gathered up a thick plush robe, bubble bath and towel and started filling the extra large spa bath with water, carefully testing the temperature with his fingertips as he knelt on the floor. No one had ever run a bath for her before.

Ziva had the feeling that a woman like Damita had baths run for her. She smiled and felt her mischievous spark of earlier rise up with a vengeance.

"Why don't you join me Toby?"

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"Room service?"

"We're in here" Ziva called out

Tony shook his head as he negotiated the cart through the doorway into the room. What were they doing in the bathroom? What were they doing ordering oysters, champagne and lobster tails for dinner? Sure they were undercover but they were an undercover married couple. Surely the marital fires had burnt out by now between the beauty and the geek?

Tony stood in the doorway and stared.

Ziva lay back in the large bath up to her bare shoulders in foaming bubbles. She looked like a goddess fantasy with her long dark hair streaming around her shoulders and her rich skin damp and tantalizingly bare. But what was currently distorting Tony's reality was McGee apparently naked sitting in front of her carefully painting the toenails on her small left foot, which was propped up on the side of the bath. McGee was hunched over and concentrating with ferocity on the tiny curved nails as he held the scarlet lacquer in one hand and the small brush in the other. He was wearing the look he wore when he was trying to do something surprisingly difficult.

His hair was wet and his tall frame seemed to occupy much of the remaining space in the large bath. He didn't even seem to notice Tony standing in the doorway as he concentrated, his eyelashes spiked and wet and his bottom lipped pushed out into a pout.

Ziva idly scratched her nails into Tim's bare back, slowly dragging light red marks across his pale broad shoulders which vanished in time for her to make some more. He seemed to like it when she did that, sometimes shifting his weight slightly directing her to a different spot he wanted scratched. His warm wet skin was so pale and responsive. Perhaps? Did she dare? Tony had accused her of not having enough fun. Ziva considered her idea with a smirk. Maybe she just might….?

"Thank you. Just leave it there" Ziva smiled at Tony before returning her attention to trying not to squirm as Tim tickled her feet as he held them while he painted.

Tony turned and walked out feeling unsettled. McGee was wearing swimming trucks. He must be. So was Ziva. A tiny bikini with the straps down. It just looked like they were both naked. It was all those bubbles. And the rose scented bathwater. And the oysters and champagne. And the clothes that seemed to be scattered around the room. This was their job. To look like they were…well together. They were just very good at their job.

Tony muttered under his breath as he walked down the hallway. There was no way he had just seen McGee and Ziva naked in a bath together. No way.

As Tony passed the door across the hall closed with a gentle click.