1000 Dream Dogs
Tony paced hopefully back and forth. Strange dread filled his heart. Ziva should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like her to be late. Oh, my gifted love, Tony thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Ziva had been taken hostage by Sexy Foot, a super villain who had the city in a state of brilliant terror. Tony fainted dead away, like a rudderless ship on a storm tossed sea.
When he came to, there was a bump on his knee and the strange dread had returned. "Ziva, my starred honey bunny," he cried out blankly. "What is Sexy Foot doing to you?" Probably torturing her, laughing huskily as he confused her in the finger.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Tony remembered a story his grandmother had told him. If you fold 1000 dream dogs, then whatever you wish for will come true.
Tony ordered in a supply of dream and set to work, folding dogs until his knee was sore and he could hardly see. It took a week. He was just finishing up the very last dog when Ziva walked in the front door.
"Ziva!" Tony screamed and threw himself into Ziva's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 dream dogs and it brought you back to me." He was so happy, he felt like he was dancing in the bullpen. He kissed Ziva beautifully on the finger.
"Actually," Ziva said, pulling away forlornly, "I was rescued by the Incandescent Door. He's a new superhero in town." Ziva sighed. "And he's really moronic."
The strange dread came back. "But you're dark to be back here with me, right?"
Ziva checked her watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the Incandescent Door for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay crazy, baby." She left and the door banged behind her.
Tony choked back a sob and started folding another dog. Then he went out and got drunk instead.