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Title: Games
Rated: K+
Summary: Competition, one wins and the other loses. Well, maybe not at all times :) -not in a relationship-
Disclaimer: Don't own NCIS and don't own CS, I'd be rich if I did :3
They were competitive. That was obvious. Who'd drive, find the more useful lead, break the suspect first; the usual work things that made investigating a little more fun. There were also the unspoken competitions. Who'd make the other more uncomfortable or make the most smartass comment. All of them important in their own way. But there were days when they needed to compete on something completely silly. Today was one of these days.
"Seriously, Tony?" Ziva arched her brows; he couldn't possibly be suggesting this.
"Yes! Come on, you know you need to loosen up, Ziva." Her partner answered, looking at her with excited eyes. She looked around; Gibbs and McGee were out, she sighed and accepted the challenge.
She opened Counter Strike and they started playing against each other. Tony was part of the terrorists and Ziva was on the counter-terrorist team. On the first five minutes, they were simply playing, not saying a word, trying not to be caught. Then, they started glancing at each other over their computers with narrowed eyes and mutter words like 'yes' or damn.
After about 15 minutes of game, they were talking to their computers, giving orders, or threatening the virtual members of the opposite team, and of their own team at times. Of course it got a little out of control, didn't it always? Competing was so much fun. The game when Ziva's player snipped Tony's in the head. She jumped of her chair practically screaming 'YES' and punching the air; she would've done a victory dance but that seemed too much.
Tony threw himself back on the chair and groaned, he couldn't believe she'd beaten him on CS; well, actually, he could, but he didn't want to. He ran his hands over his face.
"You need to work on your strategy, DiNozzo!" He heard Gibbs say as he walked into the bullpen, smirking at Ziva.
He shook his head, he might not have won the game, but at least he made her smile. Doesn't seem like a total loss now, does it?
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