A/N: And I thought the fireplace prompt was difficult...but, I made it halfway through the 30 day challenge.

More three musketeers, more humor, actual Tiva.

Day 15: write about winter shoes.


Tony walked to the trunk of the car, where McGee was grabbing his backpack, and shook his leg to kick snow off his shoe.

"If these shoes are ruined, I'm sending the bill to accounting." He wiggled his toes inside his shoes. "And if my feet fall off from the cold, I'm suing."

"Enough with the shoes," McGee said annoyed. "You've been complaining for half an hour, why are you even wearing fancy Italian shoes to a crime scene in the dead of winter?"

"I told you, my winter shoes were ruined at the previous crime scene," he looked at McGee pointedly and raised his voice, "and I haven't had the time to buy a new pair."

McGee rolled his eyes and groaned before walking off in the direction of the police tape. Tony pursed his lips, glared, and turned to grab his backpack from the back of the car.

Out of nowhere, a pair of brand new winter shoes dangled in front of his face. He turned and met Ziva's smiling face.

"I thought these might come in handy," she said, and he took the shoes from her.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded his approval, turning them around in his hands. Thick soles with a good profile, waterproof, nice stitching…they looked expensive.

"Nice, and you got my size right."

Ziva stepped into his personal space and looked up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Of course I got your size right," she said.

He smiled down at her. "When did you-"

"Ordered them online, express delivery."

McGee walked over to them, and waived at Ziva.

"Hey, did you drive up here with Gibbs?" he asked. Ziva nodded towards the house. "Great, I forgot my phone in the car," he said and walked around them to the passenger door.

Tony focused his attention on Ziva again, and placed his left hand on her waist where it would be hidden from view by the car.

"What would I do without you," he murmured as he lowered his head slightly.

"You would probably be at the hospital, waiting for a doctor to amputate your black dying frostbitten feet," she said tilting her chin upwards, eyes locking with his.

Tony chuckled, "I did not need that visual, but thanks for the shoes." He lowered his head to steal a kiss.

The slamming of the car door made them jump three feet apart and look in the direction of the offending noise.

McGee looked at them with a blank expression. "What?"

"If you tell anyone-" Tony said, realizing he and Ziva had slipped up.

"Tell anyone what? Everybody knows you're together."

Tony looked at Ziva in complete surprise. She tilted her head and frowned.

"What?" she said.

McGee shrugged. "We divided the office pool three months ago." Then he made a face and added, "Gibbs called it and won."

Tony gaped at him, wondering what exactly that meant. "Three months ago?" he asked.

"We've only been together for two," Ziva said sounding equally confused.

McGee's eyes went wide, "Son of a-"