A/N: a quick little O/S I thought of. Please Review!
Ziva walked into NCIS at her usual time of 0700 hours. To her, today was December 24th. To almost every other person in the building, it was Christmas Eve. Gosh, she thought, for as diverse as America claims to be, I don't see many Hanukah decorations up. It didn't bother her, she was just surprised at how absolutely ecstatic American's were for Christmas.
"Gooooood morning, Ziva" she heard from the all too familiar voice of Ryan Benson. Ryan was nice enough, and good looking, but he hit on Ziva every day, and to say it was getting old was an understatement.
"Good morning Agent Benson" Ziva replied to the man who's desk was where EJ's used to be.
"I told you, call me Ryan. Why are you so formal with me? It's probably because we don't spend enough time together. How's dinner sound?"
"It sounds like the same desperate attempt you make every morning" Ziva replied as she made her was to her desk. Her eyes met those of Tony, who had a wicked grin on his face. Benson's daily harassings of Ziva had amused him all too much. Ziva rolled her eyes at her immature partner.
"Well you're gonna have to at least come over here to help me with this" Ryan said to Ziva. "It's Arabic, and from what I know you can translate"
Ziva reluctantly got up from her chair and went around the divider between Gibb's team and Benson's. Ryan got up from his desk and handed Ziva the transcript. He smiled when he saw what he and Ziva were standing under. He'd completely forgotten that one of his agents had placed it there until now. He leaned in and placed a kiss on Ziva's lips, awarding them the attention of both Gibb's team and Benson's, as well as a few onlookers. Taken by surprise, Ziva allowed the interaction to go on for another moment before she swiftly ended it by swiping Ryan's legs off of the ground with her own. She then forcefully pulled his arms behind his back and pinned him to the ground. Anyone not paying attention before certainly was now.
"Explain" Ziva ordered through her teeth.
Ryan winced from the pain in his shoulder and managed out, "We were under mistletoe. You know, the Christmas tradition, to kiss under mistletoe?" he said from under Ziva's hold. Ziva, pissed beyond belief, leaned down toward his ear and whispers, "I'm Jewish".
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