-1They walked slowly towards the bull pen, Tony still lost in his thoughts; McGee looked up from his desk and frowned as they arrived,
"Something wrong with your neck Tony?", Tony dropped his arm quickly, having forgotten he was still tenderly touching the spot where just a minute ago Ziva had been kissing him.
"No, nothing's wrong," He snapped irritably, glancing at Ziva to see if she had noticed what had just happened, he was just in time to see her smirking knowingly as she sank into her chair. He sighed and started towards his desk, flopping onto his seat. McGee darted his eyes between the two others, Ziva was carefully inspecting a pile of papers on her desk while Tony was staring into space.
"So, Tony, come up with any of Ziva or my hobbies yet?" Tony flashed him an angry glare,
"No, no I have not. Maybe if you two had even a tiny interest in something even the littlest bit cool then I would have." McGee furrowed his brows, taken aback by his response. Ziva looked up from her work,
"Maybe it is you who are boring Tony, not us, did that thought ever occur to you?" she asked mildly, he ignored her. There was a few moments of strained silence before McGee felt uncomfortable enough to try speaking again,
"So, you knew that woman then? The witness?" hoping regaling the tale of a past conquest would lighten Tony's mood. It did not have the effect he was aiming for as Tony leapt to his feet and strode towards him,
"What does that have to do with anything?" McGee rolled back in his chair slightly,
"Nothing, nothing just y'know, making conversation. . ." he stuttered nervously, Tony turned to the filing cabinet and started rifling through it. "Jeee, you're awfully touchy today."
"I am NOT touchy!" Tony snapped again,
"No of course, you're completely cool and calm." McGee muttered as he turned back to his computer. Gibb swept round the corner as Tony slammed the drawer shut and spun round, just in time for Gibbs to shove a big brown envelope into his arms,
"Take this down to Abby's, McGee-you're with me." McGee didn't need to be told twice, springing up and scurrying after his Boss. He didn't even ask where they were going, anything to get out of the uncomfortable atmosphere. Tony stepped across to his desk to pick up his phone before going downstairs, he was just about to turn to leave when he felt Ziva standing behind him, he groaned quietly-knowing he was definitely not going to come out on top after this.
"Tony, you are touchy today?" she said quietly,
"No, no I am not."
"Oh, I think that there are many things that you would like to . . . Touch." she replied suggestively.
"What?" he sighed, "That's not what touchy means"
"Oh," she sounded slightly confused, "What does it mean then?" Her breath was warm on the back of his neck,
"It means like, that you're tense or defensive" he explained.
"Ooooh" she slipped her hands under his suit jacket and ran them up his back before gently dragging them back, her fingers digging in slightly. He sucked in his breath as she leant forwards, moving her mouth close to his ear again,
"What could possibly be making you tense Tony?" her hands suddenly slid round to his front as she moved closer, gently pressing against him as her fingers slowly moved down his stomach, towards his belt. He felt a his trousers becoming tighter and a moan growing in his throat, he broke out of her arms before it had a chance to escape, turning towards her.
"Stop it!" he hissed, Ziva stepped back,
"Stop what?" she asked innocently,
"You know what!" he glanced around him quickly, checking no one had seen. When he looked back at her he she was staring down at the statically placed envelope he was holding in front of him and smiling smugly.
"Just don't, it's, it' just not fair!" he threw himself down into his chair, rolling right under his desk before removing the envelope and placing it on top of his keyboard. Ziva chuckled at him, snatching up the envelope,
"Maybe it would be best if I took this down?" she strode past and then stopped and leaned over the partition beside his desk, "If anything," she paused, glanced down and raised an eyebrow suggestively, "Comes up, just shout for me" she whispered huskily and then stood up straight, smiling sweetly. He sighed,
"I'm sure you mean about the case Officer David?" he clenched his fists
"Of course, if anything comes up about the case, what else would I mean Tony?" her eyes slid downwards once more before she spun round and set off towards Abby's.
