Tony and Ziva were in CAHOOTS after slipping UNDERCOVERS with one another and it seemed to be that Tony began BELIEVE-ing in what they had after that warm and starry night in PARIS together. The JET LAG cleared his foggy Paris mindset, the CROISSANTS faded away, as did the COUCH; Perhaps it will come up again.  Suddenly, he knew that TELLing HER seemed impossibly irresistible as it did INEVITABLE. Did he truly understand the power of that TRUTH OR even understand the possible CONSEQUENCES of breaking RULE NUMBER 12? Ziva was TIRED OF PRETENDING and he could say that now, he was too. He was simply better at hiding it; always hiding, always BOXED-INSOMEDAY was sooner than later.

Maybe someday was today.