It was New Years Eve and the NCIS team had just finished wrapping up a really tough case. The boys (Tim, Tony, and Jimmy) were off to Gibbs' residence under his order. The trio gave each other knowing looks. They couldn't wait for later that night. Just then, Director Shepard got off her cell-phone and beeped to her assistant's desk.
"Cynthia, please call up Officer David, Agent Lee, and Miss Scuito for me?"
"Yes director." Not too much longer, the three girls herded in.
"Thank you Cynthia. You can call it a day. I'll see you on Friday." She nodded silently before exiting, giving them their privacy. As the door banged shut Jenny stood from her chair, heading to a small closet.
"I have gotten these sent to me today with a note saying to be at the Blue Dragon at 11:45pm." Their boss took out a hanger with a dress hung on it. On the front there was a note card where "Michelle Lee" was written in a soft purple cursive. The agent eyed it curiously as it was handed to her along with a box. The older woman shrugged.
"I don't know what it is for! Let's get in them anyways." She gave out the rest of the hangers and boxes before undressing herself.
11:40 came around and a slightly nervous Jimmy Palmer scanned the area. There was a half drunken man singing very off key to a song he could not for the life of him recognize.
"Calm down Palmer. They'll be here." Gibbs sighed. He was wearing a tux with a light blue tie; he brushed back his silver hair. Jimmy looked away from the ex-marine's glare. Tony and Tim were across the table from them with their half empty beer bottles. They too were looking away from the man.
Tony was wearing a similar black tuxedo. The green tie he wore brought out the green in his hazel eyes. Tim, like the rest of them, was in a tux too. Instead of a traditional white dress shirt, it was red and his tie black. Jimmy had a rented tux since he thought he really wouldn't need one being a Medical examiner's assistant that is. Surprisingly, Gibbs had given him a purple silk tie.
11:42pm. Gibbs looked over at his boys. All three of them were obviously anxious. He set his glass of bourbon down, getting back their attention.
"I'm only doing this because we had a hell of a case. So there are no rules tonight. But when we get back to HQ you all better remember rule number 12." He growled; his icy blue eyes raking over the now wide-eyed men. McGee gulped.
"Yes Gibbs." They all mumbled in unison.
11:44pm. four beautifully dressed women entered the nearly full bar. Each of them searching the crowd for somebody they knew. A waitress scurried up to them.
"Director Shepard and company?" she asked. The red head gave her a reassuring smile.
"Right this way." They followed until stopping at a table where four handsomely dressed gentlemen now stood; their expressions making the women smile. Jenny Shepard was wearing a navy blue dress that ended mid-calf. It had a white sequenced V-neck to reveal some of her chest. It was perfect with her red hair half down in ringlets…just like in Paris thought Gibbs.
Michelle wore a dark purple dress, ending mid-thigh. Unlike the director's, the upper part of it was like a halter-top, showing the skin between her breasts and abs. The strapless stilettos on her feet gave her height to match Jenny and Ziva since she was the shortest. It took all Jimmy's might not to stride up and have his way with her right there.
Abby wore (can you guess it?) black. A cute black Chiffon dress that gave Abby curves she didn't even know she had. It covered up her front nicely but bared her back to display the cross tattoo there. It was instructed on her note-card that she not wear any jewelry and her hair to be down. Although much to her dismay she did what she was told. It took everyone's breath away. Especially McGee's who picked out the dress himself.
Last but not least was Ziva David. The silky, emerald green dress she wore made her olive skin glisten. Her dress was long, hovering over her ankles. There was a gap to her mid-thigh for her leg to snake out if she pleased. The dress was snug on her hips with a rhinestone in between her breasts to make the upper part ruffle slightly. Her dark brown hair was down, curly from being in a French braid all day. Tony couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Welcome Ladies." The four males announced. The girls couldn't help but giggle. The couples sat and chatted with each other. But there was a question burning inside the Israeli's mind that had to be answered.
"Not that I do not appreciate this surprise but why did you keep it under scraps?" she asked looking into her partners eyes. He patted her shoulder lightly.
"I think you mean 'under wraps' sweet cheeks." He chuckled. DiNozzo watched as her bottom lip pouted out a bit. Oh how he wanted to whisk her away and kiss those luscious lips of hers. The plan wasn't over yet though, he would have to wait.
"That does not answer my question Tony!" she whined. He sighed.
"Ziva, what is this place?" he questioned her. Her eyebrow furrowed in confusion.
