30 day challenge notes: quantity over quality, limited editing, stand-alone/unrelated stories unless specifically stated otherwise, not always tiva, chronologically randomly set in whatever pre-s11 season seems to fit
A/N: Tony and Ziva banter after an undercover op didn't go as planned
Prompt: "You know mimosas get less socially acceptable when brunch takes place at seven in the morning"
Tony sat down on the bar stool next to her, and rubbed his face. He sighed heavily, and licked his parched lips—Hawaii was a lot warmer in spring than he remembered. Running a hand through his hair, he took in Ziva; brightly colored sundress, unruly curls, bags under her eyes, chin firmly planted in the palm of her left hand to keep her head up, right hand with bruised knuckles loosely holding on to an orange drink.
"You know mimosas get less socially acceptable when brunch takes place at seven in the morning," he said with a half grin.
She glared and took a big gulp of the cocktail.
Tony signaled to the bartender to bring another one. Their flight was in three hours, may as well enjoy paradise a little. "Why are you in such a bad mood?" he asked.
Ziva sat up straight and narrowed her eyes at him. "Because I have been up for almost forty hours straight."
"I know, I was right there with you," he said mildly annoyed.
"You got to take a nap."
Tony's eyes widened. "I was drugged."
"Yes, you slept for two hours."
He opened and closed his mouth. No point in arguing with her, unless he wanted to ruin his mood completely. The whole undercover operation had started out so well; sun, sea, cocktails—albeit non-alcoholic—Ziva in a bikini, waving palm trees.
The bartender placed a mimosa in front of him, and he smiled tightly, before taking a sip. And then another as he felt Ziva staring at him.
"Should we…have a campfire about our reports?" she asked.
Tony's eyes went wide, and he put down the mimosa wishing he had ordered bourbon instead. The whole undercover operation had ended so poorly; them getting abducted by the drug dealers they were supposed to entrap, the drug dealers all but torturing them…the drug dealers turning out to be undercover NCIS agents trying to entrap them. Of course, he hadn't actually been awake for that reveal, Ziva had informed him of that tidbit of information after he woke up all groggy from his two hour "nap".
He turned towards her. "I'm not sure our Hawaiian coworkers will be open to a campfire." Glancing at her bruised right hand, he continued, "They looked a little worse for wear when I last saw them."
Ziva clenched her jaw. "They forced you to drink something…" She jabbed a finger at him. "You passed out…" She turned away and fiddled with the strawberry on the rim of her glass. "Besides, it was very warm there, and I was tired."
"If that's the damage you do when you're tired-"
She shook her head. "I did not even break any bones…I think."
Tony lifted a single eyebrow. "Which is why you're right, we probably should have another chat with them."
Ziva's shoulders slumped, and she downed her drink. "I hope Vance doesn't plan a team building event with the Hawaii office any time soon." Rubbing her eyes, she yawned widely, and slumped onto the bar.
Tony chuckled. "Come on," he said, and gently held on to her elbow to guide her onto her feet. "I'll ask them if they have anything left of whatever they used to drug me, so you can sleep on the flight home, while I come up with a way to make our reports disappear."