"Morning, Ziva. Morning, McProbious." Tony said as he smirked at the junior field agent, taking his seat down at his desk, licking his lips and staring with wide, anxious eyes at the paper bag in front of him. Ziva looked up at him, amused by his amusement, and he made an..interesting…noise as he quickly snatched his hand out of the bag and revealed the powdered jelly donut. He pointed to it and showed it around the bullpen, "Yes, that's right. A donut." He said, grinning, and Ziva rolled her eyes.
"Only you would be so immature." She muttered under her breath.
Tony smirked and shared a look with McGee before standing up and sauntering over to his partner's desk. He stopped next to her, "You're jealous." He said, and she furrowed her eyebrows together, a look that he absolutely adored as she stared up at him.
"What? Jealous of what? Your donut?" She scoffed, "You could not be more wrong."
"Oh really?" He asked, twirling it around her face, "Bet you can't get it, bet you can't resist it…"
"Tony, I wouldn't do that if I were you." McGee said, looking up from his computer.
Tony turned his head to Tim, "Hey, shut up, probie. No one asked for your opinion." He suddenly felt two warm hands around his and he snapped his eyes towards her. The donut was just inches from her mouth, and he quickly moved his mouth towards hers to snatch the donut away.
"You could always share." She said, seductively, the space limited between them.
"We could, could we?" Tony asked, and she nodded her head.
"Or we could play a game. Were you not telling me the other day to act childish?"
"Yeah, okay, what game?" He challenged, the space not moving from between them.
"Whoever eats the most donut first wins."
"Oh, like the spaghetti game!" He exclaimed, "With the noodles!"
She nodded, a thicker Israeli accent butting in as she said, "Exactly." With a seductive smile.
"Oh…" He said, wiggling his eyebrows but then narrowing his eyes, "You're on." He said, "Probie! Come and see who wins! You're the judge."
"Oh, I think you'll know who wins." McGee said, "I'm going down to the lab. See you guys later." He said before exiting the bullpen, "Oh my god…" He muttered. He was tired of their stupid little flirting. Maybe with this spaghetti or donut game or whatever they would finally kiss and get over their stupid flirting banter.
"One the count of three. One…" Tony started, placing the donut in position between their mouths. Only a couple inches.
"Two." She said, smiling at him.
"Three!" Tony exclaimed, and they started eating. The jelly donut broke in half and Tony quickly started to eat it up. Ziva did the same and it wasn't long until their lips touched beneath the huge lumps of jelly between them, coating their faces.
Someone cleared their throat and they both turned to see Gibbs standing in the entrance to the bullpen, coffee in hand an annoyed or confused expression on his face, it was difficult to understand. It was just one of those looks that you don't know. You just don't.
"Look boss we were just-" Tony started, red jelly flying everywhere as he talked, standing up to his full height.
Gibbs put his hands up in protest, "I don't even want to know." He said as his cell phone rang. He started towards his desk and Tony shared a look with Ziva, who just rolled her eyes before he took his seat back down at his desk.
"Yeah Gibbs." He said, "Be right there." He hung up the phone and reached for his SIG, "Gear up. Dead marine in a residence in Georgetown. Come on, let's move." Both Tony and Ziva stood up, gearing up as Gibbs looked at McGee's desk, "Where's McGee?" He demanded and simultaneously, not looking up at all they said where he was.
"Lab."
"Great. I'll go and get him. Ziva. Call Duck. DiNozzo."
"Yeah, boss?" He asked, looking up as he holstered his SIG.
He tossed him the keys, "Gas the truck."
"On it boss!" he said as he reached into his drawer, pulling out a roll of paper towels. He took a sheet off and wiped the Jelly away before chucking it at Ziva, who caught it easily using her ninja reflexes.
"Thanks." She smiled as she picked up the phone to call the ME and Tony headed towards the parking garage.
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"So what were you and Abby doing down there in the lab?" Tony asked as the three agents walked side by side towards the house where the dead marine was found this morning.
"Nothing, Tony." He rolled his eyes, "Not everything has to do with sex."
"I knew that." Tony said, offended, "I really just wanted to know what you were doing." He was being honest, which scared McGee, but he shrugged it off.
"So how'd that stupid donut contest go?" McGee asked.
