Valentine's Day hadn't exactly been going the way he'd planned. Tony watched and grumbled as Ziva put on the last of her make up at her desk. She was getting ready for a date. A date with another guy. A guy who wasn't him, even if Tony hadn't actually plucked up the courage to ask her out. He'd sent her another box of chocolates anonymously and watched as it, yet again, was put into her drawer to be forgotten until Spring Cleaning came around.
"How do I look?" she said as she snapped the hand mirror closed and looked to him with a grin.
He shrugged. "Like the poor man's Miss Israel," he grumbled. So much for not sounding bitter.
"I think you look fantastic," McGee chimed in, trying to be supportive and chipper as ever. Ziva smiled softly towards him, though she gave Tony a slightly concerned look quickly after.
"I would expect you to have three dates lined up for tonight. Aren't you going out, Tony?" She made the question sound innocent enough. Tony could never tell anymore if she was jealous like he was or just curious. Their relationship had become far too much of a game and he was constantly losing it.
"Not this year," he said simply.
She nodded and grabbed her purse. "Well - wish me luck," she said finally.
"Good luck, Ziva," McGee said with a smile.
Tony gave a noncommittal grunt. He didn't look up as she walked away and rolled his eyes as he heard the elevator ding. He waited until the swoosh of the doors closing was heard before he went to hit a key on his keyboard angrily in order to get the monitor to come to life again. Maybe he could distract himself with work.
"Hey - hey, Tony! Don't hit the keys that hard! You'll break it again. They're only going to replace your keyboard so many times, you know."
Tony glared over at McGee, but tried typing slightly softer.
Tim watched his partner quietly, leaning back in his chair enough so he could get a glance at his screen. He didn't seem to even be really working on anything. Shaking his head, McGee pulled himself away from his desk, going over to Tony's and standing in front of it. He waited quietly for the senior field agent to acknowledge him, but when he kept on "working", Tim finally cleared his throat loudly in order to get his attention.
"What do you want, McSuck Up?"
"Suck Up? What did I do?"
"'You look great, Ziva!'" Tony mocked in a higher pitched voice Tim could only assume was supposed to be his. "'Good luck!' You were totally sucking up, Suck Up."
McGee rolled his eyes. He knew Tony was always unbearable every time Ziva so much as looked at another guy and so he was trying to not take it to heart. Instead, he leaned over, switching off his monitor.
"Hey!"
"You're not actually working."
"I could be!" The look McGee gave him made Tony's disgruntledness waver and he shrugged. "I mean, I could have started to..."
"Let's go to dinner."
Tony stared at him blankly before pointing to the calendar pinned up on the side of his wall. "It's Valentine's Day and you're asking me to go to dinner with you."
"Yes. As two guys who are too lame to get dates because neither one of use asked the girl we actually want to go out to dinner with and they got snatched up by other guys."
Tony paused, mouth scrunching to the side. He hadn't thought about the fact that Tim was dateless too or why he might be. He sometimes forgot the he was just as bad at going after his actual emotions as Tony was sometimes. Sighing, he went to grab his bag.
"Fine, but you're paying."
Tim grinned, going to get his own stuff and catching up with Tony on the way to the elevator. "Does that make you my Valentine?"
"Don't make me hit you."