With a roll of his eyes, Tony knew that his favorite Israeli was never going to let him live this down. Unless he could convince a doctor to up her pain meds and then try to pass it off as her being high on drugs? Yet somehow he still doubted Ziva would forget.
"I did recognize it. But like you said, you learned it in Mossad first, not from Gibbs like me. Therefore shouldn't, for you, it be a Mossad rule then a Gibbs rule?" Yes, he was trying to worm his way out of having Ziva rub this in his face. Chance of it succeeding depended. Normal circumstances with a non-drugged Ziva, impossible. An injured drugged filled Ziva? It had a chance. Slight, but a chance all the same.
Hearing about the case, Tony narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. If there was one thing Tony had come to hate in his tenure at NCIS, and even on the local PDs he had been a part of, it was the whole hate crime issue. Yes, he looked like the average American guy who had gone to one of the best universities (in his opinion) ever in the States, but still. Hate led to violence which led to crime which led to deaths most of the time.
"They should have known better than to try and tussle with an actual Israeli badass like you," he said, a bit of fondness in his voice for his partner. "After all, Israeli Kung Fu is legendary." Oh Tony knew the name but saying Krav Maga wasn't as much fun as saying Israeli Kung Fu. Speaking of...
"After all, your Israeli Kung Fu is greater than American Drunken Hatred Boxing." Yes, he was being his goofy self but wasn't laughter considered the best medicine?