Ziva sat upright at her desk, as she glared open-mouthed at Tony, who had a look of utmost triumph embellished on his cheeky face. Words failed her. A bleep from her computer notified Ziva to another stupid email from DiNozzo, God how he annoyed her!
5.55pm Anthony DiNozzo – Ziva David
'Why not give us a better look Ziva!'
Apparently he was referring to the view he had got of Ziva's rear as she was sifting through the files earlier; he had crept up behind her, and whispered in her ear, 'Hey Zee-Vah', deliberately dragging out her name to annoy her. His breath against her neck had made her jump, and caused her - to much frustration - to drop her armful of case files, and despite now knowing that Tony's attention was being placed specifically on her behind rather than the work he was supposed to be doing, had had to bend over to pick up the files all over again. When she was able to stand up again she found herself facing Tony, who had a grin spreading quickly across his features in response to her clear agitation. She could do nothing but give the most threatening glare she could muster, narrowing her dark eyes and shaking her head at him, before making her way back to her desk, smiling quietly to herself.
Ziva furiously rapped on the keyboard, all the while a smile played at the corners of her mouth, threatening to explode into raucous laughter:
5.56pm Ziva David – Anthony DiNozzo
Shut up Tony, I cannot believe you got aroused by that.
Yes I saw, as I got up, it appears so did you.
She licked her lips like the wolf about to launch his attack on Little Red Riding Hood, rapping her hands playfully against her desk waiting to hear the ding of recieval from Tony's computer.
The cheeky smile vanished from his face upon reading her response, realisisng she had called his bluff. Tony swallowed heavily, feeling his ears begin to burn. He sneaked a look at Ziva's laughing face and needed no further clarification for the fact that he had turned a deep shade of red. But further embarrassment was saved for another time as Gibbs entered the bullpen, 'David, DiNozzo!' he strode through the room causing Tony to jump and promptly close his email page,' my office'. The up-to-no-good agents shared a questioning look, followed by both of them scarpering to Gibbs' office at his bark of ' NOW'!
They walked briskly, close together, both sneaking looks at one another, trying to see if either was any the wiser on what was going on. A slap to the head surely would follow. Ziva was the first to break; the tension was driving her up the hall, 'Why do you think-'
'If I knew then so would you, David' Tony cut sharply across Ziva, who, annoyed at his interruption gave him a well earned, hard jab to his side. Tony squeaked an 'Ow!', and cast Ziva a hurt look, to which she casually raised one eyebrow. He earned it.
They both took a deep breath as they entered Gibbs' study, Ziva first, casting a glance back at the now whimpering Tony, who was caressing his side with an exaggerated look of pain on his face, Ziva rolled her eyes, scoffing at his immaturity, and sat before Gibbs. 'As much as I love having the two of you bickering endlessly in my quarters', Gibbs cast an accusing look at both Ziva and Tony, the hopeless cases, 'It's been decided that we need you to go undercover, again', he took a swig from his coffee, awaiting some sort of response from the two agents before him: one of them sat dumbfounded, while the other looked as if she was seriously debating the demise of her partner. Failing to receive any further reaction from the two sitting in front of him, he placed his coffee on the table in a nonchalant manner and continued, 'As married assassins…'
Now, unable to contain herself anymore, Ziva let her mouth fall open. Tony clenched his jaw, once was bad enough, how would he manage to resist her again?
As usual Ziva was the first to pipe up, shaking her head in disbelief, 'Gibbs, you have got to be kidding me', she slammed her hand down on the desk in front of them, causing Tony to jump and let out another one of his girlish squeaks, 'I don't see why another agent cannot do it!' Startled, and although he would probably never admit it, a little scared of the ninja next to him –who apparently had anger issues! – Tony agreed abruptly, not wanting to feel Ziva's wrath, 'Yeah, I dunno about you Boss, but I don't really want to spend my free time with Ziva if she's gonna be like this', he chuckled, daring to try and make light of the situation, though upon taking a glance at her it became apparent that this was not the best way to go about improving Ziva's mood: she replied to his feigned light-heartedness with narrowed eyes. Going under cover with her again would clearly be a danger to my precious health, he snapped his head back away from the Israeli, remembering that she could kill him with something as simple as a paperclip. Eyes wide from the threat of her glare, he pleaded 'Gibbs...can't I have Abby instead, I mean she's sweet, sensit-' But Gibbs frowned and, abruptly cutting Tony off snapped, 'and that is why she is staying here, you really think I'd let you warp her mind, DiNozzo?'