Both Tony and Ziva said, together, simultaneously, "I won." They said, smirking before all three agents stopped. Tony and Ziva turned to each other.
"I won!" Ziva exclaimed, laughing a little, "You cannot deny that fact, Tony."
"Naw, I won."
"You both lost. Get over it." Gibbs said, "We've got a murder to solve." He appeared out of nowhere, like usually and stopped the three by standing in front of them, "McGee." He said, shoving evidence bags at him, "Bag and Tag."
"DiNozzo." He said, shoving him a notebook, "Witness statements."
"Ziva." He said, shoving her a camera, "Crime scene photos. Ducky should be here any moment to take him back to headquarters. Get moving." McGee and Ziva quickly walked into the house as Tony continued to stand in front of his boss.
"You gonna stand there DiNozzo or take the witness statements?"
"Uh…witness statements." He chose, flashing him his famous DiNozzo smile, "Just one question though, boss. Who's the witness?"
"Brown haired male over there." He said, pointing to the man in the red shirt by the picket fence, "Local LEO's ID'ed him as a Jacob Craig. Go and talk to him." He said, pointing to the man, and Tony nodded as the boss started to walk away.
"You know, one of my frat brothers in college was named Jacob Craig!" He called back before sighing and then walking towards the white fence, "Excuse me, Mr. Jacob Craig?" He asked, and he turned around.
"Yeah, that's me."
"Hi, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, NCIS. Here to-"
"Hold on…did you just say Anthony DiNozzo?" He asked, and Tony nodded.
"Yeah…" He said, looking around a bit and laughing, "That's my name."
"Tony!" He said, throwing his arms out, and it was only then that he realized that the red shirt he was wearing was an Ohio State Buckeyes shirt, "Buddy! How you've been doing?"
He gave him his famous DiNozzo smile and then gave him a loose hug, patting him on the back a couple of times, "Awesome!" He said, "Never thought I'd see you again!"
"Me neither! So you're a federal agent now, are you?"
"Yup." He said as he spotted the ME's truck come up and pull into the driveway out of the corner of his eye, "It's great. Really. The work is amazing and it's so much better than my PD stunts I've done in the past. They're horrible!" Tony laughed, "But enough about me, what about you? Wait, I need to take your statement." He sighed, remembering, laughing a little as he glanced down at his notepad, "They really shouldn't have made me take witness statements."
Jacob laughed, "What? You flirt with all the women like you did in college?"
It was Tony's turn to laugh, "Well…sometimes. But I haven't done much lately. Must be a dry spell or something." He said before he felt Jacob's arm shaking him. He followed his gaze.
"Look…" He said, and Tony stared at what he was staring at.
"What?" Tony asked as he watched McGee and Ziva walk out of the house. Ziva had her NCIS ball cap off, her unusually straightened hair bouncing in her step, the camera in her right hand. She spotted Tony and then quickly walked towards him.
"Whoa, whoa, she's coming towards us."
"Who? Ziva?" Tony asked, confused.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. That goddess." He swooned and Tony slowly turned to stare, okay more like gape at his apparent 'best friend' from college. There was no way he was talking about his-
"Tony." She said, stopping dangerously close to him, "You done take witness statements?"
"Not…not yet." He said, and she rolled her eyes.
"Tony, Gibbs is ready to go."
"I'll…I'll be there in a minute, sweetcheeks. Go and tell Gibbs I'm almost done."
"Fine." She said, turning around and walking away before yelling over her shoulder, "You have five minutes, my little hairy butt." She smirked, resorting back to their undercover nicknames for each other.
He grabbed onto his arm, shaking him, "Hey, hey, Tony, buddy, forget the interview, can I just have her number?" He asked, staring after Ziva the entire time as she spoke to Gibbs.
Tony smirked and snatched his arm out of his grip, "No." he said, "Witness statement. Now."
"Whoa, whoa, buddy. Calm down. I thought we were friends." Tony faked a smile, okay, forced a smile.
"Yeah, we are." If you shut up about Ziva, yeah.
"So where we were?"
"Witness statement."
"Oh yeah. That." He smirked, "And then I can get her number." He saw the anger boil in his old friends eyes, and he put his hands up, "Look, I understand." He shrugged his shoulders, "It's the guys rule number one; no flirting with someone else's girlfriend."