1Ziva got her way and they packaged up a god portion of the cookies to take into work. Tony as determined to get his share of those ones too, the handfuls he'd had at Ziva's really wasn't enough. They were just too delicious. They made a good team in the kitchen. Obviously, it wasn't exactly a surprise. They were a good team. In any activity they put their mind to.
A rustling noise caught his attention.
"No! Don't take those ones in! Those are the big ones!" Tony complained, reaching over to snatch the plate away from his partner.
They were the extra gooey ones too.
"No!"
"Tony."
His voice turned to a whine as he clung onto the Tupperware (who knew ninjas had Tupperware?). "No!"
Ziva made an exasperated noise at the back of her throat.
"Tony, these are not the big ones. These are the small ones. We can share these ones, yes?"
"But these taste good too," he said with a pout.
The exasperated noise turned into a faint growl. He flinched at it but stubbornly hung onto the Tupperware. He was not going to let these ones go as well!
"They all taste good," Ziva informed him, doing a ninja move to grab the box he was holding. How did she manage that? She gave a tug. "Give me the box, Tony."
"No, you're going to put the cookies in it."
"That is the whole point to sharing cookies."
Ziva sighed heavily, so heavy it could be called a groan, as she looked up from her splayed position across the table.
"We have to bring some cookies in Tony," she told him.
They had been having the same circular argument for twenty minutes.
"No, we don't."
And there was the same answer she had been getting this entire time. She took a deep breath. Gibbs would not appreciate the loss of his second in command. It would get far too quiet, they needed Tony to balance out everyone's more silent tendencies.
"Yes, we do," she responded firmly, carefully avoiding those pleading green eyes.
Those things should be listed under Biological Warfare.
"Ok, we can give them those ones," Tony acquiesced, waving his hand to a tray by the sink.
Ziva gave him an unimpressed look. He didn't know why, he was being very generous. There were quite a lot there, enough to satisfy even the hungriest of McNutter Butters. On a three-day case day!
"We are not giving them the burnt ones."
"They aren't that burnt."
Maintaining her unimpressed look, Ziva reached across to grabbed one of the "burnt" ones. She tapped it three times of the counter and it racked into five pieces. He winced. That did not help his case at all.
"That was just the exception…"
Strange enough, that didn't alter her expression.
"Ziver did all the baking, didn't she?" Gibbs teased, taking a bite out of a cookie.
"I can bake," Tony grumbled and then absent-mindedly added, "without blowing things up."
Gibbs blinked at him, unsure how to take that. Realising what he had said, Tony straightened up and smiled charmingly. That just got him a suspicious look from his boss.
"We baked them together," Tony informed the whole team.
McGee dropped his cookie and gave the plate an apprehensive look.
"They are cooked, aren't they?" he checked. "We're not going to be poisoned?"
Tony tutted at the younger man and shook his head to show he was hurt. McGee didn't buy it a poked his cookie.
"It looks okay," he announced.
"These ones are edible," Ziva tried to assure him.
Of course, that didn't assure the man at all as he was now looking at the pile of cookies with distrust written all over his features. Ziva glared at him. Tony had to chuckle; what did McGee think they'd do? Poison the damn things? That wasn't Ziva's style.
"That implies that some weren't edible."
"There were… some causalities," Ziva reluctantly admitted.
Tony would find her expression far more amusing if they weren't giving up precious cookies. That they weren't even eating. He had told Ziva that they wouldn't appreciate them.
"Just burnt ones," Tony added with a sigh as he noticed McGee's panicked look.
The man's whole demeanour relaxed. "Oh."
Tony rolled his eyes. And he was supposed to be the dramatic one?
"I was expecting tales of explosions," McGee informed them.
Tony and Ziva caught each other's eyes before quickly averting their gaze. They weren't going to admit to anything of the sort.
"Just some miscalculation on our parts," Ziva replied.
"Tony turned up the temperature, didn't he?"
"Hey! It could have been Ziva!"
McGee shot him a look. "You're more impatient."
"Who was the person who stabbed her computer when it was loading too slowly?"
McGee winced at the memory. Ziva had been very… temperamental that day. Tony had just been impressed that she hadn't wrecked the machine. The knife had been thrust in pretty deep.
"Good point…"
Ziva was now glaring at both of them.
"But Ziva actually likes cooking," he amended quickly.
"I like cooking as well!"
"Yes, pasta."
"Still counts as cooking."
"We're talking about cookies here."
Nice cookies, Ziver, DiNozzo," Gibbs complimented, interrupting their bickering as he swallowed the last piece of a different cookie that he had first grabbed and brushed crumbs off his face.
Tony gaped at him. When did he grab another cookie and did the Bossman just compliment them? On their baking? Ziva looked pleased with herself, heck, Tony was feeling pretty chuffed himself. Until he noticed that the man was reaching for another cookie.
"It's the cinnamon," Ziva told him, holding the container up for Gibbs and McGee.
"We should have given them the burnt ones," he grumbled, folding his arms.
He couldn't believe that they ate them all. He knew that they'd been far too generous. Ziva patted his cheek and gave him a patronising smile.
"We can always make more, Tony."
He perked up at that. "Really?"
He hadn't thought she'd want to be anywhere near him in a kitchen after these last two times.
She shrugged at him, smiling. "Sure. It was fun."
And maybe this time, they could keep all of the cookies.
