Prompt: game
Warning: Tiva. I know, I know! *wails and gnashes teeth*
"Game"
A Monday afternoon. Backlog of paperwork. No case. Gibbs and Ziva were out.
"Did you sleep with Ziva?" McGee asked without preamble, voice traveling with confidence across the empty space between their desks.
Tony nearly dropped his pen. "Excuse me?" He blinked.
"I said, did you sleep with-"
"Not so loud!" Tony hissed.
"So you did." McGee narrowed his eyes.
Frowning, Tony looked back down at his work.
"You're blushing."
"I am not."
"You are."
"Let's not talk about this here."
"Okay." McGee thought he saw Tony's hands shaking. "But this better not be a game to you."