Cue Ziva defending her butchered English idioms. Tony chuckled some and tied the string of the balloon to the side of Ziva's bed. "Fur is fuzzy, but that's still not the right phrasing Ziva." He listened as Ziva explained who Booth was. "Ah, that guy." A grin formed on Tony's face again. "He seems to know about me. You haven't been telling him our dirty little secrets, have you Ziva?" he teased.
Hearing that Abby and Ziva both had to stoop to working for the FBI, he nodded some. "I understand that. I might see if I can get around to working for them or the local PD perhaps." Perhaps this could be seen as staking a claim on partnership with Ziva, but he and Ziva were partners first and no grumpy FBI agents were going to ruin that. They already had by giving her an incompetant partner to back her up on a serial killer case.
Hearing that she had missed him too gave him a rather pleasant warm fuzzy feeling. "So, Abby tells me this crazy world doesn't even have Caf-Pow. What sort of apocalypse is this anyways?"