A/N: I do not own NCIS. Takes place after the kiss.
"DiNozzo," Gibbs nodded towards him.
"I ran the info, boss," McGee scurried into the pen and stopped once he caught sight of Tony, "Tony, are you…are you...wearing lipstick?"
Tony's hand flew to his face, instantly greeted by the slick feel of lipstick. Crap.
"No," he blushed.
"DiNozzo," Gibbs glared at him, "Go wash off your face."
"And DiNozzo," Gibbs smirked, giving him a nod.
"Thank you, sir."
"What was that?" McGee asked, confused.
"I wonder when Ziva started wearing lipstick?" Gibbs mused.