Day 17: Write about a scarf. Tiva


It started innocently enough that morning. Tony and Ziva walked into the bullpen from opposite directions, crossing each other in front of their desks. And then Ziva removed her scarf and playfully slapped Tony on the butt.

He turned around with a raised eyebrow and one corner of his mouth turned upwards. "You break it you buy it."

Ziva laughed and went to work, after giving him a mischievous grin.

Three hours later, Gibbs sent them out to talk to the missing petty officer's parents. On their way to the elevator, Tony wrapped his scarf around his neck with more gusto than necessary, swiping Ziva's curls in her face in the process. She narrowed her eyes at his grin. He stopped grinning as soon as she took the car keys from him.

They finished the interview around noon, and Tony dropped Ziva off at a book store, while he met up with McGee for lunch. When he walked into the bullpen an hour later, Ziva was at her desk, scarf wrapped warmly around her neck. He kept his eyes on her as he walked over to his desk and sat down.

"Let me guess," he said and folded his hands in front of his lips. "The 21-year-old sales clerk tried to convince you to buy 50 Shades of Grey by giving you a hickey?"

Ziva scrunched up her nose. "That is a horrible book," she said dismissively.

Tony's eyebrows shot towards the skylight above. "You've read it," he said gleefully.

"Only the first chapter, it was horrible."

"Oh," he said disappointedly. "You didn't even get to the interesting stuff."

Ziva quirked an eyebrow at him, and he swallowed hard. "Or so I've heard," he said.

She chuckled and loosened her scarf, leaving it draped loosely around her neck.

Shortly after, Ziva walked over to his desk while he was on his cell phone to double check information. She leaned in close and the ends of her scarf ended up on his desk. He ended the call and as she explained her concerns, he grabbed one end of the scarf and cleaned his cell phone screen with it.

Ziva glared at him and whisked the scarf out of his hand, lightly slapped him in the face with it, and threatened to make 50 Shades of Grey look like child's play if he didn't pay attention.

Paying attention just got a lot harder.

A few hours and leads later, they bundled up against the cold again and went to question a possible suspect. When the suspect was less than forthcoming, Ziva changed tactics and unwrapped her scarf before unbuttoning the top buttons of her coat. There wasn't much to see other than her sweater, but the suggestive act and her subsequent flirting delivered all the information they needed.

On the way to the car, after Tony grumbled that she didn't play fair, she slapped him on the butt again with her scarf. Only this time, he grabbed the other end, and pulled her towards him.

"Careful. Don't want to damage my five."

She narrowed her eyes and looked him up and down. "Last time I checked it was a three."

"Last time you checked was a long time ago," he said as he looked down at her and looped the scarf around her neck, holding on to both ends.

"No it wasn't," she said with a glint in her eye. "I simply can't tell if it's still a five if you're wearing pants.

Tony opened his mouth, then closed it and smiled softly.

"You know," he said and glanced at her neck. "If I gave you a hickey you'd need a bigger scarf to hide it."

"Are you offering?" Ziva said as the corners of her eyes crinkled.

"That depends, are you accepting?" he asked and squinted slightly.

"Are you on the ground clutching your groin?" she countered and licked her lips.

"No," Tony said frowning and tilted his head. Ziva simply raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Oooh," he said smiling, and pulled both ends of the scarf towards him until their lips met.