The woman went out of the elevator, her black, wavy hair softly flying away from her back as she entered the bullpen, a backpack hanging on her shoulder. The man watched her coming, unbearably joyful, as usual.

'''Happy birthday, Samantha. Make a wish.'''

''My name is Ziva, Tony, and it is not my birthday at all.''

''Oh come on, David, Sixteen Candles ? John Hughes, 1984 ? God, why do I take the time to make you a list of films if you're not even capable to watch any of them ?''

The female agent grinned ironically and dropped her bag on the floor, taking a seat behind her desk. She logged in and took another look at Tony.

''I wasn't watching stupid movies in 1984, DiNozzo, that's why'' she said.

''You were two years old in 1984.''

''Ah-ah.''

Ziva begun typing on her keypad, trying to ignore Tony's umpteenth stupid joke, but the agent stood up from his seat and approached her.

''It's probie's birthday, tomorrow, remember ? Little Tim is gonna become a man !''

''Oh, so he's gonna be older than you, then.''

Tony pressed a palm on his chest, pretending to feel hurt, before finally putting both hands on Ziva's desk, now suspiciously staring at her.

''So…?'' he asked, smiling again.

''So what, Tony ? I did not watch any movie from your stupid list this week, I had other fish to eat.''

''Fry.''

''Oh, what's the difference, Tony...!''

''So'' he repeated. ''How was yesterday ?''

''Not that bad'' she answered, coldly.

''Sorry, let me rephrase that'' Tony said, rubbing his neck. ''How was yesterday...with Ezra ?''

Ziva's face instantly turned red as she left her seat and confronted Tony.

''How in the world do you kn… You've read my emails, you little b...!''

''Nope'' Tony retorted and stood up. ''I've answered your phone last time you were with McGee.''

Ziva's lips started articulating words in Hebrew as he funnily begun imitating a fake assistant voice, and she finally raised an arm in the air, but Tony immediately caught the flying hand.

''Hmmm…that's pretty mean, Agent David. You should be careful with what you say. Threats against a federal agent are punished by the law.''

''You don't even understood what I said !'' she retorted, angrier than before.

''Every time this lovely mouth is saying something in your language I know pretty much what it should mean, Ziva. But I've been trained with the best, you know, I ain't scared of you anyhow.''

''Then you should be'' a voice suddenly advised, Gibbs entering the bullpen with his usual coffee cup between hands.

Ziva reflexively chuckled, happy to see Jethro finally coming, and took a last look at her colleague, trying to calm down.

''Oh, hi, boss'' Tony smiled, nervously. ''Any new case to work on ?''

''No.''

''My report will be on your desk at the end of the day, Gibbs'' Ziva added.

Jethro simply nodded and noticed the continuous smile along Tony's lips. He immediately approached him, dubious.

''What is your problem, DiNozzo ?'' he asked, furrowing an eyebrow.

''Nothing, boss.''

''Then do something, Tony'' he groaned. ''Not having a crime scene to work on doesn't mean you have to stay here and be stupidly happy !''

''Sorry, boss. I'll ask Abby if she needs help for anything.''

''Good idea, DiNozzo.''

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''Tony !''

Abby's black platform shoes tried running in his direction, the woman's arms automatically hugging the agent who had just entered her lab. She smiled at him and asked the question she was dying to know the answer for.

''So ? Any new dead guy ? Any new case ?''

''No new dead guy. No new case.''

''Greaaat ! What time is McGee coming back from the interrogation ?''

''In the afternoon, I guess.''

''Perfect, I'll leave before, then. No way I'm keeping such a secret if I have a chance to meet him before tomorrow.''

Tony smiled and watched the numerous screens around, trying to find something to do.

''Any extra help you might need, Abbs ?''

''Everything is fresh and clean, here. And as you said, no new dead body, so…''

''Oh come on, Abby'' Tony almost begged. ''Let me stay a bit in here, otherwise Gibbs is gonna kill me straight away as soon as I come back upstairs. I can already picture him, waiting for me next to the elevator, ready to give me some head slaps...brrr.''

The woman smiled and gently took his hands.

''Relax, Tony...and enjoy the freedom of doing nothing...'' She took a deep breathe and focused again on her colleague. ''Actually, there might be something you can tell me. So...you're gonna see her tonight ?''

Tony chuckled and let the words automatically leave his mouth, too happy and proud to give her the infos she wanted.

''Oh yeah, Abby. And I'm gonna treat her the way every DiNozzo treats a woman : like a princess.''

The woman left him for a minute and clicked a few times on her computer, the speakers ending up playing a sexy version of 'Happy Birthday'.

''Blimey, Tony...she whispered and smiled, sensually. Love at night and dessert for tomorrow. I freaky love that…''