A/N: same old same old, tiva deciding to try to start dating

Prompt: Drive-in-theatre

"Ever been to a drive-in?" Tony asked while watching Ziva begin to pack up her things.

"That thing where you watch a movie from your car?" She shut down her computer, and gave him a pointed look. "No."

"It's a classic American experience." He twirled a pen between his fingers watching her every move, trying not to think too deeply about what he was trying to achieve.

"You say that about everything you want to drag me into."

Tony raised his eyebrows. "Drag you?" He dropped the pen. "Anyway, my favorite drive-in is showing "Psycho" tonight."

"You should feel right at home, then," Ziva said with a bemused smile.

He ignored her quip, and walked up to her desk. "They serve burgers and fries."

"So I would be stuck in a car with you, eating junk food, watching a psycho criminal." She scrunched up her nose. "Sounds like last week's stake-out."

"I'll buy you a shake."

"What gave you the impression that I agreed to go with you?"

"That smile you've been suppressing, not to mention your growling stomach."

Ziva chuckled, but evaded his gaze, and continued packing her things.

"You are not as guarded as you once were, Miss David."

Ziva scoffed. "Insulting me is not going to-"

"That was not an insult," Tony said seriously, holding her gaze.

"You're telling me I'm bad at my job."

"No," Tony said flabbergasted. "I'm telling you you're better at letting your guard down around friends." He picked up one of her pens to distract himself. "As you should." Dropping the pen, he met her eyes once more and was met with conflict and doubt.

Ziva looked away uncomfortably, and shrugged on her jacket, leaving her hair tucked inside as she fidgeted with a sleeve.

"We're friends, right," Tony asked, sounding more certain than he felt.

Her face softened as she finally looked at him. "Of course."

"Can't two friends go on a platonic date to the drive-in?"

Ziva's eyes narrowed imperceptibly. "Platonic?"

"Of course," he replied, gut clenching.

Her eyes filled with conflict once more, and a glimpse of something deeper as she shoved her phone in her pocket.

A flutter in his belly calmed his nerves somewhat. With a soft smile, he said, "Unless…."

Ziva did a double take at the openness on his face. "Unless what," she asked surprised.

His shoulders slumped, and he glanced in the direction of Gibbs' empty desk, trying to gather his thoughts. "Look, I may not date as much as I used to, but there's still a handful of women I could call to go on a last minute date with."

Ziva crossed her arms as her gaze flicked upwards.

"But this is special to me, I want to share this with a special friend."

She dropped her arms to her side, and cocked her head. "A platonic date…with a special friend?"

The left corner of his mouth curled upwards. "Again, doesn't have to be platonic."

"Does that mean you're paying?" Ziva asked with a coy smile.

Tony's smile widened. "Does that mean you're going?"