"Tony, what are you doing here?" Ziva asked, scuffling off her sofa and shoving her Chinese food between the cushions. It was late, and it was a work night. What could be so important that he couldn't have just called? Or at least warned her he was coming.
Tony stuffed his hands into the pockets of his warm winter coat. His cheeks and nose were red from the cold, and there were snowflakes in her hair. It was cold out.
"Well, Zee-vah," he replied, rocking on his heels. "I was sitting at home, by myself, watching Field of Dreams and thinking, 'Gee, why am I here, when I could be somewhere else, taking some action?'" He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Ziva was a little taken aback. Surely he was joking. She laughed, a little uncomfortably. "That's not what I meant."
"Oh really?" he asked in reply, not thrown off at all as he strolled non-chalantly towards her. The only thing serarating them now was her sofa.
"Yes, really." She tried to say it in a firm way, though it came out a little different because his eyes had this look about them; she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
"Because I could've sworn you suggested we both get some action."
"Actually, I suggested we both take some. So go home, and call Wendy."
"And leave you here alone on a cold winter's night? I'm afraid it's not that easy, Special Agent David."
She sighed, resting her weight on the back of the sofa, making even smaller the gap between them. "Then what would it take?" she asked, playing along to his game.
"Easy. I give you what we both want." His expression was almost sultry at this point.
"And what is that?" she asked, though she had a feeling she knew the answer.
"Action, my dear Ziva."
Her lips formed their familiar pouty expression as she considered his offer.
"And if I refuse?"
She frowned. "How can you be so sure?"
He leaned in. They could feel each other's breath. Their faces were almost touching. "Because ever since your boyfriend left the only action you've gotten is being shot at by creepy bad guys."
She was silent for another moment. She looked to both sides of her, and briefly at her cell phone, resting on the coffee table, as if Gibbs were going to jump out of it and slap them into the next dimension.
"Alright, DiNozzo. You have yourself a deal."