Disclaimer: NCIS is not, never has been, and probably never will be mine. Such is life.

A/N: A small, silly piece of fluff set during 9x22: "Playing with Fire."

They've been waiting for nearly an hour in the semi-darkness above the hatch of the Franklin's cargo bay when DiNozzo whispers, "We got a bogy."

"About time," Stan murmurs back.

He can't see anything from where he is, so he's entirely dependent on DiNozzo's narration.

Voice now a mere thread, DiNozzo whispers, "Getting warmer… standing in front of the hatch…"

Pulse pounding, muscles tensed, Stan waits.

Then…

"False alarm," DiNozzo whispers. "Two young seamen anxious to parallel park."

Stan exhales softly. "Busting them is not our problem at the moment."

Now that the adrenaline of almost catching their guy has worn down, he notices his stomach's rumbling again. "Where's David with the food?"

"I don't know. She probably got lost," DiNozzo snorts.

"A common occurrence?" Stan asks.

"Nah," DiNozzo replies. "She's our very own ex-Mossad tracking dog, complete with internal compass."

"She know you call her that?" Stan asks with a quiet snort of his own.

"I never call Ziva anything behind her back that I wouldn't call her to her face," DiNozzo replies faux-sanctimoniously, before adding, "Yeah, she knows. I'd suggest you don't call her that, though; she isn't much of a fan."

"I can imagine," Stan mutters.

The silence drags on for a few minutes, until, thinking back to the vibe he'd gotten off of DiNozzo earlier, Stan says, "So, speaking of parallel parking, what's going on with you and David?"

DiNozzo's head jerks back in surprise before he puts on an incredulous expression and scoffs, "Me and Ziva? Please."

"Hey, I've got eyes," Stan murmurs. "What about Gibbs' rules, though? Doesn't he still have that one about no in-team dating?"

"Yeah, #12," Tony says, "it's still there. But we aren't breaking it, so it's irrelevant."

"Hey, I'm not going to rat you out, if that's what you're worried about," Stan whispers.

"I'm not worried," Tony hisses, "because I don't have anything to be worried about."

"Look, I know it isn't any of my business," Stan says, "but you were completely different with Agents McGee and Todd than–"

"You're right," Tony says in a clipped voice. "It isn't any of your business."

Knowing when to take a hint, Stan drops it.

Shortly afterwards, David makes an appearance with bags of food procured from the officers' mess.

He can't hear the entire conversation between the two agents, whispered as it is, but he can make out enough to get a general picture. Of particular interest is the snippet he hears about bikini photos.

Nothing going on between those two? Oh please.