Tony: I'm tired of pretending
Ziva: So am I.
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"You were right you know." Ziva began, attempting to look distracted by the paper work in front of her.
Tony shrugged. "Some things never change."
She managed a smile at the retort. "About how I reacted at the compound. It may have been a bit hasty."
"Hasty? Nah." He shook his head. "Incredibly insane works better."
"I deserve that."
He set aside the file he was working on and looked up. "You did look pretty hot slicing up all those guards. Had I been semi conscious I would've given it a ten out of ten performance."
"I suppose I should be flattered." She met his eyes and seemed to blush a bit.
He stood up and made his way towards her desk at the sight. "Are you blushing?"
She shook her head and shoed him away. "I am not."
"Are too."
"Are not."
"Are too."
"D2." McGee added as he appeared out of thin air in front of them. "What are you two fighting about now?"
Tony pointed in the direction of Tim's desk. "How to booby trap your desk…so could you go sit in it? It'll give us a better picture."
Tim shrugged it off and took the hint, but couldn't help but examine his chair and such before sitting down.
"Now where were we?" Tony began, and playfully touched her cheeks. "Ah yes, you were blushing."
"I was not." She slapped his hand away. "Don't you have paper work to do Tony?"
"I finished. Leaving plenty of time for torture." He rubbed his hands together.
She lifted her pen towards him. "Do not tempt me."
He put his hands up and stood up from the edge of her desk. "Ah, okay okay. Just put the pen down and step away slowly."
Ziva stifled a laugh before standing up. "We have just apprehended a traitor, and you are still able to play games."
"Games?" Tony scoffed. "DiNozzo don't play games."
"Well David's do…and I am very close to quitting." She tossed her pen towards her desk and paced out of the bull pen. A confused yet enamored Tony following her into the open elevator.
"Um…" Tony began as the doors came to a close. "Do you mind explaining that little exchange? Even the Probie looked confused."
She placed her hands at her hips. "You are hopeless Tony."
"Thank you?" He questioned sarcastically before watching her switch off the power. "Uh, I don't think anyone is authorized to do that except the boss…"
She resisted slapping the back of his head and just came out with it. "I will not pretend anymore."
"Oh man. You're not really a man are you? Because that would totally explain your super human strength and the way you handle yourself. Kinda turns me off a little but you're still hot…don't get me wrong…Ow!" He reached for the back of his head and sighed. "Not funny. Got it."
"Tony, must you always turn everything into a joke?"
"No, well…almost everything. I have my boundaries."
She agreed. "Ah yes, the great wall of China."
He shrugged and examined her expression. "Are you saying I'm guarded?"
"You are nearly incapable of expressing your feelings. I'm beginning to think Gibbs has rubbed off on you more than I thought."
He smiled. "Feelings? This coming from the woman who has a hard time expressing her feelings about the weather."
"That is not true."
"Ha," he replied, clearly rolling his eyes. "If this whole conversation is about feelings, then you lost me."
"Not a difficult feat."
"Oh," he threw his hands up. "So we've moved onto insults have we? Well, two can play at that game."
She folded her arms across her chest. "No more games."
It went silent for a few moments before Tony cut into the tension. "By the way you're looking at me right now; I'd say its game over."
"It does not have to be." She moved towards him. "You can simply start back at the beginning."
He met her advance. "I can do you one better. I saved at the last check point."
She shot him a confused look. "Check point?"
"A place in the game where you can save what you've done; without losing all the progress you've made along the way."
Ziva managed a smile as she understood. "I see, well is this a one or two player game?"
He moved as close to her as he could. "Two…definitely two."