"Come on!" The raspy voice of Abby Sciuto whined as she stood in front of Ziva David's desk, wearing her usual Gothic attire. "Please, Ziva, please say you'll come with me!"
Abby allowed a pout to come to her face, practically begging, ready to grovel if she so needed to. The forensic scientist had been excited for weeks when the opprotunity arose for her to use a bit of her vacation time to go back to Louisiana. She missed Shreveport, especially Fangtasia. She figured that she would bring Ziva with her, make it a "girls vacation" or something of the sort. Ziva, however, was rather unsure about going to the unfamiliar town with eccentric woman before her.
"Abby..." Ziva started in a sigh, sitting back in her chair. "I really do not know."
"It'll be fun! Please, you gotta come!" Abby insisted, bouncing up and down. Tony sat at his desk, holding his head in his hands. He had gone out to clubs all night last night and as a consequence, he came into work hungover and tired, his head pounding.
"For the love of God, Ziva, say yes already!" Tony exclaimed angrily through gritted teeth. It was clear that the noise was aggrivating his head ache more and more as time went on. Ziva could not keep from sighing, running a hand through her hair.
"Alright... I will give it a try." Ziva said, completely unaware that this agreement would merely be the start of what would change her life forever.
After everything that had happened last year, she figured she should live for more than she had in the past; do more than just work and go home. She had a lot of compensation time coming to her, anyway. Might as well use it. The agency actually preferred that methodology over paying them, regardless. Ziva went home that night and packed a couple of her larger duffel bags with what she would need, having filed for three weeks of comp time earlier in the day. The atuned Israeli jumped when there was a brunt knocking on her front door.
"Ziva, you ready?!" Abby asked from the other side of the door.
Ziva rushed up to it, opening it quickly. She smiled to her friend on the other side of the door, a woman moments from exploding with excitement.
"I have my bags packed, yes." Ziva responded, going to grab them and once she did, she locked up her apartment and made her way with Abby out of the complex.
The pair piled into Ziva's mini cooper and began the twenty hour drive to Louisiana, getting there in about sixteen since Ziva was behind the wheel whilst Abby told her where she needed to go. Once they got to Shreveport, Ziva was beyond enthralled. The place was so different from what Ziva was used to. It was quite the culture shock. What Ziva did not realize was that she was in for far more of a culture shock than she could have ever bargained for. As they drove, Abby noticed her favorite hotel in Shreveport. It was a human and vampire friendly hotel about two blocks away from Fangtasia.
"Ooh, Ziva, there! That's where we'll be staying." Abby said, her index finger pointing promptly to the red and black exterior of a building.
Ziva pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and put her car in park before turning it off. The place gave off this energy that somewhat frightened Ziva, though she would never let it show. She looked to Abby with a curiously raised eyebrow.
"We are to stay here?" Ziva asked, receiving a nod. "Alright."
Getting out of the vehicle, she gathered the bags as Abby got their rooms.
"We should go out tonight." Abby said to Ziva as they were getting their things settled in their ajoining rooms.
Ziva turned sharply to look at the Goth forensic scientist, an intrigued look on her heart shaped face. She wondered where they could even go in this small and unfamiliar town. Humming thoughtfully, she set down her bag before letting her arms fold casually over her uppermost abdomen.
"Okay, where would we go?" She questioned, causing a smirk to form on her friend's alabaster skinned face.
"I know just the place." Abby responded with a smirk, the playful evilness evident as it flashed across her face.
"And why exactly is it that when you say this, I do not have such a good feeling about it?" Ziva asked further, stepping closer to Abby just as the sun disappeared behind the horizon.
"Meh," Abby started, shrugging her shoulders pensively. "Maybe because this place is... well, different than clubs and bars in DC?"
"How so?" Ziva responded, a tinge of worry coming through her tone.
Little did Ziva know, was that Abby was going to take her to a place that would change her life as she knew it forever. Abby was going to take her to Fangtasia.