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Title: Latte

Rated: K+

Summary: Ziva is undercover and Tony wants a latte. -not in a relationship-

Disclaimer: Surprise, surprise! I don't own it. All I own is my imagination.

There she was, working undercover as a waitress. She was supposed to flirt with their suspect and hopefully get him to ask her out. He went to that café every morning; funny how people create habits that they sometimes don't even notice.

As always, Tony was her backup. He was sitting at one of the tables, pretending to be a client; the fact that he was there made her feel safer, but it bothered her, because she had to serve him too. He made a sign with his hand, to call her to his table; she rolled her eyes, put on a smile and walked to him.

"How may I help you?" She said batting her lashes in an obvious I-don't-really-mean-it way.

"I just want a latte, thanks Ziva." Tony answered, grinning fully at her. Oh yes, he was enjoying this.

Ziva wrote down his order. "Anything else?" The brunette asked, arching her brows at him.

"You know, I could get used to having you serve me like this, it's very nice." The teasing was obvious on his voice, not that he was trying to hide it anyway.

"Don't" She narrowed her eyes and walked away, to get his order to the kitchen.

When his latte was ready, she put it in tray and walked to his table. But instead of giving it to him, she pretended to trip and spilled it all over him; though she was apologizing, there was a slightly amused grin on her face that didn't go unnoticed by Tony.

"You did on purpose, David." He made sure to whisper when she tried to dry his shirt with some napkins.

"Still want me to serve you, Tony?" She whispered back, half chuckling.

"More than ever." He informed her smiling an overly sweet smile that meant she didn't get what she wanted.

The Israeli just sighed loudly, dropped the napkins, and walked back to the kitchen with an extra swing on her hips to get him another latte.

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