DISCLAIMAGE: Kait and Aubrie do not own NCIS or any of its characters. Kait does hope to be one of the characters someday, as it's all part of her evil plan for taking over the world...or maybe just all television networks.
Please note: This is one of Kait and Aubrie's shipper stories. They all follow the same plot, are not well written, and are all just silliness which is not meant to be taken seriously. SERIOUSLY!
Zimmy
Jimmy was just kickin' it in the NCIS morgue one day, just finishing up with the dead bodies for the day, when Ziva walked in.
"Oh, hey Ziva." he said.
Ziva smiled. "Hi, Jimmy," she replied. "Hey, is Ducky around? Gibbs wanted me to get the autopsy results from him."
Jimmy shook his head and went over to the sink to wash his hands. "He had to go somewhere. He said it was important."
Ziva nodded. "Well could you get me the results?" she asked awkwardly.
"Umm," Jimmy replied, "yeah, I guess I could."
"Okay."
Jimmy rifled through some of Ducky's files. "Here it is." he said after a minute.
Ziva leaned over his shoulder. "Thank you Jimmy."
Jimmy blushed. "Thanks–you're really hot." he blurted out as she took the report from him.
Ziva smiled. "Why thank you. I find you quite attractive too, Jimmy." she grabbed him by the shirt and snogged him, knocking his glasses askew.
"Wow." Jimmy breathed as she pushed him over onto the empty autopsy table. "Umm, what are we doing? Is this appropriate at work?"
Ziva raised an eyebrow. "We're going to get it on, of course it's appropriate, don't you think?"
Jimmy nodded. "Yeah, appropriate!"
So they got in on in the morgue. On an autopsy table.
TEH END.