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David and Goliath
"Go away you strange and silly dog!" Ziva yelled out, breaking the silence.
"Pardon?" Tony asked looking up from his magazine. It was, after all not the first time he'd been called a dog. He found it depressing that he'd gotten used to the title…
"Not you, the sausage dog followed me into the building and now he won't leave!"
Tony glanced at her. "It's a wiener dog."
"I don't care." snarled Ziva, "He's annoying. Like you."
"Look at the tag. It'll have his address."
Bending down to the small dog Ziva glanced at his collar. "It says, Goliath…"
"Heh. David and Goliath." Tony chuckled.
The End