Nietzsche - Beware of syphilitics preaching morals.

Tony DiNozzo; Very Special Agent, friend, partner…player. He flashed his badge and the girl swooned.

"Tony." She fluttered her eye lashes at him. He grinned his best DiNozzo grin and lowered his head.

"Tony." Ziva raised her voice this time. Her partner in Crime (fighting) was drifting off into his own world. No doubt he was thinking about how good looking he was, or how the women loved him. He didn't even flinch so she rolled up a piece of paper and threw it at him. It hit him squarely in the forehead. He jumped and raised his hands.

"What?!" He snapped. Ziva crossed her arms. Tony glared at her, angry at having been woken up from his daydream, just as it was getting good too.

"I asked you a question." Ziva sounded tired and he narrowed his eyes at her, surveying her. She shifted uncomfortably. "What?" She questioned.

"Why are you in such a bad mood sweet cheeks?" He asked, waggling his eyebrows, "Did you have a late night?" He asked sweetly. Ziva rolled her eyes, and he gasped.

"Oh my god you did have a late night," He stood up from his chair and walked round to her desk, leaning over it. "Who were you with?" He asked. Ziva stood up and mirrored his stance, bringing her face 2 inches from his.

"Get your hands off my desk or I shall break every one of your fingers." Tony back off slightly but still continued to grin at her with the most irritating, smug grin she had ever seen. She crossed her arms and looked at him expectantly.

"You know, Zee-vah, that sleeping around isn't good for you?" He purred, the glee at being able to tease someone else for having loose morals obvious on his face.

"Tony…" She warned, her hand tightening around her letter opener. Tony back away one step but kept the smirk on his face.

"There are so many things that you can catch Zee-vah, you wanna be careful. Did you use protection?" He asked, enjoying watching Ziva squirm and advance in anger at the same time.

"I do not believe that is any of your business." She replied haughtily. Tony let out a crow of triumph.

"So you did…I knew it…you dirty little…" Ziva grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back, causing Tony to fall face first onto his desk. Ducky chose that moment to come around the corner and over hear Ziva snarl in Tony's ear.

"Finish that sentence and I will remove Little Tony." She let him up and Ducky looked at her with amusement; Tony looked at her with caution.

"Dare I ask?" Ducky asked. Ziva shook her head and smile sweetly at him. Tony swallowed, it was scary how quickly she could turn from deadly assassin to part of the team within a split second. He decided to push his luck once more.

"I was just warning Ziva about the evils of sex, Ducky." Ducky nodded his head and glanced at Ziva. She advanced on Tony yet again, who ad backed away but found himself backed onto his chair. He sat down heavily as Ziva twirled the letter opener in her hands. Tony swallowed again.

"I believe Nietzsche had a quote that would fit here." She said thoughtfully.

"What?" He asked. The reply he got was an enigmatic smile and a light slap to the face. She gave Ducky a friendly nod as she walked off.

"What? Ziva…what?" Tony called after her.

"I believe she means 'Beware of syphilitics preaching morals'…I think she may be upset with you Anthony." Duck said. Tony gaped at him.

"So what she's trying to say is…" He trailed off as realization dawned on him. He jumped up from his chair and raced after Ziva. "Ziva…come back here…I DO NOT HAVE SHYPHILIS."

Poor Tony! strokes Tony

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