The rain had been consistent for nearly two days now and quite frankly, Tony was sick of it. He was all for little showers every now and then to freshen up life, but this was too much. Also, because of the inclement weather, not many people were in the mood for killing or kidnapping Navy personnel, not that anybody would wish for that, but now the entire day was filled to the brim with paperwork, filling out forms and wasting away the hours of his shift.
The Italian agent sat at his desk, feet propped up on the edge with his fingers interlocked together behind his head, his soft emerald eyes surveying the scene before him. In front of him was his partner, surrounded by forms and yet had that gorgeous relaxed expression across her features. Despite the horrible weather, the mere view of his partner working away brought a smile to his lips. Switching his gaze to his right, McGee was also sat at his respective desk, furiously typing away at his computer. A slow sigh of boredom left Tony's' lips as he then focused on the untouched paperwork which towered skywards on his desk. He couldn't face to get started on all those files which would just send him into another dimension of boredom. Deciding to have a little bit of fun, Tony pushed himself away from his desk, stood and crossed the bullpen towards where the Israeli sat. He crouched down beside her desk and, being the little child at heart, he nonchalantly opened her bottom drawer, rummaging around.
Within seconds, the Israeli noticed and swung her chair to face the Italian, "Tony! What do you think you're doing?"
"I need a stapler." Tony said simply, continuing to attempt to find this object before he felt a sharp pain in his finger, immediately drawing back. A small, little trickle of blood ran down his finger, ringing alarm bells in his mind, "What on earth do you keep in here?" Tony looked up, wide-eyed.
"Oh. That's where I keep my knife." Leaning down to her second drawer, reached out the desired equipment and handed to Tony, "You only had to ask," Ziva smiled sweetly, resisting the urge to laugh at Tony's surprise of her knife attack.
Letting out a small hmph, the Senior agent took the stapler and as he stood up, he paused to whisper something, "You, Miss David, are very cheeky…" His lips brushed softly against her ear, his breath warm as it cascaded down the curve of her slender neck. It was no secret that the two were into each other, and a little harmless flirting would never be a miss.
Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, Ziva let out a small chuckle at, what she took as, the compliment, "Not as cheeky as I could be…"
Tony's eyes sparkled at the words which flowed from her lips, an idea snapping into his mind, "Prove it." He said simply, insinuating a challenge within the tone of his voice. "If you say so, then prove it." Everybody knew how much tension there was between the two partners, most of it of some sexual nature, and this was the perfect opportunity to see just how far that tension could lead to. If Ziva accepted his challenge, the Italian would find it hard to resist jumping for joy; a day full of mini challenges would beat a day full of paperwork.
The Israeli considered her partners proposal, ideas already starting to pool in her mind, "Okay then," She whispered quietly in acceptance, leaning an inch closer to him, "But…no pranks which could end in harm, yes?"
Sighing dramatically, Tony stood up straight, playfully ruffling Ziva's hair before swiftly swooping out of her reach before he could receive a playful slap, "Fiiiiine," He drawled, in a slightly childish tone, "We'll just see who comes out on top," His eyes lit up immediately, lowering his gaze down to the woman sat before him, "Though I do remember that's how you like it,"
"Tony!" Ziva hissed quickly, "Just…go do your paperwork." It was like a mother telling her cheeky toddler to eat his vegetables, but Ziva would definitely prove to him how cheeky she really could be. There were so many possibilities and opportunities she could take advantage of, and having worked with him for nearly six year, the Israeli was well aware of all his weak spots, mentally and physically. Obviously, the way to get a DiNozzo to his knees was through something sexual, or at least something along those lines, but Ziva had a better plan, one which would take a little while to plan but it would pay off..for both of them.