Authors Note: Here is the next in the series - same idea as the last one but it plays a bit more with the idea of the fourth wall.
Ziva snuck back around the corner as quietly as she could, given that her ninja skills were out of practice. Yes, she thought to herself as soon as she had a clear view of the bullpen, I have caught him red handed. She slithered up to the divider before making her presence known. She had always found that proximity produced a more satisfying reaction.
"What are you doing, Tony?" she finally asked in her most seductive voice.
Tony leaped up from her computer, the backs of his legs colliding with her desk chair and causing him to collapse onto the floor.
"I told you not to do that," he said from under her desk.
"Do what, Tony," she purred sweetly. She did so like the sound of his name as it dripped from her sexy lips. At least she thought they were sexy. I mean, why else would that strange guy in the director's chair keep telling her to purse them in interesting ways.
"Sneak up on me," Tony replied as he stood up rubbing his head where it had contacted the desk.
"You deserve it for trying to get into my email again. Tony, why are you so jealous of my *friend*?"
"Jealous? Friend? Ziva, what are you talking about?"
"Were you not just trying to read my emails to my new friend in Miami? Are you not driven wild with jealousy by the thought of him touching me?"
"Uh, no."
"Then why were you trying to hack into my computer?" Ziva asked with a frown that she was sure would have been described as pretty, had there been anyone other than Tony there to describe it.
"Oh, uh, I'd rather not say."
Ziva pulled a paperclip out of her pocket and held it up in as threatening a posture as she could manage. Which was not that threatening because, after all, she was holding a paperclip. When Tony looked unimpressed, she began to unbend it dramatically. Tony gave an involuntary shiver.
"You know, Ziva, sometimes you seriously creep me out."
"Talk!" she demanded.
"Really, trust me, you don't want to know," Tony said as a slight blush colored his cheeks. Ziva waggled the paperclip. "Alright, fine. If you must know, I was looking for the videos of Gibbs."
"What?"
"The videos of Gibbs. You know, the ones from the surveillance cameras in the locker rooms. The naked ones."
"You think I have naked Gibbs videos on my computer?"
"You don't? I got an email saying they were in your inbox."
"Why would someone want you to snoop around in my computer?"
"I dunno. It came from an account called tptb-nbc, and was signed 'the Director,'" Tony explained. "It looked kind of official, so I believed it."
"Well, whoever it was, I think it was in very poor taste," Ziva said in disgust. Then she realized that disgust was a good reason to purse her lips again, so she shook out her hair and went back to pouting at Tony.