The concert ended around 2200. Tony and Ziva walked out of the stadium hand-in-hand.

"Wanna grab a bite to eat?" Tony asked.

"Now that you mention it," Ziva said, "I do have a crate of the munchos."

"Case of the munchies," Tony corrected.

"Whatever. Where do you want to go?"

"There's this little all-night diner a block away from my place. I was thinking that maybe we could park there and then walk to the diner. For a little fresh air."

"That sounds great, Tony. But how about," Ziva dropped her voice back to that seductive whisper, "desert first?"

"That's the best idea I've heard all night." Tony let go of Ziva's hand and grabbed her butt. "This morning was the appetizer. Me gnawing on your neck and ear all night was the main course. Desert would get us both arrested in public, so DiNozzo's Rule Number 5 is in effect."

"What is DiNozzo's Rule 5?"

"When the doors are locked, clothing is optional, except in the kitchen."

"Race you to your car, Tony."

Tony took off running. "GO!" He yelled back. When he reached the Mustang, he did a Bo Duke across the hood.

When Ziva caught up, Tony was laughing. "Cheater," Ziva said, laughing herself.

"Am not."

"Are to."

"Am not."

"Are to."

"Am to."

"Are not."

"Have it your way, then," Tony said smugly.

Ziva cursed Tony out in Hebrew. She had never fallen for the Bugs Bunny Trick until now.

Tony started laughing louder. "The night's not getting any younger," he said, checking his watch. He walked around the car and opened Ziva's door. After Ziva was in the car, Tony slid across the hood again, if only to show off for Ziva.

"Dork," Ziva joked when Tony finally got in the car.

"Bite me," Tony joked back. Ziva happily obliged by grabbing Tony's earlobe in her teeth. Tony jumped. "I didn't actually mean that! Wait. What are you doing with your tongue?" Ziva shrugged as Tony started his Mustang. "I like it," he said, pulling out of the parking lot. Traffic was a nightmare, so Tony and Ziva got back to Tony's apartment at midnight.

Clothes started flying off as soon as the door closed. Tony was holding Ziva in his arms, going to his bedroom. He set her on his bed, caressing her soft, olive-toned body, kissing her lips and nibbling on her neck. Her moans of pleasure increased and she made a noise that sounded like a squeal mixed with a giggle.

After a few minutes, Tony asked, "Ziva, you wanna grab that bite to eat now?"

A sound that resembled a chainsaw told him that Ziva had fallen asleep.

"Buona notte, amore mio," he said. He kissed her on her cheek and fell asleep with his ninja in his arms.