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Feel your eyes watchin’ me
So I’m movin’ on him just so you can see
Told you I was gonna get you right back
Oh, you don’t really like that?
The ding of the elevator signalled Special Agent Tony DiNozzo’s entrance into the squad room. He was noticeably enthusiastic for 0715, a bit of pep in his step, sunglasses still on, humming to himself.
“Morning Probie, Ziva!” he called out.
McGee checked his watch before looking over to meet Ziva’s eyes. They shared a look of confusion, certainly not used to Tony’s arrival any time before 0800, let alone his demeanor.
“You’re in a good mood, Boss,” McGee remarked.
“Not to mention early,” Ziva added.
“New week, new me!” Tony practically shouted as he threw his backpack down behind the desk that was formerly Gibbs’, now his after their commanding officer’s departure.
“It’s Thursday, Tony,” McGee stated.
“You know what I mean! Get off my case, Probie! Can’t a man just be happy?”
McGee put his hands up in surrender at the dramatic outburst, rolling his eyes with a shake of his head and returning his attention to his computer.
“Do we have a case?” Ziva asked.
“Would I be sitting here logging into my computer if we did, Zee-Vah?” he said, punctuating each syllable of her name the way he knew she hated.
She scowled, going back to her report.
The only sounds in the squad room for the next hour were from fingers on keyboards, ringing phones, and agents’ hushed voices on the other side of the divider. At one point, Tony started humming to himself again, before grabbing his coffee and heading upstairs for a meeting with the Director.
Ziva got up and walked over to McGee’s desk.
“What is going on with him?” she asked once Tony was out of earshot. “The humming is strange, yes?”
“Yeah,” McGee agreed, “he probably got laid.”
While Ziva assumed that was why Tony was in such a good mood, having someone else confirm it made her stomach turn.
“That would make sense, he does always come in happy after having a date the night before, but this seems… different.”
McGee looked over at Tony, whose feet were propped up on his desk as he took cartoonishly large bites from his sub sandwich.
“So,” McGee started, “You have a date last night, Tony?”
Thankfully, Tony had the decency to swallow before responding. “Maybe,” he said with a shrug, also accompanied by a shit-eating grin that said that he absolutely did.
“Good for you,” McGee said dismissively, knowing Tony was practically bursting at the seams to tell him all the details.
McGee counted down in his head- three, two, one…
As suspected, Tony set his sandwich down rather aggressively, sending a piece of lettuce flying in the air. His feet swung down from his desk, hitting the floor and practically running over to McGee.
“You should see this girl!” Tony boasted, gesturing wildly as he described her. “Long legs, perfect ass, and she gives an incredible-”
“Alright!” McGee said, throwing his hand in the air to cut him off, his face scrunched in disgust. “Some things I don’t want to hear about, Tony.”
“Right, sorry,” Tony said, waving it off casually like he was talking about last night’s football game, rather than his sexual escapades.
Ziva simply sat at her desk, typing her report, not giving Tony her direct attention, but had one ear on the conversation the whole time.
He knew what he was doing.
If he wanted the conversation to be for McGee’s ears only, he’d sit on the edge of his desk right in front of him, lean down toward him, and talk quietly to him, ensuring that Ziva couldn’t hear.
But instead, he was casually leaning against the file cabinet behind McGee’s desk, telling him rather loudly about Melissa, the hot waitress from the bar he frequents near his apartment. Ziva knew he was purposefully making sure she could hear every juicy detail, and while she’d rather die than have to admit it aloud, it had his intended effect on her.
Her pulse quickened, her ears felt hot, and her fingers slowed on her keyboard.
She really started to hate having to listen to Tony talk about dates with other women.
It used to not bother her, when they were first getting to know each other. In fact, she used to enjoy teasing him about his endless dates. The attraction and sexual tension between them had been there from the moment she stepped into the squad room and asked him if he was having phone sex. In the past almost ten months since then, they had gotten to know each other better.
She certainly didn’t want to date Tony. Absolutely not. He was a womanizer, a manchild, and while she trusted him with her life in the field, she’d never trust him with her heart.
She couldn’t deny that he was a good looking man, and she learned when they were undercover that he’s an astoundingly good kisser. And though there was a sheet between them that entire weekend, the way he pressed up against her told her that he was definitely well-endowed. Though neither of them ever voiced it, she knew the thought crossed both of their minds to pull the sheet away and do more than just pretend.
They hadn’t, but they came awfully close, and god, she wanted to.
She knew Tony didn’t date other women to make her jealous, but she was sure there was a reason behind him boasting loudly so she could hear.
This man infuriated her to no end. He drove her crazy.
She just wished he could drive her crazy in other ways.
Having enough of his story and her racing thoughts, she grabbed her cell phone and headed for the ladies’ room.
It was rare for them not to catch a case all day, but Ziva was thankful to not have to interact with Tony any more than absolutely necessary. She was able to keep to herself most of the day, finishing two reports and answering emails.
At five after five, her phone rang, and knowing Tony’s eyes would be on her the second the ringing started, she made a point to smile at the caller ID before answering.
“Hi,” she said into her phone. “Are you here?”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Tony’s head turn toward her, his face one of confusion and clearly bothered by her hushed, flirtatious tone.
“No need, I will be down in just a minute,” she said before flipping her phone closed.
“Got a hot date, David?” Tony asked immediately.
She turned slowly, eyes meeting his with a raised eyebrow. “Jealous?”
“Please,” Tony scoffed. “I had a date last night, remember?”
“Who could forget?” Ziva said sarcastically. “You only talked about it all morning.”
Tony narrowed his eyes, annoyed that she had called him out, but even more annoyed that Ziva had a secret boyfriend. How long has this been going on?
“Okay, well. Goodnight, Ziva.” He stood, snatching his jacket off the back of his chair, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, and breezing past her desk toward the elevator rather quickly.
Ziva smirked, knowing she had gotten under his skin, just as she had hoped.
Payback was a bitch.
“Hold the door!” Ziva called out, logging out of her computer, swiftly grabbing her own backpack and jogging to the elevator to get on with Tony.
The elevator ride was charged with tension but absolutely silent, as well as their walk out of the building and to the parking lot.
“Night,” Ziva said as Tony veered off to his car a few spaces away from hers, only getting a grunt in response.
It took everything in her to not laugh out loud.
As she approached her car, she saw Andrew leaning against it, the handsome man she had gone on a date with last week. He took her to dinner, and she let him drive her home, walking her to the door and kissing her, but she didn’t invite him in.
Ziva didn’t have a rule about sleeping with someone on the first date. She did it sometimes, other times not. She liked Andrew enough, and she wanted to sleep with him, she just simply hadn’t that night.
So it certainly didn’t make sense why she threw her arms around his neck when she approached him, kissing him like she had missed him every waking moment they were apart.
She had her reasons.
After kissing Andrew a second and even third time, adding a flirty giggle for good measure, he moved to the passenger side to get in the car. She opened her door, and dared a quick glance back.
Just as suspected, a familiar pair of green eyes were on her, and she winked at him. He knew he was caught as he quickly got into his own vehicle.
Two could play this game.