A/N- ok so I've spent ages trying to think of something to write for my first story and have come up with nothing, na-da, BIG FAT ZERO, then this kinda popped into my head so I figured why not? I could use the practice. So I'm kinda unsure about my writing ability so reviews would be AWESOME, please tell me what you think, good or bad. I realise its short (like really short, like short enough that if I saw it I probably wouldn't bother but please)
"Zee-vah, I need a drink,"
"Is that so Tony?" Ziva answered sounding very uninterested as she flicked through the pages of Tony's latest GSM.
"Well…." Tony prompted her.
"Well what?" Ziva looked up from the magazine, her eyebrows raised.
"Well, go get me one slave girl." Tony said placing his feet on his coffee table and leaning back on the couch.
"Right," Ziva said more to herself snapping the magazine shut she stood and headed to the kitchen. She returned to Tony's couch after resisting the urge to spit in her co-workers glass of coke and handed him the glass.
"Uhh," Tony winced.
"What?" Ziva replied with a look on her face that said this better be good.
"I don't want ice," He pulled a fake-apologetic face and shrugged handing her back the glass. "You'll need to fix that." He could see Ziva was close to cracking.
"You want, no ice?" she slowly questioned.
"That's right." Tony nodded.
"Fine" and with that she shoved her hand into the glass grabbing the handful of ice and throwing it onto the coffee table with incredible force, not far from Tony's feet.
"Happy?" She asked handing him back the now ice-less drink, her face had that scary I'm going to kill you look so Tony decided not to push it by making a comment about how unclean that was and how he needed a new one and just nodded.
"It's all good," he added before taking a sip. Ziva headed back to her seat but before she could sit down she heard him again.
"Oh, Ziva?" She took a deep breath and turned to face him.
"yes?" she answered trying to keep as calm as possible.
"I'm gonna need to go to the toilet after this."
"that is truly amazing Tony." Ziva sarcastically answered
"Nuh uh uh uh," Tony shook his finger at her, "not Tony, what are you to call me slave girl?" Ziva exhaled in anger.
"Thankyou for sharing that information of your bowel movements with me, Almighty DiNozzo." She said sitting back down.
"What do you think you're doing?" Tony questioned, "I told you I needed to go to the toilet."
"Oh I heard," Ziva assured him turning back to GSM.
"Well…?" Tony prompted , but Ziva didn't catch on, "I need you to go sit on the seat before I can go." Ziva just looked at him.
"You have got to be kidding," Ziva laughed, but when he shook his head she sobered up, "Why?"
"Well I need to go," Tony explained, "and the Almighty DiNozzo can't sit on a cold seat now can he?" Ziva just raised her eyebrows at him again hoping he would change his mind, though it didn't appear to make any difference.
"Now go on slave girl," Tony said using his hands to shoo her to the bathroom. Ziva reluctantly stood staring at Tony with pure hatred before turning to the bathroom, this was the last time she ever made a bet with Tony.
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