unestablished tiva, sprinkled with McGee being absolutely done with the whole thing
Prompt: sweater weather

"Look at them, McGee," Tony said, leaning back against the bench after discarding his napkin and empty coffee cup in the trashcan next to it.

McGee looked in the vague direction Tony was looking and frowned.

"It's sweater weather," Tony said as if it was the most common thing in the world. "As soon as the leaves start to change color, the sweaters come out."

McGee rolled his eyes, and finished his sandwich.

"Wide neck sweaters with scarves and pencil skirts." His gaze was drawn to his right, where he instantly spotted Ziva walking towards them. "Fluffy turtlenecks with skinny jeans and boots," he said smiling widely.

"Seriously?" McGee asked slightly exasperated, brushing crumbs of his pants. "You are obsessed with women."

Tony vaguely hummed, never taking his eyes off of Ziva.

McGee frowned as an attractive brunette in a short skirt and high heels walked past them seductively, without eliciting any reaction from Tony. He followed Tony's line of sight and spotted Ziva. "Maybe it's not so much women, but one woman in particular," he prodded.

Tony's smile widened, then fell as the words sunk in. He scoffed, and reluctantly dragged his gaze away from Ziva to glare at McGee. "You don't understand the intricacies of women." His gaze drifted back to Ziva. "The essence of sweater weather."

McGee scoffed, and with a smug voice said, "Is that why I have a girlfriend, and you don't?"

Tony's head whipped back in his direction. "Ha, I could have a girlfriend if I wanted to."

McGee rolled his eyes again. "Then why don't you?" he asked genuinely, getting a confused look in response. "Tony, that brunette practically undressed you with her eyes just now and you didn't even notice."

Tony glanced at Ziva, a hopeful smile tugging at his lips. "She did?"

McGee sighed. "Not..." He pointed in Ziva's direction, then dropped his hand. "Grow up, Tony," he almost pleaded, "Life's too short to not go after what, or who, you want. You of all people should know that."

Tony clenched his jaw, and crossed his arms as Ziva finally reached them.

"I had a breakthrough", she said cheerfully.

McGee grinned mischievously. "So did, Tony."

Ziva focused her full attention on Tony. "Really, what?"

Tony glared at McGee, and in a sharp tone said, "The wife did it."

Ziva shook her head in confusion. "What wife, there is no wife in this case?"

"There's always a woman involved." He evaded her gaze, and frowned as a poodle wearing a sweater entered his line of vision.

Ziva looked at McGee, and nodded in Tony's direction. "What is wrong with him?" Before giving him a chance to answer, she stared down Tony. "Are you seeing someone? You always act weirder than usual when you're dating someone." She turned back to McGee. "Is he seeing someone?"

McGee chuckled, and stood up, looked between them, and said, "It's the weather."

Ziva watched McGee walk off and took his vacated seat. She inspected Tony's profile. "Are you getting sick?"

Tony frowned and turned to her. "Under the weather means you're sick." He gently tugged at her sleeve, a slow smile building. "I like your new sweater, very soft and fluffy, it really brings out your eyes too."

Ziva smoothed the front of her sweater, confused at the sudden compliment and mood change. "Thank you," she said, and placed her hand on his as her concern that he was avoiding the subject increased, "but are you sick?"

Tony felt the telltale signs of lovesickness increase exponentially as he gazed into her eyes. With a soft smile, he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, and said, "Yeah, but it's the good kind of sick."

Ziva drew her hand back and ran it through her hair, biting her bottom lip. "That does not make any sense."

Tony laughed cheerfully, stood up, and held out his hand to her like a gentleman. "Let's go deal with your work-related breakthrough."

She accepted his hand and stood up, holding on to it longer than necessary. Pulling him closer, she tilted her head and in a soft voice asked, "What was your breakthrough?"

Remembering McGee's advice, he licked his lips, and said, "If we finish work at a decent hour, you should come over, we can watch 'The Peanuts Movie together'."

Ziva let go of his hand and took a step back. "You want to watch a movie about peanuts?"

Tony chuckled, refused to give an explanation, knowing full well she would show up at his place regardless.