It was that dreaded day again. The day Ray stopped by the office to take Ziva out on their date that usually occurred once every three months.
This particular day though, was different. Today Tony was going to begin on the long road of winning Ziva back. He needed her back. All to himself. As selfish as it sounded, he couldn't live without her. And he was living without her.
"Hello," Tony acknowledged Ray in a curt, smug tone.
"Hello," Ray replied cheerily, with a grin plastered on his face.
Tony's next question came out more cheerily than he expected, "You guys going on a date?"
"Yes Tony," Ziva replied, trying not to snap at him.
"Ziva and I went on date once y'know. It was in Paris," Tony smirked, standing up at his desk and approaching the elevator. With each word his voice got louder and louder, making sure everyone in earshot could hear, "And the night before we shared a hotel room and a bed,"
Just before Tony entered the confined walls of the elevator, he turned around and sent a very obvious wink in the general direction of Ray and Ziva.
