A/N: Didn't feel like writing today (the prompt didn't help either), hope it's not too obvious.

Day 6: Write about someone losing their gloves.


Her hands were freezing. Working a crime scene outside in the dead of winter was never comfortable. Working it after losing your gloves was almost torture. She dumped the contents of her backpack on the floor in the back of the van, hoping against hope that this time, her gloves would be in there.

Tony would make fun of her for being a bad investigator if she had missed them when she had done the same thing in the middle of the bullpen. She'd deal with it if it meant her fingers would stop hurting.

As expected, there was nothing wrong with her investigative skills, and gloves hadn't magically appeared either. She let out a frustrated sigh, and tried to rub some warmth into her hands.

"Aww, is our desert flower wilting in the cold harsh D.C. winter," Tony mocked as he got into the back of the van, rummaging around for supplies.

Ziva glared at him, but it did nothing to wipe the smirk of his face. He hopped out of the back to stand next to her, stuffing evidence bags in his coat.

"If you ever call me that again I will send you flowers at work daily, signed by a man's name."

"Funny!" Tony let out a mocking laugh and removed his gloves.

He stilled her hands from gathering her things into the backpack and lightly pulled so she was facing him. The warmth his large hands created enveloping hers was almost painful. Unlike the warmth in his eyes, which was wrapping her heart in a fuzzy cocoon she'd rather not think about too much.

He brought their hands to his face, opening his a smidge, and blowing his hot breath inside. His gaze never left hers.

"Better?" he said after a few moments.

Ziva merely nodded, not trusting her voice, still staring into his eyes. He released her hands and picked up his discarded gloves, handing them to her while looking her up and down.

"You wear them, I'm hotter than you anyway," he said with a wink and walked back to the crime scene.

Ziva narrowed her eyes at his retreating back. Maybe she should corner him in the men's room later, ask him why he still has those pictures of her in a bikini if he thinks he's so much hotter. That could get interesting.