Sep 5
A man's wishes are his magnetisms. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ziva smiled to herself as she continued to admire the letter opener. It was perfectly weighted, exactly the right size and had a beautifully sharp edge. She had loved it from the moment she had laid eyes on it.
It was a good addition to her collection of 'office equipment that could double as a weapon'. Although she was not sure if it did not class as a weapon in its own right. She could use it to kill a man in a variety of ways.
She was still turning it over in her hands when Tony appeared in the squad room, late as usual. She smiled her greeting at him as he flung his rucksack down and turned his computer on.
"Does Gibbs know I'm late… Hand over my letter opener now!" he demanded.
"Gibbs is on a coffee run," she replied calmly. "He is aware that you were not here when he left. This is no longer your letter opener."
"Just because you took it from my desk doesn't make it yours," he pointed out, getting up from his chair and stalking over to her desk.
She held it out of his reach. "I have admired it for a long time," she confessed. "You barely use it."
"Doesn't make it yours," he repeated. "Give it back."
She waved it in his face. "Do you know how many ways I could kill you with this?" she inquired, smirking.
He gulped. "A lot?" he suggested.
"A lot," she confirmed. "Who owns the letter opener now?"
"You do," he decided.
She patted his cheek. "Fast learner."