Just a little Tiva fluff. I don't own NCIS. Enjoy!
"Ziva, I don't want to cook tonight," he said, looking down at her.
They were standing in front of the trunk, getting out the gear that they needed for the crime scene. Ziva, who was smirking, looked up at him. "Are you not man enough to do a woman's chore?" she asked.
"No! That's not…here. Rock paper scissors," he replied.
"The loser must cook dinner. After all, I cooked last night," she said, putting her hand into a fist. Tony then followed suit.
They did this often. It was a childish way of solving arguments, but it worked out well for the partners.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!" DiNozzo said, throwing himself rock.
Ziva shot paper and smirked, covering his hand with hers. "You must cook dinner tonight, Tony," she said, looking up at him.
Tony looked down at her, close to protesting.
"You lost fair and square, Tony," Ziva said.
He stopped and looked down at her, shocked. "You got that one right," he said.
She smirked even more, kissing his lips gently before walking away towards the crime scene. "Maybe I am finally learning, yes?" she called over her shoulder.
Tony watched her for a second before quickly following her.
