Game's On Chapter 2: Bugs in your pants
A/N: Hola! I'm back with a new chapter today. Thank you for all your reviews and alerts, you're all so special, thank you! This has some Tiva fluff and also the set of rules (of course they need rules) for this war. There is also implied sexual content, but nothing major. Flashbacks in italics. All mistakes are mine, English is not my first language. So, we (me and my laptop) say hi from Dominican Republic, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: My plan to steal the rights from NCIS went down the drain, so no, I don't own it (yet).
Chapter 2
Bugs in your pants
It was 10 am and the bullpen was surprisingly quiet and without Ziva (probably sleeping) or Gibbs (probably in MTAC in sight). Tony was drowning in paperwork (apparently Gibbs punishment for making him drive to Baltimore in the middle of the night), wondering what was Ziva going to set up in payback. Luckily for him, they had set some ground rules the night after the first pranks…
It was late in the night, well past midnight. After Ziva had fulfilled her promise to 'kiss it and make it better' (amongst other more pleasurable things), they lay in bed in the afterglow of their previous activities, curled around each other. Tony was laying soft kisses to Ziva's shoulder, and she was caressing his hand that was hugging her to his chest.
"You should give up, Ziva", Tony murmured against her skin.
"What?" she croaked, her throat raw and her voice husky from screaming to certain deity.
"The pranks, Zee. If you keep up, you'll never win".
"You think you are better than me in performing practical jokes?"
He chuckled and hugged her more tightly against him. "Baby, I'm the king of pranks. You don't stand a chance".
"I could beat you, Tony", she replied firmly turning around in his arms and facing him. "We should see who lasts the longest without giving up", she purred, and he smirked.
"Are you suggesting a prank war?"
"Just to prove a point, yes?"
"And what is that point, exactly?" He asked against her lips. She pulled back.
"That I can be better than you at jokes".
"No way, sweetcheeks. You'll kill me if I pull another prank at you".
"Then we set some rules".
"Mmhmm… that's better", he said, tracing idly patterns in her back. "Rule one: we don't get angry at each other. This is just a game".
"Of course. Rule two: don't messing with furniture. I swear I'll make you buy everything you break".
"Okay, I get it. Let's see… rule three: nothing to do with sex or hair nor permanent damage to the body".
"I agree. Rule four: Abby can aid both of us".
"Fine. Rule five: we wait at least 24 hours between pranks. Are those enough?"
"Yes. The one that gives up first, loses. Deal?" she extended her hand as she could in their embrace, and he smirked and shook it.
"Deal". She smiled dangerously and he almost regretted his decision by the look on her face. She was up to no good. Dear Lord. "Now", he said rolling her on top of him and stroking her hair softly, "round two?" he wiggled his eyebrows and she shook her head smiling but leaned in to kiss him.
"Oh, Tony, you are such a male".
"That's why you love me". He said against her lips. She laughed lightly, but it soon turned into moans.
His eyes glazed over as the memory continued playing on his head, but soon he was struck out of his reverie by the woman of his fantasies striding in the squad room baggy eyed and coffee in hand.
"Get your mind out of the drain, Tony", she chastised him, and he startled, but then smirked at her who smirked back and reclined in her seat sipping her coffee. "Morning, Tim".
"Good morning, Ziva", McGee greeted her without asking about her tardiness. Gibbs had said something about Ziva being late today.
"It's gutter, Ziva. Get your mind out of the gutter". Tony replied.
"Whatever. By the way, Ryan sends his greetings".
If possible his smirk got bigger as he leaned back on his chair. "Oh, yeah? I take it you had a lovely night?" he had received a call early in the morning of his buddy at Baltimore PD. The guy was all about Dude I tell you she is sooo hot. She knocked out two guys five times bigger than her in less than 5 seconds. You'd should of seen it. It was awesome! He had only laughed and thanked him. He'd have paid to see that show.
"Delightful. I spent it in company of two bikers I had to knock out, a drug addict and a prostitute".
McGee snapped his head up horrified. "Ziva, what happened?"
It was Tony who answered, "Oh, relax, McAlarm. It's just a game Ziva and I have 'bout who is better at pranks. Man the nerve she has to defy ME in PRANKS". Tony laughed, but McGee just shook his head. This was not going to end well. These two would never give up a fight. With nothing to say, McGee went to work.
