"I am going to kill him." Ziva muttered to herself through clenched teeth.

Out of all the other nice perfect days for McGee to mess up, he had to choose today. She switched back to French as she continued to 'converse nicely' with the receptionist. Tony watched as his partner spewed what seemed to be the language of French at record speed, targeted towards the receptionist.

Poor woman, the receptionist that is Tony thought, as he silently snickered and leaned against the wall, beside Ziva. Tony's thoughts drifted for abit, since he had no frigging idea what in the world Ziva and the receptionist were saying.

It was never exactly a pleasure to be on the opposite end of Ziva's sharp tongue. God forbid the women lose an argument, except against Gibbs of course. No one out-talks the Boss. Wow, I'm actually entertaining myself with...myself. Not bad DiNozzo. Score one for me. I ought to do this the next time Ziva goes all rapid fire in a foreign language I so unfortunately don't know of.

"Tony!" a voice shook him out of his reverie.

Tony looked up to focus on his partner. Woah, that doesn't look good, he thought to himself. Ziva was pissed. Oh-ho, she was really pissed. Her cheeks were tinged a faded shade of pink. Her brows were knitted into a frown and her lips set tight in a straight line. "What's up?" he said, shifting uncomfortably under the glare of Ziva.

With an exasperated sigh, she continued. "It seems that McGee has messed up our room reservations and he only booked one room."

She held up one room card in emphasis. "And since they do not have any more rooms available, we have no choice but to share." Ziva spit out the words through a set jaw.

Clearly she was uncomfortable with the arrangement. That was for sure. But why? Tony didn't understand. Was he that bad to share a room with? Wait! He didn't smell so bad did he? For a moment there, Tony had an urge to sniff himself.

He knew that the idea of self-sniffing would surely sound better if it stayed in his head. He didn't want to delve further into questioning Ziva's apparent reluctance, so instead he slipped into his humourous self and quipped back.

"Why the unnecessary anger my ninja? Sharing a room with me can't be that bad. I know, you're afraid you'll finally fall for the DiNozzo charm, aren't ya? I always knew you would someday." Tony added his signature charming grin at the end.

In return he got an elbow to the stomach as Ziva retorted back. "In your dreams DiNozzo."

"No worries there, you're always in my dreams. Oh! There was this one time we were-"

"I do not need to know, nor do I want to know."

Ziva set off in the direction of the lift as Tony rushed to meet her pace.

"C'mon Ziva I'm a fun guy to share a room with!" Tony joked as he lifted his arm in an attempt to sling it around her shoulders.

"Touch me and die." She said as she ducked away from his descending arm.

They got into the lift and stood in silence as the lift began its slow ascent to the 14th floor. Awkward silence was what went down in the lift, apart from the bad taste in elevator music.

"No funny business, I promise." Tony broke the silence, seeing how peeved Ziva was from the whole arrangement, and he knew better than to ask her why.

Sometimes it was better to leave her to herself. Ziva was inwardly grateful that Tony didn't push for answers about her adamant displeasure in sharing a room, and replied with a quiet "Thanks."

Once they reached their room, Ziva slot in the room card and opened the door to reveal their suite. There was a TV, a comfy looking couch, and a queen-sized bed. The bathroom was adequate with bathtub and all. Not bad a suite actually. Ziva, feeling bad for her actions towards Tony, offered him the bed knowing he had a bad back.

"You can sleep on the bed Tony, I will take the couch." She said.

"You take the bed. I'm a guy. Couches are my thing. I fall asleep on the couch all the time watching movies."

"You will whine about how bad your back hurts tomorrow and I do not want to hear it."

"We could just- Wait I certainly do not whine."

"Yes you do."

"Uhh no I don't."

"You do."

"I don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"You-"

"You know what? We could always share the bed. We're both responsible adults. Sharing a bed is nothing."

No way was Ziva going to share any of her sleeping space with Tony. Not in a long shot.

"No thank you. I prefer sleeping alone. On the couch. I'm smaller anyway. And unless you prefer to die by your choice of any piece of furniture in this room, I suggest you take the bed and leave it at that."

Well that effectively ended the argument. Tony gulped against the lump in his throat. He would prefer to live, than to be killed by...the TV remote. Or the hanger. He nodded and made his way to the bed. Ziva threw her baggage on the floor and plopped down on the couch.

Fatigue washed over her for awhile, and she felt in need of sleep. Well that couldn't be helped, considering it was already at night. She removed her primary gun and placed it on the couch, and unarmed herself of all her weapons. She put all the weapons into one of her bags and headed for the bathroom with her pyjamas.

Tony was slack-jawed for a moment there. How many weapons could the woman hide! Upon Tony's inquisitive eyes, she mumbled "I am going to have a quick shower and then go to sleep. We have an early day tomorrow."

She didn't wait for a reply and slipped into the bathroom. As he heard the shower head being turned on, Tony visibly relaxed and retrieved a pillow from 'his' bed and a spare blanket from the cupboard to put on the couch for Ziva. As he placed the pillow down, he let a small smile fall upon his lips as he placed Ziva's gun under the pillow as well.

Oh the memory of Ziva retrieving her gun from under the pillow to point it at him a few years back during their undercover mission as married assassins was still clear as crystal in his mind. Ninjas will always be ninjas he thought and chuckled to himself.

He went back to his own bags to get his pyjamas, as the turning off of the shower head probably meant Ziva was almost done and it was going to be his turn to get the bathroom.

Right on cue, Ziva emerged from the bathroom in a sweatshirt and yoga pants with a towel around her neck. Tony's eyes widened just abit as he spluttered "That's my sweatshirt!"

TBC

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