A/N: Another short one, because I decided to work on the Christmas sequel, as well (all I have written out so far are two mistletoe kisses...I mean, I guess that's the most important part of a Christmas fic, but still, it needs more)
Day 16: write about someone being cold.
Ziva's patience was wearing thin. Thinner than the almost see-through dress she was currently wearing. The FBI agent she was talking with kept staring her up and down. It wouldn't bother her so much if it weren't so cold outside the club, and if the man was actually capable of multitasking.
Tony had ogled her, plenty, at the start of the undercover joint operation, but it hadn't stopped him from doing his job properly. Unlike this sorry excuse of an agent. You'd think he'd never seen a woman in a low cut dress before.
"So…where did you hide your gun, again?" the agent asked, not for the first time, while staring at her chest.
Ziva felt her blood boil. Unfortunately, it did nothing to warm her up and she shivered instead.
"Agent David doesn't need a gun, she once killed a guy with a credit card."
Tony's voice coming from behind her calmed her down just enough to no longer want to get a bit warmer by punching the FBI agent. He stepped up next to her, close enough to feel his warmth on her right side. Their gazes met, and the twinkle in his eye told her he was well aware of how done she was with this conversation.
Tony removed his coat and said to the Fed, "And if you don't stop asking stupid questions and ogling her, she's going to kill you with your pencil."
He draped his coat over her shoulders, while staring the agent down. The man looked flustered, gaze flicking from Tony to her. She played along with her partner and put on a dangerous smirk after looking at the pencil pointedly.
"I, um, I guess…I have everything I need…for now," he said and scurried off towards the rest of the FBI.
Ziva smiled up at Tony, "Thank you."
"Well, you were cold, and I know you like to fight to warm up. Vance wouldn't like all the extra paperwork that would entail."
She bumped him with her shoulder. "I feel a lot warmer already thanks to your coat."
"You still look a bit nippy," he said with a grin.
Ziva frowned, she hadn't shivered, had she?
"I'm so glad a bra didn't go with that dress," he said, and she punched him in the arm.
"But, to prove I'm not quite as bad as the Feds over there," he said with a nod in the direction of the agents who were still ogling her legs, "I brought you a change of clothes."
