A/N: It will be short! Don't say I didn't warn you! Also I changed the dialogue a bit.

"I don't get it," Tony said confusedly as he stood behind his partner in the observation room. "How can a girl like her be into a guy like him? She's hot."

He leaned up against the wall beside them, using his arm for support. Their faces were close, their bodies even closer. Now that he had lifted his arm, she could faintly smell his cologne.

Ziva snorted. "Hardly, Tony. And I'll have you know that not all women like only young men with ridiculously large muscles and no personality. I find certain older men..." she shivered as his cool, peppermint-scented breath sent tingles up her spine. "Attractive," she finished, slowing her heartbeat.

"Oh, really?" he said, cocking his head to the side. "How much older?"

She ignored him, crossing her arms over her chest. She was not going to answer that question.

"There's a reasonable age gap between us, Ziva."

"Tony, don't start."

"All I'm saying is that you should admit that you're attracted to me."

"Alright," she said, turning to face him directly. "But you first."

"Excuse me?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"It is fun," she replied.

He looked around. "It never leaves this room."

Ziva held up her pinky.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Is this not an American custom? A Pinky Promise, yes?"

He nodded and curled his own little finger around hers, which was notably smaller.

"Alright, I find you attractive, Ziva David. Happy?"

"Thrilled," she whispered, walking away.

"Hey, what about me?" he asked, throwing his arms in the air.

Ziva turned around and lifted her shirt up a little, revealing a tiny digital recorder taped to her stomach.

"Tony, I just find you irresistible," she said playfully. "You tell anyone I said that, I'll okay this through the PA system."

Tony nodded and watched his partner leave, grinning. When she was gone, he pulled the pen from his shirt pocket. "Microphone hidden in a pen. Best purchase I ever made."

Ziva strolled into the bullpen early the next morning, McGee at her side, wearing a new hat on her head. A slightly more eccentric fashion statement than she would normally attempt, but nonetheless, a pleasant change. She took it off, placing it on her desk, as it was considered rude to wear a hat inside.

Tony grinned comically when he saw her. "Nice hat," he said, picking it up and placing it on his own head.

He started belting out Sinatra tunes as he pranced around the room. Each time Ziva came into his line of vision she would try to catch his eye, but she failed. Gibbs had been standing there almost the whole time, and wasn't sure that a head slap was going to cut it this time.

"DiNozzo!" he barked.

Tony snapped into an upright position, ripping the hat off his head and throwing it to Ziva like a Frisbee in one swift movement. She caught it perfectly.

Gibbs' bark was worse than his bite, so to speak, because he didn't do anything to Tony, other than threaten to chain him to his chair if he couldn't stop playing dress up with Agent David.

Only after he had sat back down did he realise that McGee had a goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Wow, Tony, the camera really does add ten pounds," he said. "This is going on YouTube."

Tony got up to defend himself, but Gibbs stopped him.

"DiNozzo, you take one step and you won't leave that desk for a month, you hear me?"

"Yes, Boss," he muttered. He looked over at his partner, who was containing a laugh. "Enjoying yourself, David?"

"Oh yes, your public humiliation is very amusing. Easily the highlight of my day."

A/N: Yeah, so that last scene was my own. Anyway, reviews would be nice.