"And who says that I'd let you tie me up? I'm pretty certain you'd be the one tied up."
Well, it was Tony and Ziva. It wouldn't be a normal day if there weren't sexual innuendo going on between them. It was strange. They had been more reserved following Somalia, Ziva trying to learn to trust him again, him walking on egg shells around her. But he hadn't gone through all of that. He knew he had lost her trust because of Rivkin. Had thought her dead. Yet the had fallen back into this routine so easily. It was very strange. Comforting, but strange. After all, Ziva had moved on, had learned she could still trust Tony and had missed him. But Tony hadn't gotten that.
Too much thinking. Her head hurt and was fuzzy and the pain meds were making it worse. Probably because she'd been forcing herself to stay up as opposed to sleeping whenever the mood struck. Still, she probably should go to sleep eventually. There was only so much fighting one could do against pain meds before it was a losing battle. Ziva may be stubborn but even she had her limits.
"But right right, resting and all that other boring stuff."
Yes. Resting was boring. Ziva would much prefer being out there fighting criminals or dealing with Seal drama. At least she wasn't stuck in a bed staring at the ceiling because it still hurt too much to move thanks to the two by four stabbing her in the stomach.