Prompt - Jeanne Benoit / Ziva David / unprofessional
Don't lie, everyone wanted to see some kind of catfight between them. Myself included. I just couldn't make the catfight work so I tried a different tactic.
Ziva locked eyes on the woman in the cafe across the street. She was looking at Tony with confusion in her eyes and her body language said she was was debating whether or not so approach the police tape. Ziva glanced at her partner. He was still caught up in explaining something to her about how the murder resembled some movie. He didn't notice that she had zoned out and he definitely hadn't picked up on the woman's gaze.
That was the difference between them – if he had picked up on the attention he had brushed it off as a member of the crowd getting a little too nosy while she had picked up on the difference in the stare. Just because she pretended she didn't have 'crazy ninja skills' didn't mean that they didn't exist.
"Tony," she muttered, keeping her eyes forward, "We're being watched."
To the untrained eye, Tony didn't react. Ziva, however, saw the minute changes in his posture. He moved so that he was standing a fraction in front of her. His eyes darted around, looking for whatever Ziva had seen, before he turned his head slightly towards her in a silent question.
"The cafe across the street. We've passed it, but she's still watching. From the way she is glaring at me, I think it might be one of your exes."
Tony seemed to think for a moment, before his eyes lit up in realisation. "Lynn works on this side of town. She was the last bad break-up."
Ziva shook her head as she stopped at their car. Only he would run into an ex while interviewing a suspect. Ziva pushed away the niggling thought that he wasn't right. There was something in the girl's eyes that suggested she was more than a bitter ex. It was hurt, betrayal. But then again, a lot of Tony's exes had reacted the same way because they had believed that he loved them. It couldn't be his new girlfriend...
Suddenly, Tony threw his arm out and effectively trapped Ziva between his body and the car. Looking up at him, Ziva raised an eyebrow questioningly. Leaning towards her, Tony whispered, "Help me?"
Ziva glanced back up the street and saw that the woman had exited the cafe. She was now standing on the sidewalk with her friend. The woman was staring at Tony with her hands clasped over her mouth, and Ziva was pretty sure that she was crying. The friend was glaring.
Ziva turned around and grinned up at Tony. She was about to do something extremely unprofessional. "Of course." And with that his lips were on hers.