'Oh so my mind it is already warped yes?' Ziva widened her eyes in questioning, throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation. Gibbs merely shrugged his shoulders, 'you survived the last time didn't you'. The box of paperclips sitting on Gibbs' desk was making her fingers itch, and while she knew she was fighting a lost battle it was impossible not to ask, 'Can't McGee do it?'
Tony's mouth fell open in disbelief, staring at Ziva, what was she doing, surely Gibbs wouldn't go for that! Indifferent to Tony's reaction Ziva continued confidently, almost as if she was spurred on by the pure horror that the idea seemed to evoke in her partner, 'They could be a, what do you call it, a happy couple', Tony stifled a laugh at her mistake, happy couple, clearly she had checked the dictionary for the word gay. Sensing the deep waters, Tony stopped himself from correcting her, c'mon Gibbs, don't do this to me, I'm a proud hetero-sexual man! Tony's eyes began to dart from Gibbs to Ziva. Now it was Gibbs' turn to slam his hand on the table. His face inches from Ziva's, he breathed, 'the chances of you, not going under cover with Tony, and McGee taking your place, as the gay couple' Ziva grimaced at her mistake as Gibbs stressed the word 'gay', before pursing her lips together in indignation, 'are about the same as the chances of you ever winning this argument', Tony sighed in relief, unable to stop himself from throwing a smirk in her direction. Ziva crossed her arms, stumped, having to put up with his flirting again was going to be a nightmare, she tightened her arms and clenched her fists as she remember the last time she had to suffer like this. Deeming the conversation over, Gibbs got up, and now addressing the two of them began to give them the arrangement details, ' a car will pick you up tomorrow, you're heading for Manhattan, I want you both in MTAC tomorrow by 5am', Tony groaned in protest, making no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction, if Ziva's snoring was going to be even half as bad as it was the last time he was going to need all the sleep that he could get, but nooo, 5am seemed to suit the boss man fine!
Ziva could barely wait until Gibbs had vacated the room before standing abruptly and beginning to pace up and down the length of the room, and Tony let out a low groan followed by a mumble of '5 am'. Great, so the whining begins already, Ziva thought, letting out a sigh as Tony rested his head against the desk. He thinks he can just sit there and rest does he? With that thought that Ziva strode towards Tony, in an assassin-like silence, and let her hand collide sharply with the back of his head, followed by a yowl from Tony, who took to massaging the back of his head before shooting a glare at his partner, who was stood less than a foot behind him, blowing her fingertips, a smile of satisfaction clear in her eyes. I'd contemplate slapping her back if I didn't know she could kill little Tony with one blow, feeling a sharp sensation in his pants he furrowed his eyebrows, DAMN, even the thought hurts!
'And what was that for, Zee-Vah?' He stood to face her, taking pride in the way that his butchering of her name could agitate her so profusely.
'Why did you not try to get us out of it? She was shocked at his lack of participation in the earlier events, anyone would have thought he actually wanted to go through with this! Though the more she contemplated it, it seemed like the latter idea was more fact than she had earlier realised. 'It was a losing battle Ziva, it's not like he would actually send McGee with me,' Tony grinned, and whispered into her ear,' which, by the way would have been called a gay coupling', Ziva smiled sweetly at him delivering her retort in the softest voice she could manage, ' you would have made a beautiful couple, Tony', and causing his smile to fade quickly from his face along with the drainage of colour. With that she walked out of the room, I am going to make this week-end hell for you, my little hairy butt!