Snap
"You should know better than to sneak up on an assassin Tony." She chided, her anger evident in her tone of voice.
"I know," Tony replied, "I just couldn't help myself. Sorry, Ziva."
"Apologising is a sign of weakness Tony. You of all people should know that." Ziva stated.
"Ah well, compared to you I'm already weak," Tony joked, "Me apologising shouldn't change things too much. If anything, it should disarm you long enough for me to talk my way out of death or any other type of excruciating pain." Tony grinned, trying to joke his way out of the situation. Seeing Ziva's lips quirk the slightest bit told Tony that he was possibly making his way out of the ocean trench of a hole he'd dug himself.
"It is a shame there is no way of recording what you just said, Tony" Ziva reasoned, "I would really have enjoyed showing the rest of the team the minute you admitted to me having the upper foot."
"Hand, it's admitting that you have the upper hand. And don't worry about it, they already know that you're the stronger person."
Tony's correction of Ziva's grammar was the last straw for the Israeli assassin. With renewed effort and determination, Ziva forced Tony up against the wall as hard as possible, once again finding savage pleasure in the fear that was evident in his face.
"That is enough Tony. You have pulled the screws out of my chair, put tobasco in my coffee, sent the pictures of my air guitar to the entire office and mocked me all week, for no apparent reason. I have had enough! If you have a problem with me Tony, then choke it out, because otherwise...what now?" Ziva exclaimed angrily, pausing as Tony just about managed to slide his hand between their bodies to raise it above their heads.
"It's spit. You don't choke it out, you spit it..." Tony's smart remark was one too far. Ziva took a step back and closed her eyes, giving Tony a surge of hope. If he could just reach the door before she did make him 'choke it out', then he'd hopefully survive the rest of the day. However, just as he made a dart for the door, Ziva launched herself at his back, creating a bit of a scuffle.
As Ziva had surprised him, her extra weight caused Tony to falter against the ladies room door, giving Ziva the chance to lean down and lock it, prevent anyone entry or escape. Meanwhile, Tony was adjusting his balance and trying to straighten himself out, which was proving to be difficult with Ziva's arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
"Are you planning on getting off me anytime soon, Ziva?" Tony asked sardonically, making his way over to the sinks, "Cos you know, you weigh quite a bit and I'm not sure that all of it's muscle. Ouch! What was that for?" Tony asked indignantly, in retaliation of the heel that Ziva had just forced into his intestines, "I'm only being honest."
"Honest is not in your best interests at this moment in time Tony. My hands are mere inches away from your neck, which gives me a variety of possibilities to cause you slight discomfort, excruciating pain, excruciating pain leading to death, an excruciatingly painful death or just a quick snappy death. So if I were you, I would shut your mouth, because I could also shut that for you too." Ziva threatened, whispering in Tony's ear.
"That's good to know Ziva, but you didn't answer my question. Are you planning on getting off me anytime soon. If not, I'd be glad to forcefully remove you off my back and as far away from my neck as possible."
"That Tony, is something I'd like to see you try. I dare you."