Tonight's episode was really sweet. I really liked the dedication at the end, though I don't personally know anyone who served in World War II.
Disclaimer: I don't own the title of the chapter, Gaelic Storm does.
If Good Times Were Dollars, I Would Be A Millionaire
Ziva looks at Tony as the two agents get in the elevator and head to the parking garage.
"Checking your Jedi mind powers?" Tony asks suddenly wondering how he has been graced with a stare from the American Israeli Ninja.
"No, I was just thinking what you would do if you had a million dollars sitting in your bank account." Ziva states as she looks up at the number changing on the elevator's number panel.
"If I had a million dollars?" Tony questions as the doors to the metal box open.
"Yes. What would you do?" Ziva restates honestly curious over her partner's reaction.
"I would probably pay you off." The man jokes. Not expecting the answer, Ziva turns quickly.
"Why would you need to pay me off?" Ziva questions as images of Tony with black rings around his eyes and a water bottle hovering above his head enters her brain.
"You know I'm joking right?" Tony asks her as they stop near one of the cement pillars of the garage.
"Yes, but what would you need to pay me off for? I would be paying you off yes?" Ziva honestly queries.
"Technically, yeah. But there are things like, oh, I don't know, pictures of me stealing McGee's food? The time the guy in South America took my money? All the times you've threatened to kill me with a paperclip?" Tony offers.
"That was once Tony. You are exaggerating." The woman protests before adding, "And I did not take a picture of you acting like a hog."
"The term is pig. Besides, you waited a while before telling us to stop." Tony remarks. Ziva smirks.
"It is not every day I get to see my co- workers acting like children." Ziva replies smugly.
"Yeah, it's normally McGee." Tony answers nonchalantly as he tugs at his coat.
"Are you calling me a child, Tony?" Ziva asks, her eyes narrowing slightly as she hits him lightly on the arm.
"Hey! I didn't call you a child." Tony says. "You put words in my mouth."
"I did not put—" Ziva starts when she sees her partner's eyes grow wide.
"I just thought of something." Tony tells the woman after he sees the questioning look on her face.
"What?" She asks wondering if he remembered the phone call to her Aunt Nettie.
"Maybe we should be paying McGee money." He states. Ziva's eyes go wide now as she realizes what Tony has said. Over the years, the third agent had witnessed a lot between the two agents. The staring contest the partners had in the bullpen a few years ago was probably at the top of the list. Swallowing, the two agents decided it was best to part ways quietly each knowing they would be bickering the same way again tomorrow.
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