A/N: I can't explain where this idea came from; all I can tell you is that I was driving home and listening to "One Week" by the Barenaked Ladies and my muse struck. It's a sneaky little devil.
It's been one week since you looked at me,
It had all started as a normal work day. They had spent most of the day interviewing associates of Corporal William Hayes, a Navy officer with high level Pentagon clearance that had gone missing three days prior. His wife and two sons had no idea where he'd disappeared to and neither did his neighbors or anyone he worked with.
"Well that was three hours of my life I'm never getting back," Tony joked dropping his pack next to his desk. At the desk opposite his Ziva mimicked his actions, her pack hitting the ground with added force. She pulled open several desk drawers before slamming each one close. Tony looked up from his computer screen and studied her closely. "Something wrong?"
"Why would anything be wrong?" she answered curtly. She unclipped her gun and badge and placed them in her drawer before taking a seat.
"Well either something is wrong or you're just angry with your desk." When she didn't respond to the bait Tony stood from his chair and perched himself on the edge of her desk. "What's wrong?" he repeated.
Ziva glared at the computer in front of her, refusing to meet his eyes. If she didn't look at him she could keep up her facade, but one look in those eyes and he would know she was lying. "I am fine, Tony. If you don't finish your report Gibbs will never let us leave."
He got the hint: conversation over, we'll talk later. With a sigh Tony moved back to his desk and went to work on his report. He'd talked to five different people that day which required five different reports to be filed even though each had said nearly the same thing. 'Stupid bureaucracy.'
NCIS
'Four down, one more to go,' he thought triumphantly. Throwing his hands in the air, Tony stretched backward listening to the bones of his back and neck pop in and out of place. Hours hunched over a computer could be murder on spinal alignment. The lights in the bull pen had been turned down as most of the people left. McGee had finished his paperwork hours ago and left just as quickly. Gibbs was somewhere, probably getting his umpteenth cup of coffee. That left only him and...
"Ziva?" he called. Her desk was empty but the computer and light were still on, indicating that she was still somewhere in the building. Rising from his desk he decided to take a short break and search for his wayward partner. She wasn't in the breakroom, not in MTAC, Abby's lab was empty. Stepping out of the elevator he heard water running to his left. 'The bathroom! Duh!' Without thinking twice he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"Tony!" Ziva shouted from the sink. "You can not be in here."
Tony laughed. "You come in the men's room all the time. And it's not like anyone is in here."
"This is different." She washed her hands concentrating on the soap bubbles instead of the man standing behind her.
"What's wrong Zi?"
"I have already told you, nothing is wrong."
"And I know you're lying," he said. "You might be able to fool some people Ziva but I'm not one of them." He walked up behind her, placing his hands on the counter on either side of her body essentially trapping her between his body and the sink. "I know you Zi. I know you better than you think."
"I find that hard to believe," she growled. Tony mistook the sound for one of passion and dropped his head to her neck, kissing the flesh there softly. "You have to be joking," Ziva said shoving her body backward, knocking Tony off balance causing him to stumbled backwards.
"What?"
"You are incredible! To even think that I would touch you after that little stunt you pulled today."
"What are you talking about?"
Ziva huffed. "That woman! You were all over her!"
Tony scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "What are you--you're talking about Petty Offficer Pierce? I was schmoozing her."
"Whatever you call it, it was disgusting!" She tried to storm past him but Tony caught her arm. "Let go of me."
"Ziva I was trying to get her to talk, nothing else." He searched her eyes hoping that she would believe him. "It was all part of the job."
Ziva yanked her arm back. "You are crazy! Do not try to use your job as an excuse," she yelled throwing her arms in the air. "I really thought you had changed Tony." She disappeared out the door leaving him standing alone in the women's bathroom.
"I have Zi," he whispered shoving his hands in his pockets. His voice echoed off the tiled walls. "I changed for you."
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