Title: Kinky
Fandom: NCIS
Author: Alidiabin
Words: 408
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings/Spoilers/Rating:
Parings: Abby/Ziva
Summary: Ziva and Abby discuss music and other things.
Kinky
Abby was not happy, she was spending her evening assembling blown-up evidence with none other than Ziva David. Abby did not like Ziva for many reasons; she had been on Ari's side until the very end, she had taken Kate's place on the team and everyone seemed to love her; they fawned over her like some exotic goddess and Abby did not like it.
Now they were stuck in her lab trying to reassemble evidence that the trigger-happy bomb squad had all but destroyed. Ziva was trying to fit the pieces together and swore in a different language every time her puzzle pieces did not fit. Abby found the frustration cute, and laughed each time the music in her lab was polluted by foreign swears.
"You find my frustration funny," Ziva cried as she grabbed the coffee Gibbs had brought them a while ago.
"Cute," Abby retorted as she gulped her final swill of Caf-Pow!.
Ziva shrugged and returned to the evidence. Abby changed the music in the CD player.
Later that evening, after a food run, Abby looked up to check the time, and saw Ziva nodded her head to the beat of the music.
"Never thought you'd like Plastic Death," Abby uttered.
"I like the beat. I cannot listen to music that does not have a strong beat unless it is over one hundred years old," Ziva replied. Abby was surprised at how much the young Israeli had revealed about herself. She seemed so private.
"What kind of music do you like?" Abby asked as she took a swig of Caf-Pow!
"I like Kinky," Ziva responded. Abby spat out her drink at Ziva's admission. "What?" Ziva asked noticing Abby's reaction.
"I think the lateness has gotten your English mixed up, which is totally understandable because McGee says you speak like twenty languages. Kinky is not a genre of music. It's like sexual stuff, you know handcuffs and all that other fun stuff," Abby muttered.
Ziva's blushed a little, she knew exactly what Abby was talking about, in fact she was sure she could teach Abby a few things about kinky.
"Kinky with a capital K is a band from Mexico," Ziva declared googling the band to prove her point.
Abby's mouth formed an 'o'. Ziva chuckled.
Ziva watched as the goth filled the lab with an infectious laugh, maybe one day they could discuss kinky with a lower case k or maybe not talk at all.
A/N: Inspired by Doro on tumblr.