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, bullpen nonsense
Prompt: "looks like sundress season's come early"
After fifteen minutes of listening to the lawyer ramble on incessantly, Tony moved the phone receiver away from his ear and pinched the bridge of his nose. His dislike for lawyers wasn't quite on Gibbs' level, but it was getting there. He turned his chair ninety degrees to glare at McGee, for no other reason than to take his misery out on someone, and unfortunately for McGee, he was the only one present.
At the ding of the elevator, and McGee's refusal to so much as acknowledge him, he swiveled his chair back and steeled his nerves to return to the one-sided conversation over the phone. The infinite stream of legalese hadn't let up, and he stifled a groan. Pulling the top drawer of his desk open with more force than necessary, he rummaged around looking for nothing more than an outlet for his frustration.
His hearing zoned in on Ziva's footsteps coming from the elevator. They sounded distinctly different, making him frown and zone out the lawyer's babbling.
"Good morning," Ziva said cheerfully, smiling widely as McGee replied.
Tony did a double take, looked her up and down, and ended the phone call with an urgent, "I'm gonna have to call you back."
He leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head, as he watched her sandal-clad feet and bare legs disappear behind her desk, drawing his focus to the rest of her. The loose fitting cardigan that covered her purple sundress hid more from view than he liked. His gaze slowly traveled upwards, from the glinting star of David and her slender neck, to her deliciously red lips and chocolate brown eyes that crinkled at the corners.
She met his gaze, a tempting smile on her scrumptious lips.
Without an ounce of guilt at ogling her in the middle of the bullpen, he grinned. "Looks like sundress season has come early."
"Are you complaining?"
"Noooo, just wishing it was sundress season all year around."
McGee looked away from his screen, and said, "I thought you liked sweater weather?"
Tony held Ziva's gaze, and said, "It is possible to like both rib eye and tenderloin, Timmy."
Ziva scrunched up her face. "Did you just compare me to a piece of meat?"
"Well," Tony said with a devilish smile," you certainly look good enough to eat."