Just a little random tid bit. Read and review my friends :)


She was in a mood, he could tell just be her movements. How she shoved the covers away from her when she got out of bed or how she put too much pressure on the drawers as she closed them. He was buried in his duvet, his head under his pillow. He pretended to be asleep as she stormed around the bedroom and listened to her as she got ready to go to work. When he heard the shower turn on he pulled his head out from behind the pillow and rolled over to come face to face with Ziva, hand on hip, already dressed for the day.

She snorted at the face he pulled. Busted.

"I am not stupid Tony, have more faith in me." She snapped. "I can tell when you are pretending to sleep."

Tony had the nerve to appear guilty.

"I didn't want to make your mood worse." He murmured, falling back into the pillow again. Ziva rose her left eyebrow into a perfect arch.

"My mood." She asked him acidly. Tony stared at her, unsure if he was supposed to answer her statement.

Ziva let out a little huff of air and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"The shower's running." She told him as she picked her handbag off of his floor.

Tony remained silent.

"Oh the quiet treatment?" She asked him.

"Silent treatment." Tony rolled his eyes and sat up in the bed. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He reached forward to grab her into a kiss but she dodged out of his reach. "Oh, don't be immature Ziva."

"I am immature." Ziva snorted and straightened her jacket. "Take a look in the mirror."

Ziva gave a smiling Tony one last look before leaving his apartment. Tony's smile dropped from his face as he stepped into the shower.


When Tony finally made it into work nearly an hour after Ziva had arrived. She was standing near his desk watching as McGee showed three young strangers around the bullpen.

"What's goin' on here? Are we being replaced with younger models?" Tony asked her, trying to break the ice. He was sure that he would be able to make her laugh.

"I am the younger model." Ziva murmured in response. Tony felt his stomach twist.

"If that was intended to hurt me, you have succeeded." He replied. Nope, she was still in her mood.


He knew it was her just by the way she knocked on his door. A simple tap followed by a double rap of her knuckles against the wood. He set the beer he was drinking onto his coffee table and answered the door. She gave him a sheepish grin as she slipped into the apartment past him.

"I am sorry about today." She told him, picking up his abandoned bottle and taking a sip. She moved towards him and looped an arm around his neck. "I should not have implied."

"Implied what?" Tony asked her, his breath fanning across her face. She gave him a small smile before she pressed her lips against his. He kissed her back, both of them tasting the beer.

"Implied that you were not a younger model." She whispered into his lips. She felt him smile against her and he was kissing her again.

"As long as you don't mind, I can even be an original prototype." He murmured. Her arm tightened around his neck, her other hand slipping under his shirt.

"Maybe." She answered, a coy smile lighting up her face. "You are a failed edition and need to be recalled."

"Oh really?" Tony asked with a laugh.

"Yes." She nodded and kissed him again. "Or they have advanced so far and they do not do your parts for repair anymore."

"Hey!" Tony mumbled in mock outrage. "I'm not that old yet." She smiled at his expression and pulled him towards his bedroom.

"At least you would sell well at a vintage auction." She consoled him and started to unbutton his shirt.