"Tony, what on earth are you doing?" Ziva asked, bewildered.

For good reason because this wasn't something that he usually did. Well, not something he'd done in a long, long time a high was basically the same thing.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He asked, stopping momentarily to look over at her.

"It looks like you are digging a ridiculously big hole."

"Thays exactly what I'm doing," he said, continuing doing just that.

Granted, he wasn't doing it particularly effectively considering he was using one of the plastic spades that they had bought a while ago. And yes, they had bought a spade and no bucket. He couldn't remember why they had done it but he wasn't complaining now, it was coming in handy. Even if it was slow going. Wet, dense sand and cheap plastic weren't exactly the best combination.

"But why?"

Why would someone spend time digging a hole for no reason? Well, she assumed it was for no reason because they did not have anything that they wanted to hide, like a body or important items. Well, she did not and she assumed that Tony did not either. He would have told her if he had. And she would be helping if that was the case.

But that was not the case and yet he was digging a hole. A big hole. And she would like to know why.

He stood up and wiped the sweat off his brow, his face was very shiny.

"When I was like seven, I dug a hole so deep that I could stand in it and you could only see the top of my head."

She looked at him and then at his home critically.

"I think you are going to need a much deeper hole if you wish to do that now."

Tony looked down at his feet and then back at her and then down at his feet again. His knees weren't even in the hole yet, he had a lot of work ahead of him. Tony seemed to realise this too and a disappointed look appeared on his face but then he looked happy again and she immediately got suspicious. That look never boded well for wither of them.

"Hey, you're smaller than me, I just need to dig a hole the same height as you."

She made an outraged noise; she was not that small. Ignoring the fact that she had to look up to him normally. That didn't mean anything. Maybe He was just freakishly tall.

"I am not Getting in your hole."

Why did that sound vaguely dirty? Apparently, Tony thought so too because he paused in his dogging to smirk at her. She pointedly ignored him.

"Not even once?" He asked innocently.

"No."

"I could just reach over and yank you in," he mused while eyeing her up and down.

"I will bury you in your hole so that no one will ever find you if you try," she threatened.

"But it's only going to be the same height as you so it's not going to be deep enough to hide me," he teased and then promptly ducked as she lunged to shove him.

This had the disadvantage of her completely missing him (she had not realised that it was deep enough for him to crouch down properly in). This meant that the momentum she had threw her off balanced and she fell into the hole. On top of Tony.

Which meant that they were now both in the hole, inhaling a whole mouthful of sand. They scrambled around and wrestled each other for a bit, trying to get free. Something that was hard to do when the only thing your feet hit was the loose sand that Tony had piled up. All any movement managed to do was get more sand on top of them. It was in her hair. Do you know how hard it is to get sand out of curls? And she wasn't going to even think about the sand that was now under her clothes or she wasn't going to stop itching. Not that she could scratch anything when all of her limbs were currently tangled with Tony's and half buried under sand. Seriously, how had so much sand come out of this hole? They had literally been talking about how it wasn't that deep yet there was enough sand to get everywhere and half-bury them.

Why was sand so heavy? She twisted and turned, trying to shift it off her. She couldn't exactly use her hand right now because one of her arms were tangled with Tony and the other was buried under the biggest pile of sand. It did not help that Tony was also struggling to get free, all he was doing was destroying any work she made at getting the sand off her.

"You are an idiot," she declared once she finally got herself freed and was standing upright again.

She took several steps away from the hole so the same thing did not happen again. Tony was still lying down in the hole looking absolutely ridiculous but she did not care. This was all his fault, after all. She shook her head, far too much sand coming from her hair. She grimaced. That was not going to be fun to sort out tonight.

He waved a hand at her, spraying sand everywhere.

"Aren't you going to help me?"

"No."

"Aw, come on, it's partially your fault."

"My fault? You were the one who pulled me in!"

"Because I wanted to see how deep it was! It's not my fault you fell!"

"You knew how deep it was! You were already in It!"

"It was pretty fun though, right?" he said, dusting himself off.

"It was not. All I can taste is sand."

Which was not pleasant, by the way.

"Still fun."

"No."

Tony looked dolefully at the mess that had once been his hole. The spade was still half buried it there and he plucked it free.

"Want to help me dig it again?" He said, offering it to her.

She gave him an incredulous look. Did she really just hear that?

"No!"