Very, very small fic
"Do you know how much coffee Gibbs drinks?" piped up Ziva,breaking the companionable silence that had been present in the bullpen.
Tony paused his typing to look up at her.
"Dunno… a lot? But I do know that coffee is no good for your plumbing" he replied, grinning wickedly at her.
Ziva gave him a curious look.
"Plumbing? What plumbing? Why are you talking about pipes?"
Now it was Tony's turn to look puzzled.
"No, I mean…you know…the…"
Ziva interrupted him before he could continue babbling.
"You pour coffee in the pipes? What for?"
"The pipes, Ziva! You know…"
Tony gestured vaguely to his stomach.
"No, I don't know, Tony".
Tony stood up, giving up on her.
"Arghh doesn't matter!" he growled, walking out of the bull pen. "I'm going for coffee!"
"But Tony, I just want to get a better comprehension of your language" Ziva called after him.
He ignored her as he skulked away, and he muttered something unintelligible under his breath.
"You really love seeing him squirm, don't you?" asked McGee, who until that point had stayed silent as the show, unfolded before his eyes. Ziva turned her gaze from Tony's retreating back to her colleague.
"What are you talking about, McGee?" asked Ziva innocently, but as she turned away, McGee saw a flash of guilty amusement in her eyes.
McGee smiled and shook his head before going back to his work. Maybe there was still hope for those two yet.
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