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: Tiva innuendo, much to Abby and McGee's frustration

Prompt: Flower crowns

The sliding door allowed him entry to the lab, and Tony walked through it engrossed in the file that hadn't gotten him anywhere all day. "Abby do you have the results on…" He stopped in his tracks as he saw Abby placing a flower crown on McGee's head. "What midsummer madness is going on here?"

McGee shrugged. "We had extra time waiting for the results."

Abby twirled a white flower in his direction, while bouncing on her feet. "And I had extra flowers."

Tony stepped closer, forgetting all about why he was there, and inspected the flower crown with a scrunched up face.

"Feeling left out DiNozzo?" McGee said with a smirk.

"Real federal agents don't wear flower crowns, McFlowerPower." From the corner of his eye he noticed Ziva walking in from Abby's office, holding an evidence box, colorful flowers braided in her hair.

Tony narrowed his eyes. "Body snatchers."

Ziva frowned at him as she walked past him to place the box on the empty table.

"Who are you and what have you done to former Mossad assassin Ziva David?"

She rolled her eyes, shook her head, and ignored him as she began rummaging through the evidence.

"I expected this from our resident boy scout," Tony said, with a nod in McGee's direction, "not our resident ninja."

"Expected what?" Ziva asked, holding a bag of what looked like dirt up to the light.

Tony stepped closer and touched one of the flowers in her hair. "The flowers."

Still confused, Ziva looked up at him. "What's wrong with the flowers, I like flowers."

"That's so…womanly of you."

She dropped the evidence she was holding with a thud. "I am a woman."

Tony looked her up and down, and grinned. "Prove it."

Ziva's brow furrowed. "Here?"

McGee groaned in the background. "I'm…gonna see if Ducky needs help."

"Good idea," Abby said tensely as they both speed walked out of the lab.

Tony pursed his lips as he watched them leave, then turned his full attention back to Ziva . "Looks like we made our coworkers uncomfortable."

"We?" Ziva shook her head, and jabbed his chest with a finger. "You!"

He grinned. "You're still here, guess that means I don't make you uncomfortable."

"True." She looked him up and down with a sly smile. "I have made you uncomfortable many times, though."

Tony bit his bottom lip, then tried to laugh it off.

"You seem a little uncomfortable, DiNozzo." She brushed past him, slowly, and as their bodies made full contact, she looked at him seductively and hummed in approval. "More than a little, actually."

Tony licked his lips, and cleared his throat as she walked away. "Didn't we have a rule about this?"

"Yes," she said, as she stopped in the door opening and turned to him. "You keep breaking it."

"Well, it's hard when you're looking all…" He vaguely gestured at all of her, while getting lost in her warm, inviting eyes. "Florally."

Ziva raised her eyebrows and nodded in the direction of his groin. "I noticed."