The day passed without much fuss and soon it was time to pack and go, and Tony and Ziva headed home, Tony totally unaware that Ziva's payback ammo was in her backpack already. She had to relate the story to Abby, sure, but she had gotten what she needed.
They had takeout for dinner and watched a movie, that resulted in Ziva dozing off twenty minutes after it began, and Tony spending the rest of it caressing her back and staring at her. He then carried her to bed and they settled in for the night.
The next morning it all went smoothly as usual. Ziva got up at five am for her morning run, returned at six thirty, took a shower and spent five minutes waking Tony up (which ended up in good morning kisses), and then dressed to work and headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast. When she returned to the bedroom, Tony was in the shower and his gray suit was laid in the bed waiting for him. She took the opportunity and quickly extracted the itchy powder from her backpack and sprinkled his pants on the inside.
As quietly as she had done it, she put the remaining powder away and shouldered her backpack, taking her guns and badge also. Tony got out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, and smiled at her. "Hey there".
She smiled sweetly at him and circled her arms around his waist. He returned the action, and leaned in to place a slow but loving kiss in her lips. She moaned, and he started peppering her face and neck with playful kisses. She laughed. "Tony, stop".
She pulled back, her eyes twinkling with happiness, and kissed him once more before disentangling herself from the embrace. "Get dressed, there is breakfast in the kitchen".
"I thought we were going in together today", he pouted.
She ran a hand down his freshly shaven jaw. "Remember I have to get some things at the dry cleaner? I'll see you later".
He kissed her again. "Okay. Love you".
"I love you, too". And with that, she turned and headed out the apartment barely containing her laughter. Oh, the fun she was going to have today. All she had to do was to wait.
In the end, she didn't have to wait much. She got to the office at seven thirty, and greeted McGee and Gibbs who were already there. She got to work almost immediately. Tony, as always, rushed in at ten past eight, dropped his backpack beside his desk, and sat on his desk after saluting McGee, lucky for him Gibbs was down with Abby.
The show started five minutes after he was sitting. He started to get fidgety, but hid it well (not too well, for she noticed). Twenty minutes after he dropped a hand of his desk where he was filling up some papers, and started scratching his leg.
It just got better after that. He started to fidget more obviously, and scratching harder in both legs now. McGee looked weirdly at him, "Are you okay, Tony?"
"Of course McGoo. It's all perfectly fine here". He said stilling for a moment. The truth was, his legs were on fire, he was itching all over. What the hell was going on? Sweet Jesus. He felt tempted to try teeth to alleviate the itch. What was it? Fire ants on his pants?
He continued working, barely sitting on the chair, even his butt itched. He started scratching again, this time harder and harder and in both legs. He felt like a dog with flies.
Gibbs chose that time to enter the squad room and noticed his senior field agent scratching the skin of his legs. "Stop the scratching, DiNozzo!" he barked, hiding his smile behind his coffee as he remembered the itchy thing Ziva mentioned the other day.
"What, Tony?" Ziva almost purred. "You got bugs in your pants?"
He rolled his eyes. "It's ants. Ants down your pants, Zee-Vah", he corrected.
She smiled. Was he that clueless? McGee even looked at her and seeing the expression on her face started laughing silently.
It took Tony five more second to snap his eyes to Ziva and narrow them. "No you didn't".
She couldn't control her laughter anymore and exploded along with McGee into fits of laughter. "Yes… yes I did", she gasped, her chest hurting with all the laughing.
He scowled at her, but his itching increased and he looked in mild panic to Gibbs. "Boss, permission to use the showers".
Gibbs seemed to ponder on the request, only causing his agent to look helplessly at him almost with watery eyes. It took all in him not to burst out laughing, so he sipped more coffee and then answered, "Go".
The word hadn't completely left his mouth and Tony was running for the stairs (the elevator would be more time) like his ass was on fire. Ziva and McGee paused their laughter to look at each other, and then burst out in more fits of laughter. She had tears in her eyes of so much laughing. Oh, this was too good. She didn't even care what he planned next, for this was all worthy.
A/N: So, tell me your thoughts! If you have some ideas of pranks feel free to PM me anytime. I'd appreciate it! This was hard to write, but I personally loved the fluff part in it. It's too early in my time zone, so I'll post this and go do some laundry before laying down a couple more hours of sleep.
Love,
B&T
