Sep 13
You are so fun and funny. When we're together, I feel like I'm all the better by association.
Ziva looked up from her work to see Tony lurking suspiciously around Gibbs' desk. Whatever he was up to, this was not going to end well.
"Tony," she hissed.
He turned towards her, his most innocent look on his face. "What?" he answered.
"You are up to something," she declared. "And if it involves Gibbs, I will kill you before he gets the chance."
He seemed to way up the odds in his mind. "Rule Twenty Three," he decided in the end.
"Never date a woman who eats more than you do?" Now she was confused.
"Never mess with a marine's coffee," he corrected her.
"And you plan to break that rule?" While most people would have been scared at the very thought, the Mossad Officer was amused. And interested.
Tony held up a small carton of milk. "Only a little," he promised. "We need to wean him off the extra strong coffee that can stand up without a cup."
She nodded her head in agreement. "I will help you," she decided. "But only if we try to change Jenny's taste as well."
He smirked. "The only other person who can drink his swill. Yuck."
She stood up to keep a look-out as Tony added a touch of milk to the coffee. Then they settled down at their desks and trying to look as though they were working.
It did not take long for Gibbs to reappear. He reached for his coffee as two pairs of eyes watched him closely…