Rating: T
Disclaimer: Own nothing, not being paid
Spoilers: General for third season
Comments: Huge thank you to kate98 and Cha Oseye Tempest Thrain for betaing. Written for "Games" challenge on livejournal.
"Oh, I just figured out Tony's problem," Ziva said huskily, as she moved to stand right in front of Tony's desk. "You weren't allowed to play any 'reindeer games' when you were a child, were you?" She pouted in mock sympathy and yanked one of the antlers sitting on Tony's head.
"Hey, watch it." Tony stroked the antler possessively. "I played Monopoly."
"Monopoly?"
"It's a board game," McGee supplied helpfully. "The aim is to win as much money as possible, through buying property and building houses or hotels on it."
"I always ended up in jail," Tony commented, shuffling some of the piles of paperwork on his desk.
"Why does that not surprise me?" McGee muttered.
"Probie! Do you want me to tell Ziva about the poison ivy incident?" Tony smiled widely.
McGee ignored him. "Don't you think you should take those off before Gibbs sees you?"
"I think he should leave them on," Ziva said as she strutted back to her seat. "Prancer looks very..." she smiled, "adorable."
Tony grinned briefly, before processing what she had said. "Prancer?" he asked, wide eyed with horror.
"I could have called you Vixen," Ziva said matter-of-factly.
"Prancer's fine."
"How do you remember the names of all those reindeers anyway?" she asked.
"Reindeer, Ziva. We say reindeer. And most people don't remember their names."
Ziva spluttered, suddenly seeming to stare past Tony.
"Ziva, did you swallow a fly?" Tony asked cautiously. She mutely pointed behind him. Tony and McGee both turned around and stared in astonishment. Gibbs and Fornell calmly walked down the stairs, deep in conversation, wearing red Santa hats.
Gibbs looked down at them. "DiNozzo, take those ridiculous things off your head!" he yelled, before walking to the elevator with Fornell. The elevator arrived after a few seconds and the two walked in, turned around, and stared grumpily out at the agents until the doors shut.
"I didn't just hallucinate that, did I?" Tony finally asked. The other two shook their heads. "No wonder I was always terrified of Santa Claus."