"It is a bar named 'The Blue Dragon'" Then he heard a squeal from across the table. It was Abby.
"It's a karaoke bar!" she exclaimed to the team. Gibbs shot her one of his half smiles. Before Ziva could question further, the microphone at the front stage made a terrible screech. This made the bar's crowd dull their conversations. A man in a blue dragon button up shirt held stood there.
"Happy New Years Eve everyone! It's 11:55pm and we had a special request from a group to sing tonight. Wow! It's a pretty long list of people." He announced. Abby, Ziva, Michelle, and Jenny glanced at their dates who gave guilty looks.
"Lets give a round of applause to; Jethro, Jimmy, Tony, Tim and their lovely ladies; Jenny, Michelle, Ziva, and Abby!" the crowd gave a polite applause as the four couples went up. The girls sat in fold up chairs next to their individual dates as directed. This should be interesting…
The music came on and the girls instantly recognized, blushing somewhat. The spotlight landed on Tony and Ziva.
Tony: I'm bringing sexy back
Ziva: Yeah
T: Them other boys donno how to act
Z: Yeah
T: I think your special, what's behind your back?
Z: …yeah?
T: So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.
{Slap} {Grunt}
The spotlight changed to McGee and Abby as the audience let out a small laugh from the scene before them.
McGee: Dirty babe, you see the shackles baby I'm your slave.
Abby: Yeah
M: I'll let you whip me if I misbehave.
A: {giggle}
M: It's just that no one makes be feel this way.
{Whack!}
M: Ow! Abby!
The spotlight then turned to Palmer, Michelle and Jethro, Jenny.
Palmer: Come on girl.
Lee: Go ahead, be gone with it.
P: Come to the back.
L: Go ahead, be gone with it.
Gibbs: VIP
Jenny: Go ahead, be gone with it.
G: Drinks on me.
J: Go ahead, be gone with it.
P: Let me see what you're working with.
L: Go ahead, be gone with it.
P: Look at those hips!
L: Go ahead, be gone with it.
G: You make me smile.
J: Go ahead, be gone with it.
G: Go ahead child.
J: Go ahead, be gone with it.
G: and get your sexy on.
J: Go ahead, be gone with it.
P: Bring your sexy on.
L: Go ahead, be gone with it.
G, T, M, P: Bring your sexy on!
T: I'm bringing sexy back
Z: Yeah
T: Those mother F***ers donno how to act
Z: (purr) Yeah
T: Come let me make up for the thing you lack.
Z: Yeah
T: 'Cause you're burnin' up, I gotta get it fast.
Z: (licks upper lip) Yeah
McGee: Dirty babe, you see the shackles baby I'm your slave.
Abby: Yeah
M: I'll let you whip me if I misbehave.
A: {giggle}
M: It's just that no one makes be feel this way.
{Whack!}
M: Ouch!
Palmer: Come on girl.
Lee: Go ahead, be gone with it.
P: Come to the back.
L: Go ahead, be gone with it.
Gibbs: VIP
Jenny: Go ahead, be gone with it.
G: Drinks on me.
J: Go ahead, be gone with it.
P: Let me see what you're working with.
L: Go ahead, be gone with it.
P: Look at those hips!
L: Go ahead, be gone with it.
G: You make me smile.
J: Go ahead, be gone with it.
G: Go ahead child.
J: Go ahead, be gone with it.
G: and get your sexy on.
J: Go ahead, be gone with it.
P: Bring your sexy on.
L: Go ahead, be gone with it.
T: I'm bringing sexy back
Z: Yeah
T: You mother f***ers watch how I attack.
Z: (purr)
T: If that's your girl you better watch your back.
Z: Yeah
T: Cause she'll burn up for me and that's a fact.
Z: …Yeah
P: Come here girl
L: Go ahead, be gone with it.
P: Come to the back.
L: Go ahead, be gone with it.
T: VIP
Z: Go ahead, be gone with it.
G: Drinks on me.
J: Go ahead, be gone with it.
T: Let me see what you're working with.
Z: Go ahead, be gone with it.
M: Look at those hips!
A: Go ahead, be gone with it.
G: Go ahead child.
J: Go ahead, be gone with it.
P: And bring your sexy on.
L: Go ahead, be gone with it.
G: Bring your sexy on.
J: Go ahead, be gone with it.
All: Get your sexy on!
The crowd was silently in awe. The host clapping broke the revere and brought everyone back to life in an uproar of applause.
Author's Note: Encore? Review me for what you think the girl's should sing.