Pictures of You

Kiss the Cook

Sorry if there are mistakes... It's kinda late and I am very tired...

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"Are you done yet?"

Ziva rolled her eyes. "You asked me two minutes ago."

"And...?"

"No."

"Why is it taking so long?"

"Maybe if you helped, it would not take as long." She tossed a pat of butter in the mixing bowl.

"Interesting." Tony hopped off the chair and walked over to stand next to her. "What should I do?"

"See those?" She pointed to an egg carton.

"Sure."

"Break two of them and put them in the bowl."

"Okay. I can handle that."

"I hope so." She ignored his little offended huff and instead turned her attention to the cookies already in the oven. "Remind me again why we have to make eight dozen cookies?"

Tony shrugged, though of course he knew. He was, after all, the one who volunteered her kitchen as the home base for desserts for the big conference tomorrow.

She sighed. "This batch is almost done, so you need to get a move on with those eggs."

He cringed as he tapped one against the counter.

"What are you doing? Crack it, Tony."

"I don't really want to... The insides are goopy."

"That is the whole point." She took the egg from him and showed it no mercy. "Now you do the other one."

He frowned but did it. "Happy?"

"No. I was not planning to spend my Tuesday evening baking eight dozen cookies with you."

"Aw, I love you, too, Sweet Cheeks."

"Shut up." She shoved the sugar packages his way. "Measure out three-quarter cup of each." She measured out the vanilla but kept a close eye on Tony. Had the man never baked before?

"Now what? Put it in the bowl?"

"Yes. Measure out the flour while I take care of the other dry ingredients."

"When do we mix it?"

"Before you add the flour."

"So shouldn't I mix it now?"

She didn't know what possessed her to do it, but she took a pinch of flour and flicked it at his face.

Now that was a priceless look.

"Zee-vah," he said slowly, blinking little white specks from his eyelashes, "what was that for?"

"You were being annoying."

"Oh yeah?"

She saw it coming, but she still yelped when the handful of flour hit her face.