"Hey, Ziva?"
"Yes, Tony."
"What is a chickpea?"
Ziva looked up from the case file she was reviewing and stared at her partner. "What does that have to do with the case?"
"Nothing."
She waited.
"I'm looking at a falafel recipe, and it says you need chickpeas. This whole thing sounds kind of gross, though."
There were so many questions she wanted to ask, and in the end, she just chose one. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you looking at that?"
Tony shrugged and finally looked up from his screen. "You're always eating it and you always smell like it; I figured I might as well figure out what the heck it is."
"It is a patty made from ground chickpeas, and is usually served in pita bread," Ziva replied. "It is very good."
He pushed his chair back and propped his feet up on his desk. "I dunno. I hate peas."
"Chickpeas are different from regular peas."
"In what way?"
"Well, they… they…" She threw her hands up in the air. "I do not know, Tony! I am not a pea expert!"
The corners of Tony's lips started twitching upward, and she realized what she had said. "Oh, gross. You are so immature sometimes."
"Okay, okay, sorry." He stood up and walked over to her desk, leaning across it so his breath hit her face as he spoke. "So I'm interested in this pea versus chickpea thing, and in the purpose of the falafel as a whole."
"Your point?" Ziva's heart beat quicker as a result of his proximity.
"Wanna make me some?"
In two seconds flat, he was back at his desk, picking up a file and beginning work as if nothing had happened. But they both knew something had, and as the bullpen was empty except for the two of them, Ziva went ahead and answered Tony.
"Maybe I will."
Because I thought the line "I know of a certain backup probie agent who smells a little falafel-y" was hilarious. I just had to write it!