She scoots towards the center of the bed. She slides under a muscular arm. She puts her cold feet on his bare legs.

"Why are you over here?" He asks in the dark.

"Cold," she replies sheepishly.

"There are five blankets on the bed," he reminds her.

She puts her cold nose on his cheek. She wraps her arm around his bicep.

"I get it, you're cold."

"The air is up to high."

"You're the one who broke the thermostat."

"We could go to your apartment."

"The apartment that I sublease?"

"Your idea, not mine," she answers.

"Whose idea was this, again?"

"You are the one who started it."

"Five years ago."

"You are the one who wanted to get married," she points out.

"I told you that it was an open marriage, from the get-go."

"And I was the first to test the waters."

"But not the last."

"I think we have learned our lesson, haven't we?"

"We did learn valuable things from that."

"We learned valuable things from you killing someone I was involved with."

"What ever tears apart, always brings us back together."

"Sometimes I still don't believe that we're married. What do you think people would say, if they knew?"

"They would never believe us."

"Our anniversary was four months ago," she reminds him.

"February 10th, I haven't forgotten."

"We have been through a lot in five years."

"First we had to deal with my relationship with Jeanne, which I thought that you were ok with."

"I wasn't?"

"There was that random guy from the bar. And the dying guy."

"I did not sleep with him."

"Yes, but you wanted to. And then of course there was..."

He feels her fingers pressed to his lips. "Don't say it," she whispers.

"I think after the last one ended, we finally realized that..."

"An open marriage, is not such a good idea."

"Because we are both, by nature, jealous people."

"You are overprotective."

"I have no choice. You are always running towards dangerous situations. I hate to think of how many times I have come close to losing you. The last, was the worst."

"I did not know that you would come for me. I thought that it was over."

"You are the one who wanted it to be over. You are the one who filed the papers. You're the one who lost faith in me. I didn't want it to be over."

"So you came for me, even though you thought I was dead."

"I never thought you were dead."

"You lie."

"I didn't. I would have felt it, I would have known."

"Your gut would have told you so?"

"And it didn't."

"Why does this have to be so complicated?"

"It doesn't, we're the ones who chose to have it this way. We could tell everyone, but... it's hard to believe."

"That I love you?"

"That we could be married. That we've done such elaborate things in order to keep anyone from ever finding out."

"We did not have much of a choice. He would have killed us, or separated us, at the very least."

"I am still amazed that we have been able to pull it off," he admits.

"It has been worth it."

"You don't always feel that way. You wanted to tell them, more than once," he reminds.

"I wanted to give up, more than once, too."

"On our marriage?"

"On you."

"Do you still think that we made the right decision?"

"Most of the time. I guess I have reasons to believe that we did."

"And what would that reason be?" he inquires.

"That no matter how hard things get, you are always going to be around. You refuse to walk away, even when you should."

"I love you, you know that, right?"

"You would not have stuck around if you did not love me," she answers.

"That's true. What made you decide to give me another chance?"

"What made you refuse to sign the papers, for the separation?"

"I wanted to make it work. I knew that there had to be a way."

"I ran away. I left, I did not want to work on it. I had given up things ever working out. I did not think that I could trust you again. I did not think that you would ever get over what happened. We agreed to do what we had to, for work, but... I took it too far. I crossed the line. I did not think you should have to stay in a marriage, that was holding you back."

"We both made mistakes. We were naive to think that fidelity would not be an issue."

"You know that we are going to have to get up for work soon."

"You will get up, and go for a run, and I will go back to sleep for another forty-five minutes."

"Maybe I will not go for a run this morning."

"You're too cold to get out of bed?"

"It's warmer out there, than it is in here."

"I can think of a couple ways to warm you up," he smiles. He tucks her hair behind her ear, and kisses her. She pushes him away.

"I am not finished talking about this," she warns.

"Then continue," he advises.

"Why did you come get me? You had no proof that I was alive."

"I couldn't let what I said to you, be my last words to you. I had to apologize, make things right. I didn't know if you could ever take me back, if you could ever forgive me, but I knew that I had to tell you the truth. While our marriage, was ill thought out, and the catalyst was heavy drinking... I wasn't ready to let you go. I wasn't just going to let you walk away."

"Why not? Why didn't you just cut your losses?"

"You had my heart. I had to get it back."

"That's it?"

"I wanted you back. Maybe it was foolish to think that you would take me back, but... I had to try."

"Say it."

"Because I can't live without you. I love you too much to let you go."

"You know something?"

"Hm?"

"I was wrong to doubt you."

"You didn't think that I would come for you?"

"I was beginning to lose hope."

"Even if I had given up on our marriage, I would never give up on you."

"That's good."

"Why is that?"

"Because it was then that I realized, how much I love you."

"Can I kiss you now?"

"If a kiss is all you want," she warns.

"Since when do you not want..."

She cuts him off, "Since the last time we decided to have a little bit of fun before work, the neighbors called the cops on us."

"It is not my fault you are so loud."

"They should not have called the police for a noise disturbance. The music you play is much more disturbing."

"I almost forgot, we have to choose our moments carefully. We wait until the neighbor has his nightly band practice."

"Tony?"

"Yes, my wife?"

"If you hate this apartment so much..." she begins.

"Your lease is not up for seven months," he points out.

"Do you remember how we solved that problem last time? At your place?"

"I was evicted," he answers.

"Yes."

"The neighbors called the cops on us six times, in two weeks."

"Are you trying for a repeat?"

She kisses his cheek. He places his hand on her hip. "Ziva?"

"Hm?"

"It's four o'clock in the morning."

"Your point?"

"We won't have time to go back to sleep."

She rolls away from him, for a moment. She reaches for a pillow. She rolls back over, and hits him with it.

"What was that for?"

"You do not trust in my abilities?"

"What abilities?"

"To completely wear you out," she replies.

"I know you can, but we have to be in by seven today, and I have a gut feeling that it is going to be a long day."

"Poor baby," she pats his cheek with her fingers.

"We got home early last night."

"So your limit is three times in an eleven hour period?"

"I have a cold," he whines.

"Then go back to sleep, but for the record, you are the one who offered."

"That was before I realized that I was too tired."