Ziva (to Tony): …Bye Sweetheart
"Good morning sweetheart…" Tony greeted for the fifth morning in a row.
Ziva had been capable of ignoring it till now. "You will not get over it will you?"
"Get over what?"
She walked over to him without a smile. "Must you keep bringing it up?"
"Bringing what up?"
She resisted the urge to head slap him. "Next time I will refrain from pet names."
"So you're saying there's gonna be a next time?"
"If there is, I will not refer to you as sweet anything…"
He smiled. "Relax Ziva, it's not like it meant anything…geez, I figured you'd be used to be messing with you by now."
"Perhaps I will never get used to it."
He noticed her softening a bit. "That's not a bad thing…what would become of us if we got a long all the time?"
"Peace and quiet." Gibbs swopped in, in his usual manner and quieted them for the moment.
Later that night, Tony appeased her with a truce. "Okay, I'll stop calling you sweetheart, if you stop calling me sweetheart."
She resisted the urge to slap him again and agreed. "Alright."
"It's settled then," he threw his bag over his shoulder and started towards the elevator. "Night sweet cheeks…"
It wasn't long before found himself being chased by Ziva towards the stair well with a stapler in her hand…Gibbs arrived in the bullpen to catch the tail end and smiled to himself.
He sighed happily. "Peace and quiet."