[From Frame Up]

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Claire's POV:

Ziva was at her desk reading a book titled 'American slang' to help with correcting her usage of the American sayings, which I found highly amusing. McGee and I were sitting peacefully at our desks. Then there was Tony….

"Ohhhh yea baby." Tony purred as he played some game at his desk if the noises were anything to go by.

"Oh, come on…" he groaned happily with a chuckled as the computer continued to make beeping noises. This made me suspicious as I have heard those responses from him before…and they had nothing to do with video games. I watched as Ziva rolled her eyes and McGee looked over at him in annoyance as the noises from both the computer and the man continued. We all watched as he started making mewing noises in a rhythm and when a buzzer sounded he winced.

"I'm trying to concentrate." Ziva growled through her teeth.

"That makes two of us then doesn't it, Zi-Vah." He countered, not taking his eyes away from the screen and putting emphasis on the back half of her name childishly.

"Is this work related?" I asked dryly. Tony quirked an eyebrow.

"Of course its work related…Claire." He answered in an upbeat tone. McGee slowly walked over to watch Tony's screen once he was distracted.

"Judge my ." McGee read off. This time my eyebrows shot up and Tony immediately started, grabbing a magazine to slap over the screen frantically.

"Hey!" he shouted at the Tim defensively.

"I thought we were working on this Tony." I scolded him, with an pointed undertone. Tony smiled sheepishly at me.

"Old habits die hard." He muttered before shooting a glare at McGee.

"A little privacy over her Probie." he scolded. McGee rolled his eyes and as he walked back to his desk at a painfully slow pace. During this he made a show as he lifted up his suit jacket to show off his tush. Ziva leaned forward examining it; playing along.

"I give it a 4." She told him. McGee dropped his jacket and whipped with an insulted look.

"Are you kidding me?! 4?" he asked her defensively.

"Out of 5 I think that's good….isn't it?" she explained, waving her hands in question. I grinned in amusement as McGee puffed up in pride.

"Out of 5." He murmured tauntingly, pointing at her in approval. Ziva nodded and shot a point back at him. Tony leaned against his desk, putting out his butt and running a hand along it as he looked in the computer monitor reflection. I looked over at him and couldn't hold by my chuckle at how ridiculous he looked.

"Come on." Tony coaxed as he wiggled it around, grinning over his shoulder at me.

"No I will not get involved with this…"

"Come on, come on." Tony continued chanting as he paraded it around. I bit my lip in amusement.

"But Gibbs seems to always be around the corner I'm not…."

"Give it a little look see. Give it a little something." He chirped relentlessly. I began laughing again at his persistence. However there was a plus side to all of this…..I could stare at his ass without questioning from the others.

"No…no!" I stubbornly protested, not wanting Gibbs to walk in on me comment. That would be so embarrassing.

"Come on!" he slapped his butt.

"What do you think, rate it." He taunted with a devilish grin. I licked her lips and sighed, knowing he wasn't going to drop it until I rated it.

"Fine…..a 2." I told him decisively. Tony's smolder dropped as he gaped at me.

"A 2?" he asked in confusion and glanced at McGee who laughed triumphantly.

"2?!" he waved his hands around in disbelief. Ziva said nothing and went back to her book, hiding her smile behind it. I grinned at him coyly as he scoffed, clearly offended that I thought so little of it.

"What's a 2 DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked causally as he strode into the office.

"I was just explaining the rules to Ziva boss." Tony coolly explained.

"And number two is what?" Gibbs asked, rifling through his desk drawers. Tony froze as he desperately tried to remember. Ziva looked to him in amusement.

"You know I'm always a little fuzzy on 2." Tony admitted.

"Grab your gear, we're going to Quantico." Gibbs ordered instead. We all grabbed their bags quickly and started after him. However Tony quickly got his and stood directly in my exit as my back was turned. So as I spun around to leave I yelped in surprise as I nearly ran him over.

"Two?" he glared at me. I grinned at how seriously he was bothered by this.

"I thought you liked my tush?" he questioned seriously. I giggled and pulled him close to me by the lapels, once I saw that the team was already heading down the elevator.

"Of course I do." I told him quietly, my mouth hovering over his. Tony glanced down at my lips but quickly looked back up at my eyes and frowned.

"Then why a 2?" he asked curiously.

"I took 3 points off for excessive hair." I quipped, looking him up and down seductively.

"I don't have.." he scoffed nervously but paused at my knowing grin.

"That's a 5." He realized. I giggled at his sudden mood change.

"If you shave." I joked and smacked him on the butt playfully. Hearing this new revelation Tony swelled up in pride once more. I walked ahead of him and could practically feel his eyes as he smirked, staring down at my butt as I walked away from him. Pausing I turned to grin at him and Tony quickly dashed after me into the elevator. Standing along the wall we waited until the doors closed before speaking.

"What would you rate mine as?" I questioned curiously. Tony let out a low whistle.

"Out of 5?...a 10." He told me smugly. I chuckled and shook my head.

"You're trying to sweet talk me for tonight aren't you?" I mused knowingly.

"That depends…..is it working?" he asked, shooting me a crooked grin. I hummed in contemplation.

"We'll see." I told him vaguely.