Hey peoples! So I didn't intend on continuing this one-shot, but I was going through stuff on my desktop, and I found the *original* ending to my story. So its an "alternate ending" I guess.
ALSO: I currently have another Brat Pack referencing, cliché multi chapter fanfic going right now, called "Not Another Jet Lag Story!" – I know, I'm good at names. Review if you like what you read, please!
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As soon as Tim left, she waltzed over to Tony's desk and dropped a small box on it. Tony looked up from his computer. "What's this?"
Ziva waved her hand in the air. "Two for one deal," she said vaguely, before making her way to the elevator.
"Hey!" Tony cried out, standing up. "Is this a trick? A guilt trip or something? We said no Christmas presents!"
The doors open and she stepped half way in, and then turned, a small smirk across her face. "Happy holidays, Tony."
Tony glanced down at the box on his desk. It was small and covered in a shiny blue wrapper with a thin yellow ribbon around it. He pulled at the ends carefully, but in the end, he just made the knot larger. He finally just stole McGee's scissors and cut it, and the box top fell off. Tony pulled aside a small layer of tissue paper, and then smiled.
A delicate gold chain with a small Star of David sat atop a small wad of cotton.
Tony glanced across the bullpen to the empty desk. "What are we going to do with you, Ms Ziva David?" He tapped his pen on his lips and then leaned back in his chair.