Tony strode into the bullpen and threw a bag down on his desk. He did it very deliberately. An act to deliberately get attention. Attention Ziva was not going to give him. So, she kept on working.

There was a huff and a pointed cough. She kept her eyes on her computer screen. Then he shuffled the bag a bit, making a loud rustling noise making several other people look up. But not her. Nope. She was not going to give him the satisfaction. That and she did have work to do. Which was more important than encouraging him.

No, she was not in the mood to give into his ridiculousness today, what gave that away?

Tony did not seem to realise that because she could feel him grin at her, taking her non reaction as a sort of challenge as only Tony could.

He started off by giving her these pointed looks as well as coughing.

"Need a cough sweet, Tony?" She asked sweetly.

"No. And nice Harry Potter quote, by the way."

"Harry Potter quote?" She asked in confusion.

"Never mind. I'll show you all the movies later."

Movies? Did Abby and McGee not like Harry Potter? She did not think that they and Tony would like the same movies. She had flicked through the books but had not been overly impressed by them. It looked like they were going to have yet another movie marathon. Not that that was ever a bad thing. Would she like the movies though? She supposed she was going to find out.

"Okay, then."

And then she just looked away from him and continued on with her work. Not giving him any sprt of reaction at all. Except, she wasn't really working. She was waiting to see what Tony would do next. Of course, to do that, she had to look like she was working or else Tony would win. And that definitely could not happen.

She was curious about the bag be had and what was in it. Of course she was. Especially when he was acting strange about it. But that did not mean that she was going to give him the satisfaction of asking him about it. So, she continued to ignore him. She even pretended to be interested in an email on her screen. Though she also realised she had an email from the Director she was going to have to respond to.

Apparently Tony was not happy with her ignoring him because he stepped up his efforts. He picked it up and starting shaking it. And shaking it. And shaking it. He was still shaking it. The amount of noise it produced was quite a lot. People actually stopped walking to stare at him. It was ridiculous. Which meant that she was going to continue to ignore him. He would have to get bored eventually and stop. She was far more stubborn than him, she was sure. And there was only so much noise he could make with a bag of candy so she should be able to block it out.

"You know, I'm going to continue making noise until you pay attention to me," he informed her.

He gave the bag an extrmely exaggerated shake to prove his point. It made a lot of noise. Like there were a lot of things in there bouncing off each other. Ziva sighed heavily knowing that he was not lying.

"Fine then. What did you want to say?"

"Well, maybe I don't want to say it anymore."

Ziva shrugged and returned her attention to her screen.

"Fair enough."

"No, wait!" Tony exclaimed, not liking that she had called his bluff.

Hey, either way it worked for her. He either didn't say anything and allowed her to continue working or he did and he stopped sulking.

"Then talk."

He pouted at her. "Let me do it properly."

She rolled her eyes at him but gestured for him to continue. It was not like she was going to be able to stop him at this point.
He set the bag carefully down on the table, which was unnecessary considering how violent he had previously been with it, and took an exaggerated deep breath. Oh, great. This was going to be a while production.

"The one good thing about the Hallowe'en season is the candy that's available," Tony announced. "Almost makes up for the idiocy that always happens on it."

"Candy makes crime better?" Ziva asked sceptically.

"Exactly. No, wait. No. Sort of?" Tony frowned. "There's no way I can make this sound good, is there?"

Ziva smirked at him. "No. There is not."

"Well, candy makes everything better."

"I still do not think it makes crime be-"

"That's not what I meant," Tony interrupted her. "Can we stop talking about crime? It seems wrong to have candy and crime in the same sentence. Especially Hallowe'en candy."

Which didn't make any sense but this was Tony so she was not sure what she had been expecting.

"If you wish."

He squinted at her suspiciously and then sighed, seemingly giving up on the dramatics. Good.

"So," he said, shaking the bag again, making her eye twitch at the noise. "Anyone want some?"

No. She did not. Not after all that fuss about it. He was not going to win. She did not want any candy even though not ten minutes ago she was wanting something sweet. She had resisted the call of the vending machine. She could resist this as well. Even if Tony was being obnoxious about it.

"Anyone?"

McGee, the traitor, actually took him up on that.

"Knew you couldn't resist, McGee," he said with a smug smile. "There's mini nutter butters."

Apparently that was all the explanation they needed. Which, to be fair, it was. Tony didn't tease him about them for no good reason, after all.

Tony shook some sweets out into his hand and held it out to her.

"There's those sour gummy worms you like."

Embarrassingly, it only took her five seconds to cave. Hey, it was Hallowe'en. Tony did say it was the holiday for candy, did he not?