"I have sand in my shoes," Tony complained as they walked across the beach to get back to the car.
"I have sand in unmentionable places," Ziva said darkly, walking somewhat oddly.
Sand that had somehow made its way into your underwear tended to make you do that. Especially when it was all of your underwear. How did sand even get under her bra? Under her trousers she could understand, that's what happened when you sat on sand but her bra? She felt like she was getting exfoliated. These were not areas that she wanted exfoliated.
And yes, for some reason they had thought that it was a good day to sit on the beach. Which you would think was a good thing, that was what you did at the beach, after all. And it was. Normally. Just not today because neither of them had remembered to bring a towel or anything to sit on. There was not even a hoodie or a jacket between them, it was too warm for that. But they had wanted to enjoy the beach so they had thought that if they were careful and did not move around too much then they would be fine. They were not fine.
"Wait a second," Tony said, walking over to the wall.
He leaned against it (It was unfortunately just too high for him to sit on it) and lifted one foot to pull his shoe off. An awful lot of sand came out as he tipped it upside down. An impressive amount actually. She would not have thought that a shoe could hold that much sand.
Ziva looked on enviously as he did it with his other shoe. It was not like she could remove her offending pieces of clothing and shake them free of sand. Well, she could but it was generally frowned upon. That and she was not that much of an exhibitionist.
"I couldn't stand it anymore," he explained, hopping as he tried to put his shoe back on.
"Even though the car is just over there?"
"That's too far away. Also, don't you have sand in your shoes?"
A fact that Ziva suddenly became aware of and she frowned. The sand in other, more sensitive, regions had taken precedence in her mind - that was where it was most uncomfortable, after all - but now she was very aware that she also had sand in her shoes. And in her socks from the feel of things. How did that even happen? She had not taken either her shoes or her socks off.
Grumbling, she mimicked Tony's actions and poured sand from her shoes, without the ungraceful hopping around he did. It helped but not much. There was still sand in her underwear and in between her toes. She needed a shower, desperately.
They both got in the car and sat there, exchanging some more grumbles about their stupidity. Seriously, they were both intelligent and highly trained. How could they have done something so stupid? They were so stupid.
Then they caught each other's eye and neither of them could help it, they burst into laughter. Uncontrollable laughter. Because, come on, what were they like?
It wasn't even that funny so why were they laughing this hard? Actually, it was more annoying than funny because there was no way that they were going to be able to get rid of all of the sand.
"We're going to be finding sand everywhere for months, aren't we?" Tony asked, leaning back against the headrest when he regained control of himself.
"Possibly for more than a year," Ziva agreed, wiping tears from her eyes. "It will and up in places that are not even in this car."
Some was going to end up in one of her winter coats knowing her luck and when winter came, she was going to wonder why on earth there was sand in her pockets.
Tony grumbled as he tried to retrieve his go-bag. Not normally a difficult fast bit it had somehow managed to jam itself under the back of the passenger seat, hence why he was currently at an awkward angle trying to yank it out.
He was making all sorts of unattractive noises as he tried to get it free. He had thought grunting was supposed to help.
Two tugs later and it was free, making him nearly smack his head on the car and showering him in sand. Wait. Sand? A lot of sand. It was in his shoes! It was bad enough when you were at the beach - any time you want to the beach you brought some of it back with you. Sometimes a lot like that time he and Ziva got it everywhere thanks to forgetting a towel or something to sot on. It really had got everywhere. And it was definitely the reason why there was still piles of it hiding in his car.
He half-heartedly tried to brush it out of the car. It didn't really work. They really had to start using Ziva's car when they went to the beach.
Six months later when there was a snowstorm Ziva decided that it was the day for her heaviest coat. She put it on over multiple other layers and shoved her phone in the pocket, only for her hand to come into contact with something odd.
She frowned as she curled her fingers around whatever it was but she found that she couldn't. Pulling her hand away, she looked at it. As soon as she realised what it was, she made an exasperated noise.
Her hand was covered in sand! Actual sand. How on earth did it get in this coat? It was her heaviest and warmest winter coat. If she was wearing this then she definitely wasn't at the beach so how did sand get all the way in here?
She had been joking all those months ago when she had said sand would end up in her winter coat. She had not actually wanted it to happen!
Cursing, and without thinking, she turned her pockets inside out and she realised her mistake almost immediately. She had not moved from her kitchen and all of the sand spilled to the floor.