A/N: Quick little one-shot I wrote while watching 10.2 "Recover" (in actuality, it's still playing live on my TV right now.)
"Rock, paper, scissors?"
They both shot out their fists, DiNozzo's as a pair of scissors, and Ziva's as a rock.
"Ha, I always win!" Laughed the victorious agent.
She always won.
Always.
But she always played rock.
And he always played scissors.
Nothing changed.
He could change his to paper.
But why would he want to?
He'd rather watch her smile and gloat over the small win.
Because though he hid it, that made him smile.