March 10
"Looks are so deceptive that people should be done up like food packages, with the ingredients clearly labelled." - Helen Hudson.
"Probie!" Tony barked, photographing the body in front of him.
"I'm right here, Tony." McGee gingerly rubbed his ear.
"Okay, I meant Probie number two." He shouted again, smiling as Ziva poked her head around the side of the van to glare at him.
"Is that such a good idea?" McGee hissed, watching her slam the doors shut. "She'll come after you again."
Tony snorted. "She has to be on her best behaviour otherwise she's office bound again."
"I'm going to talk to Carlson's CO. Be careful."
Again, Tony snorted as he went back to his photographs. As the senior field agent, he could have delegated the job to someone else but he enjoyed recording evidence. It reminded him of the old days when he fought for Gibbs' praise and mastered the art of judging the measurements of a woman – something he learned wasn't as great a chat up line as he'd originally thought.
Feeling a pinch at the back of his neck, Tony flinched. "Ziva!"
"You called?"
"Probie number one is talking to our man's CO. Gibbs is... around somewhere. That man disappears so fast I swear he... Why are you looking at me like that?"
Ziva's eyes were darker than usual, focused directly into his – a look he'd become all too familiar with lately. He couldn't bring himself to look away.
"Like what?" She purred, licking her lips. Tony gulped.
"We're at a crime scene." He reminded her.
"Last week we were in a seminar."
Oh God. That look. The one that made him tingle all over. The one that made his mouth dry and his heart race. The one that generally led to them losing items of clothing. Fast.
"What do you want, Tony?" His raised eyebrow at the double meaning enough to make her laugh, just as Ducky and Palmer arrived. Groaning, he practically growled under his breath as she walked away.
"I'll get you back later, David."