"You are right," she said with a soft hum. "New York really is wonderful."
"I thought you'd been here a thousand times, Agent David," Tony said with a grin. She'd whined about him wanting to spend the day together in the city, saying she'd been too many times, it had lost it's appeal, it wasn't really that romantic, no matter what he'd led girls to believe. Having her admit to otherwise was a sort of triumph to him.
She chuckled, wrinkling her nose up at him. "Do not let my admitting defeat go to your head. It is already swollen enough." She reached up to poke his forehead, making him give a slight dramatic stumble, his hand laying over his heart.
"Such insulting words on a day meant for love!" He shook his head, pointing his finger at her accusingly. "I'm gonna take your present back if you keep being such a grouch about this, you know. Don't think I won't."
Ziva narrowed her eyes, her hand going to the diamond dangling from the golden chain around her neck. "Only if you want to lose a limb. Don't you dare try to come between an Israeli and her diamonds."
He snorted, rolling his eyes, though a good humored smile plastered his face. He nudged her shoulder softly as they continued on their walk. A nice dinner, a Broadway show, and a stroll through the city seemed cliche - not something that would have normally spun her opinion around so quickly. He wanted to ask what had changed her mind, but he didn't want to seem too curious. Or too desperate.
Desperate was definitely the bigger of the two fears.
As though she could read his mind, she pursed her lips together, glancing away from him. "Perhaps it is the company more than the city. The company is... wonderful."
He felt his heart nearly skip a beat, though he tried to keep his face even. He tried to keep the smile that twitched at the corner of his lips from spreading, eyeing her curiously. "Is that a compliment?"
She waved her hand at him dismissively. "Shush, you."
"No - no, I think it was!" he said with exaggerated glee. "You complimented me. You think it's nice to be with me. Ziva David, if I didn't know any better, I'd start to think you actually liked me."
"It is a good thing you know better, then," she said simply. The soft smile that played at her mouth was a dead give away at just how little she meant it.
Tony chuckled, looking ahead of them to keep her from seeing the love that danced in his eyes. Reaching down, he let his fingers lace with hers as they walked down the street. He'd never gone to hold her hand in public before and he half expected her to yank her hand away or give him a look that said this was the last thing she wanted or both. Instead, she gripped his hand in return, smiling some as she looked around at the city lights. Her body leaned in slightly to his and he couldn't stop from smiling himself.
"I love you, Ziva. Happy Valentine's Day."
"Mmm. You too, Tony."
So this was what real couples felt like.