Title: Playing Games
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Ziva David/Jen Sheppard
Word Count: 282
Rating: PG.
Author's Notes: Friendship. Written with the prompt of what you get when you mix Ziva, Jen, and alcohol.

"You wanted to see me, Director?" Ziva asked, sinking down into one of the leather couches in Jen's office.

"Yes, I was just wondering how everything on the team was going," Jen responded, pouring two glasses of brandy from a decanter she had taken out of a cabinet behind her desk. "Brandy?"

"Please," Ziva said, taking the glass from the director. "Things are fine. Aside from Tony's leering at me every five seconds and his childish games with McGee, I enjoy the job."

"That's wonderful to hear, Ziva," Jen said, her voice warming with the addition of the smooth alcohol. "And I presume that no one knows of our arrangement?"

Ziva laughed. "Of course not, Director. I am more than careful to keep that a secret."

Jen smiled, holding the glass near her mouth, but not drinking from it. "You know you don't have to call me Director when we're alone."

Ziva shrugged a shoulder. "Force of habit. Besides, we never know who's listening."

Jen let out a small chuckle. "I'm the director of NCIS, Ziva. If anyone's doing wire-tapping around here, it's me. No need to worry about eavesdroppers."

"Well, then," Ziva started, looking to her right, then left, then back to Jen, "I suppose we can continue, can't we?"

Jen's eyes sparkled at Ziva's insinuation. "Let's."

Their gazes challenged each other for a few minutes before Ziva stood, drawing a long, rectangular box from behind her back with a flourish. "I get to be red this time."

Jen let out an indignant, "Uh!" then said, "Fine. But just remember who taught you how to play the game."

Ziva giggled as they set up to play their weekly round of checkers.