Pictures of You

The Umbrellas

"It's raining really hard out there," Tony said.

Ziva sighed. Rain wasn't exactly her favorite weather.

"There should be some umbrellas around here somewhere." He pulled open a drawer in the filing cabinet and rooted around.

"Are you seriously looking for an umbrella in there?"

He shrugged. "One time you found my sock draped over a desk lamp."

"That is a good point."

He closed the door and dropped to the floor to look under his desk. "Nothing here..." He crawled over to the McGee's desk and looked around under there, too.

"You are going to ruin your pants."

"I guess I'd just have to take them off, then." He smirked at her, and she resisted the urge to throw a pen at him. "Hey, look. Umbrella!"

"That isn't going to be big enough for both of us."

"Then you're in luck!" He pulled out a second umbrella. "Which one do you want?"

Was there even a question? The black umbrella, or the little one that looked like it had a run-in with a clown.

"The black one."

"If you're sure." He spun the rainbow one like a baton. "This one's pretty special. I wonder where McGee got it."

"It was probably free."

"Be nice, or you'll hurt its feelings."

Ziva rolled her eyes at him and went to gather up her things.

"Ready?"

"Do I look ready?"

"Is that a trick question?"

She smacked him with the umbrella. "Let's go."

***

Yeah, she was right about the umbrella being ugly. But he might as well have some fun with it.

He ran over to a puddle and jumped in it, sending cascades of water in every direction.

"Tony, what are you doing?" she demanded, trying to get away from him.

"Enjoying the weather." He spotted another puddle, this one close to Ziva.

"Do not even dare."

Oh, but he did.

She hit him with her open umbrella, but he was already pretty wet so it didn't matter.

"Come on, Zee-vah. It's fun."

"No. These are nice clothes."

"So are these. It's just water."

"Dirty water."

"You can get them dry-cleaned, I promise."

She scowled at him, and he tried not to laugh.

"Seriously, you're already kinda wet, why not make it soaked?"

"Because."

"Don't be stubborn, or I'll make you hold the rainbow umbrella." He held it out to her, and she sidestepped away from him.

She gave him a wicked grin and bolted away.

"Ziva!" Of course he gave chase. He wasn't going to let her get away so easily.

Then again, Ziva was a tad bit faster than he was.

She whipped around the corner of the building, and he picked up his pace. Before he could do anything about it, his foot slid out from under him and he found himself flat on his back, cold rainwater seeping through his suit jacket.

Brr.

"Are you okay?" Ziva asked, running back over. She was laughing a little too hard to be genuinely concerned for his well-being.

"Yeah, I'm good." He took her hand and let her pull him to his feet. "Just slipped."

"That is why you do not run in the rain."

"You were running, and you didn't fall."

"I am better than you."

"Are not."

"Are too." She poked him with her umbrella. "Come on, let's go get something to eat, get out of the rain. You are going to have to get your clothes dry-cleaned."

"You don't say." He grabbed her umbrella and closed it, forcing her to share the rainbow one with him.

She just rolled her eyes.

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First attempt... I can't make any promises about length, so sorry if these are sometimes short. It's going to depend on how much I can do with the prompt.

Also, as far as updating goes, it will probably be random.

If you haven't checked out my other Tiva stories (Lie Again and Magnets), be sure to give those a read.

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