After a long day at work, Tony wanted nothing more than to ring in the weekend with a six-pack, a pizza and a movie. Scratch that. This weekend, there was only one thing that he wanted more than beer, pizza and movies. That was his partner, Ziva.

Since 2005, they had been through hell in more ways than anyone could imagine. In 2009, Ziva was assumed dead, and Tony soon realized he had more than "friendly" feelings for her.

"Couldn't live without you, I guess." He still remembered telling her that as he sat in his apartment, also remembering that it took being shot full of truth serum before he admitted it. 'Thanks a million, Saleem,' he thought bitterly. He also remembered that he was a wreck after Gibbs said that the Damocles had gone down.

But tonight, he was going to drown his sorrows. He stopped at a liquor store on his way home and picked up a few bottles of bourbon. But even with the pizza in his stomach, he was still about to pass out halfway through the first bottle. As he passed out, he wondered what Ziva was up to.

Ziva was sitting in her apartment with a glass of wine, pondering her life. She had so much bad luck in the romance department, but there was always one constant through all of it.

When she fell for a dead man walking, he was there. When another one turned out to be a rogue Mossad operative, he was there. And, most recently, when CI-Ray broke her heart, he was there.

'Why had I not realized it earlier?' She thought. 'Tony has always been there for me. I should be with him right now.'

She looked at her watch. At 2300 on a Friday Night, Tony was probably with some hot date. Ziva felt the jealousy flame up inside. Now she knew how Tony felt all those years. But then she remembered that he asked her on Monday if she wanted to go to a concert the next night.