A/N: Hey there guys, I'm not exactly in the position to be writing a new fic –having a ton of exams coming up – however, I needed a way to get rid of the stress and I guess writing is helping with that :) Also, I've been reading a lot of classical literature lately, hopefully its improved my writing skills – yes, I had a complaint about my grammar in 'Under Covers Again' from someone who didn't even to bother on the story itself! – Never mind though! Hope you enjoy this new stuff :D
Disclaimer – I do not own/am not affiliated with NCIS or any of the gorgeous cast…damn politics ;)
'Good morning everyone', Ziva danced into the squadroom with a bounce in her stride, her surprisingly cheery morning greeting startling everyone.'Someone got laid last night...' Tony was quick to mutter something under his breath about needing to use the boy's room after a death glare from Ziva. But his dart to the elevator was cut surprisingly short when Ziva shot in front of him, blocking his path, so close but yet so far! Damn, he flinched bracing himself for the pain he was sure the ninja was about to inflict upon him. He opened one eye, frowning he noticed that Ziva was smiling at him, and as usual she had thrown away all concept of personal space, standing so close Tony could feel the warmth of her breath against his neck.
'Twice', she whispered, then grinned as she slinked back to her desk, leaving Tony with his mouth hanging open.
'You trying to catch flies Tony?' As usual Gibbs had entered the squadroom at the best moment, just on time to witness my embarrassment, Tony snapped his mouth shut at the sound of Ziva's throaty laugh, throwing a mocking smile in her direction as Gibbs passed to sit at his desk.
'No boss, just demonstrating to Ziva the look McGee had on his face at his first autopsy', Tony turned to look at McGee who had lived up to expectations and had his mouth hanging open on account of what he had just heard, 'see there it is!' Ziva let out another laugh at McGee's unfortunate luck. Tony grinned and leant back in his chair, letting out a content sigh, Good old McGoogle.
When all was quiet Tony resumed his post, leaning forward in his chair towards Ziva, 'So Zee-vah! Who was this lucky guy then?' Ziva smiled knowingly, loving being in the position to tease Tony, she mimicked Tony's position and licked her lips, 'Who said anything about a guy hmmm?' If he had been a cartoon Tony's eyes might have literally popped out of his head; the thought of Ziva with another woman was something everyman...well, something I have been dreaming about for a lonnng time! He gulped. 'It wasn't a...guy?' His breathing was racing as he tried to control his hearts palpitations. But Ziva merely tilted her head and sighed, 'I guess you'll never know'.
Hours passed…With Tony reclining in the chair behind his desk, a slither of drool sneaking its way out of the corner of his mouth, threatening to drip. McGee and Ziva were both leaning in the direction of Tony's desk, fascinated (or in Ziva's case, disgusted) by the unfortunate position Tony was in. The squad room was silent while they gazed in awe, McGee open mouthed, and Ziva frowning in disgust, 'Do you think we ought to place a cup beneath his chin?' Ziva questioned, raising her eyebrows as the saliva made its way teasingly close to Tony's chin, McGee tilted his head, 'or a bib?'
Tony caught his breath in the form of a snort and started to snore. Ziva gave a sigh of exasperation and made for his desk. McGee started at the sudden movement, 'whoa, what are you doing?' Ziva smiled mischievously as she crouched beside Tony's knees, next to where his hand was resting, 'Tell me McGee, is Tony a deep sleeper?' McGee's cheeks lifted slightly, 'Do you even have to ask?' She shuffled closer - breathing slowly but grinning like a Cheshire cat – and placed a forefinger and thumb around his wrist. Then with the patience of a saint, and the stealth of a ninja, she placed his hand in his lap, directly underneath his chin; McGee squirmed as he repressed a snort of laughter, and Ziva placed a finger to her lips in a bid to shush him. She stood up slowly and reached for the plastic cup of water sitting on DiNozzo's desk – McGee laughed outright 'He's not that deep a sleeper!' But Ziva placed the cup on his lap regardless, where it balanced precariously next to his slyly repositioned hand. McGee let out another snort, 'Look, look!' he pointed at the drool hanging tantalizingly from Tony's chin, and Ziva moved swiftly back to her desk, laughing silently as saliva dribbled onto Tony's hand.
'He'll know it was you' a singsong voice came from behind Ziva. Turning swiftly around she saw Abby shaking her head in mock disapproval, 'not unless you tell him' Ziva smiled mysteriously, silently wishing Abby might be wrong: Tony would pay her back for this devious act of betrayal, but she would enjoy it while she could, only hoping that Gibbs would walk in soon enough to see Tony wake up and wet himself.
Gibbs never came. Ziva sat twiddling a pencil in her hand, counting down the minutes: It was a hot day in the office, with no work to do, and a good two hours until they could leave. Finally Ziva slammed her hands on the desk, 'will you stop that incessant keyboard tapping!' McGee's eyes widened and he closed the lid on his laptop. Ziva ran her hand over her hair and took a deep breath, will he ever wake up!
McGee stared at his desk for a few moments, his eyes drifting over the imaginary documents that should've been there, before standing and declaring that he was going to visit Abby (and then walked briskly out of the squadroom before the ratty Israeli could snap at him again). Ziva leant back in her chair, deciding that she may as well sort out the files in her drawers – she leant down to her right, her eyes closed in a yawn, 'Erm, hi!' Abby was seated to the right side of a startled Ziva's chair.
'Oh God!' the shock of seeing Abby right at her feet almost knocked Ziva off her chair, and provoked a loud curse in Hebrew, which in turn woke up a very Special Agent DiNozzo. He jumped straight up 'I'm on it Boss -'but his 'bum-licking' was cut short by a wet sensation in his pants and a stickiness on his hands, oh Lord say it isn't so! Ziva and Abby could barely control themselves at the sight of a clearly confused Tony. He stood still for a moment, dazed, before averting his eyes from his pants and focusing them on Ziva, 'You!' He made wild – and dangerous to anyone within close proximity – gestures with his arms, waving them back and forth, from Ziva to his pants, 'Why?'
She got up and strode towards him, 'It is not my fault that you have not grasped the concept of placing cups on tables properly', she smiled provocatively, glancing down at his pants. She made a mock sympathetic face and started back towards her desk. Oh no, you're not getting away so easy! Tony grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to face him, she raised her eyebrows questioningly is he serious, 'Yes, Tony?' She batted her eyelashes innocently as Tony let out a chuckle, releasing her shoulders and gesturing at her pants, 'Gimme your pants'.
Ziva exhaled sharply, laughing in disbelief, 'You are kidding?', Abby took up Ziva's chair, relaxing with a Caf-Pow in hand as she watched the show unfold. 'Totally not' Tony grinned, shaking his head at Ziva. She leant towards him and smiled triumphantly, 'They would not fit you'. Tony laughed slyly 'I know that,' he mimicked her earlier movements and leant towards her, 'but this situation would be a whole lot sweeter if you were half naked'. Her reaction of disgust made him grin all the more as he fell back into his chair, watching her as she made her way back to her desk.
Abby sighed, game over,'well guys,' she smiled at Tony, raising her eyebrows at his couldn't-care-less-approach, 'this has been fun, but I've got potions to brew', she bounced out of the squadroom and into the elevator leaving Tony and Ziva to exchange glares and sniping comments.
Their insult match was still going on when Gibbs entered the squadroom, he took one look at the sorry pair before deciding what had to be done. 'Go home' he strode through the squadroom, waiting for argument to hit his back, but when he turned around Tony and Ziva were already racing to the elevator. He sighed in his chair and laughed silently to himself, wondering if he should've told them that the car park had been shut up for the night…