"I am telling you, this is a bad idea," Ziva said, looking warily at the sky.

"You're just saying that because you think it's too cold to be here," Tony said dismissively.

She gave him an irritated look. "It is too cold to be here but that is not the only reason this is a bad idea."

The main reason it was bad idea (because Tony did not pay any attention to her anymore when she said it was too cold) being that the sky was grey. Very grey. A dark grey. Grey from clouds that you could not even pick out individually because there was so many of them. And she may have not had a lot of experience with such clouds in Israel but she now had plenty since coming to America and she had enough of said experience to know that those clouds meant rain. A lot of rain. She did not want to be caught in a lot of rain and she was sure that Tony did not want to be either. He may not be as affected by the cold as she was but he also did not like being wet. No one liked getting wet from rain, it was just downright unpleasant.

"Just a quick walk. We'll be fine."

Ziva gave him and then the sky a suspicious look. The only reason she gave in was because Tony had more experience with this American weather than she did and he surely did not like being wet either so of course she trusted him to know how the weather would be. Also, the temperature had definitely dropped today, no matter what Tony said so a nice, quick walk was sure to warm her up so she may as well go along with it. And she supposed there was a certain attraction to the swelling waves today, the wind seemingly stirring them up more than usual. The crashing noise they made against the sand was exciting; she did love watching waves. And jumping over them for that matter but that was not going to happen today.

It turned out that yes, if you were walking quickly and talking to someone then you did not mind the cold so much. She could still feel it but it was not so bad. Even if Tony had snatched her gloves off her because it was "ridiculous to wear them in autumn". They had squabbled for a few minutes, each trying to get them off each other but that had only ended up with them having one each. Of course, she could quite easily incapacitate him and retrieve the second one if she really wanted to but she found that she did not. Not really. Even though, no matter what he said, her hands were cold. But the teasing and the brief scuffle had been fun for reasons she was not going to inspect too closely. And it did warm her up, when they came to a truce, they were both breathless and flushed.

A strange sight made her stop in her tracks despite the cold.

"Why do people go in the sea when it is cold?" She asked in astonishment.

Disapproving astonishment but still astonishment.

"Some people just can't take the cold. Or feel like they have something to prove."

"Prove what? That they don't care about freezing to death."

"Remind me to show you videos on polar bear swims."

"Polar bear swims? Polar bears swim in the arctic. We are not in the Arctic."

"No, not actual polar bears. Polar bear swims."

"I know polar bears swim, Tony, I just said that."

He made an exasperated noise at her. She did not know why; he was the one talking about polar bears when they were in America!

"I'm not talking about polar bears-"

"You were! You were talking about them swimming."

"It's the name of a challenge."

"You swim with polar bears over here?"

"No! There's no polar bears involved!"

"Then why do you call it that?"

"Because polar bears swim in cold water and the challenge is to swim in cold water."

"That sounds horrific."

"It is."

"You have tried this? With your lungs?"

"It was in college! And once was enough, thank you very much."

Ziva shook her head incredulously.

"You Americans do the strangest things."

"Says the woman who throw knives for a hobby."

"That is a useful skill to have!"

They got to the end of the beach - it really was not that long - and Tony gave her a smug look as they turned back.

"See, I told You we'd be fine. It's just a bit cold. Not wet at all."

Of course, it was this moment that the rain started. And it was not just a drizzle of water, no, it began to pour. As in drench you immediately and water seep through all of your clothes. It turned out that trusting Tony about the weather was a mistake. A big mistake.

Ziva did not think that she had ever ran so fast in her life. Not even when she had been chasing down the last member of a terror cell through the back streets of Cairo and that man had been fast. She could hear Tony on her heels but, for once, she did not turn around to check on him. Getting out of this rain was far more important that making sure they stayed together. He had long legs; he would be able to get under cover quick enough.

Wrenching the passenger door to the car open as soon as her fingers could wrap around the handle, she threw herself into the seat. Tony wasn't too far behind.

They both slammed their doors behind them as they all but dove into their seats. Seats that soon got wet from the water dripping off them. Tony shook his head to get rid of some water much to Ziva's dismay.

"You are getting me wet!"

"You're already wet."

"I do not need to be any wetter!"

They were silent for a few minutes while they tried to catch their breath and warm up a bit. The rain was cold and they had been soaked through. Until Ziva broke the silence.

"I told you that this was a bad idea."