After the little incident of Gibbs catching them with Ziva's pictures (well, technically his of Ziva but whatever) they had both separately come to the agreement not to even try to look at the pictures in work again. Not that he had been going to because he could see that Ziva had hit a limit- an emotional one but still a limit - and he wasn't about to go and try and cross it. Though, maybe if their day had dragged on a bit he might have tried. Ziva might have got back into the mood with enough time but Gibbs coming across them had pretty much nixed it. They weren't even pictures of him and he felt embarrassed for her.

So, no pictures it was. And back to work. Which seemed even more boring after everything. Ah, such was the life of a federal agent. Tony wondered if he could push his luck and start lobbing pen caps at her? He wasnt stupid enough to use paperclips but pen caps were pretty harmless, right? He also seemed to have an awful lot of them for whatever reason and surely this was a good way to get rid of them? Eyeing the long part of them, the part that was used to attach it to paper, the part that technically could be sharpened and decided that it wasn't worth the risk.

He actually behaved for the rest of the day, believe it or not. Well, mostly, but riling up McGee didn't count.

It was a good thing it was their movie night tonight. It would just be the two of them, in her apartment and no one else. A perfect time to look at pictures again. He'd liked hearing stories of a little Ziva and her sister. They were funny and Ziva got this soft and affectionate look in her eyes and she was relaxed and it was just nice, you know?

Sure, she had gone awfully quiet at one point with this sort of sad and whimsical look on her face earlier. He hadn't liked that look. He didn't like the idea of simple childhood memories bringing up that look. So, he had teased her and put a stop to the remembering. As he had said before, emotional limits had been hit.

"You are going to have to share some of your memories," Ziva informed him as they walked out of the building together before he even got a chance to say anything.

He gave her a confused look. "Excuse me?"

She waved the photos that he had given to her. Something that he was now starting to vaguely regret. Mainly because she looked triumphant. Had he looked like that when he got hers?

"Your memories. What was happening in these photos."

He shrugged, trying to pass it off like it was no big deal.

"Okay but I can't remember a lot. I was really young and that happened a longer time ago than for you."

"You are only twelve years older than me Tony."

He scrunched up his nose at the reminder of his age. He didn't like to think of himself as getting old, thank you very much. Because he wasn't. Getting old, that was. DiNozzos didn't get old.

"Yeah, yeah. Come on, no one needs to overhear all this," he deflected, looking around the parking lot.

It looked like no one was here but you never knew. Thankfully, she nodded her agreement.

"See you at my place?"

"I'll bring the movie," he reassured her, as usual.

"What are you even holding in this picture?" She asked, pointing to the blurred thing in his hands.

She had spread the photos put on her coffee table, he hadn't even got a chance to put the disk in her laptop yet. At least she had let him take off his coat and shoes. Didn't even complain about his feet smelling like she usually did.

Tony leaned over and couldn't help but laugh out loud at that one. Of course that was the one she asked about first. Of course it was.

"Um, I'm pretty sure that you don't want to know."

"I do want to know. That is why I asked."

He shook his head. "You really don't."

She narrowed her eyes. "I do."

"You don't."

They went back and forth like that for about a minute, Tony alternating between trying not to laugh and being serious so that Ziva would be dissuaded from wondering why it was so funny. Needless to say, it didn't work.

"Its underwear, okay?" He finally said, letting his Italian shine through and throwing his hands in the air. "It's underwear."

Looking vaguely disgusted, she scrunched her nose up.

"Yours?"

"What? No! Why would it be mine?"

"Why would you be holding someone else's underwear?"

Okay, that was a good point. But still. He wouldn't be waving his own underwear around triumphantly like that.

"Because I stole it?"

"Why did you steal it?"

Now she was looking at him like he was crazy. Which he wasnt. He wasn't!

"Because it was there on the towel when he got changed into his swim shorts and I thought it would be funny."

She raised an eyebrow. "And was it?"

He gestured to the photo.

"Yes."

She looked to the photo again and shook her head.

"You wouldn't understand, you're a girl."
And that was the wrong thing to say. That was a level two glare. Abort. Abort.

"I think I also buried that cousin in the sand and pretended that the tide was going to come in on him."

A snort of laughter escaped her as she tried to sound disapproving, "Tony!"

"It was going out!" He defended himself. "I wouldn't actually do that to someone!"

He'd gotten a fright with the incoming tide when he was like ten. Almost got trapped on a beach with no steps or easy rocks to climb as the waves came crashing in. Thank God for his Uncle and his long arms that's all he was saying. Tony remembered banging his knee off the rocks as he was unceremoniously yanked upwards. Now that had been an adventure that he would rather not have had.