Sep 25
Friendship is nothing else than an accord in all things, human and divine. – Marcus Tullius Cicero
Tony watched his partner as she stalked into the squad room. He had found it useful to observe her first thing in the morning; it gave him some idea what mood she was in and hence what kind of day he would have.
Today she looked relaxed. He was instantly on his guard. She generally looked this relaxed when she had been to one of her martial arts classes and she wanted to try out some new moves on someone. He was usually top of that list.
She settled into her chair and powered up her computer. It did not take her long to spot him staring at her.
"What?" she demanded.
"Nothing," he instantly replied.
She glared at him before striking up a conversation. "I watched this movie at the weekend. The Prestige."
"Wait," Tony gasped. "Ziva David watched a movie of her own accord? Are you ill?"
The glare he received was on a par with one of Gibbs'.
"Did you enjoy it?" He tried a different tack.
"It was very good," she declared.
"I love that movie too," he admitted. "So many twists and turns…"
"Much better than the book," she added.
"Of course you'd read the book," he muttered.
She threw a paperclip at his head. "I thought the book was interesting, but the movie improved it. Which is rare because usually the movies are worse than the books."
"BLASPHEMER!" he shouted, drawing attention to himself from all over the squad room.
A headslap cut him off. Evidently Gibbs had heard the last part.
Ziva stuck her tongue out at him. "Gibbs?" she asked. "The Prestige. Which is better, the book or the movie?"
"The movie," came the answer. "Don't you have work to do?"