So I got this idea from the Secret Santa my dorm floor is doing! Just a fun little two-shot. Yes. Two shot. Two chapters, that's it! I also do realize that not everyone celebrates Christmas, even our very own Ziva David But this is just for fun, not meant to offend anybody at all! I just hope you all enjoy! OH! And, I had to add a new character, only because there were 7 people for team Gibbs and I needed 8 to make it 'fair'. But don't worry, he's not a big character!
"Pick a name." Abby shoved a bowl with strips of paper at Ziva David, who was startled. She stared at the bowl and then up at the forensic scientist.
"John!" She decided, furrowing her eyebrows together, "I am confused."
"No, silly! Choose a name from the bowl!"
"Why?" She questioned, "I already have a name. Ziva. Why would I change that?"
She laughed, "It's for Secret Santa!" She grinned.
"Santa is not a secret, Abby…" She started.
"Just stop and listen!" She smiled, "Secret Santa is an American thing where you grab a name from the bowl and whoever it is, you have to buy a present for them!"
"I do not-" She started, but Abby stopped her, shaking the bowl again.
"Pick a name."
"Is this for the whole office?" She questioned and Abby groaned, rolling her eyes, clearly annoyed.
"No, just Team Gibbs! Plus Palmer and Ducky of course." Abby paused and then continued, "Oh, and I had to throw in that new guy, Agent what's his face."
"Agent Brenton?" She questioned, popping an eyebrow up.
"Yes, that's the one."
"Why him?" She asked, looking behind her at the empty desk of the new NCIS agent.
"Oh cause he's new so I thought this could be a nice icebreaker." She smiled and Ziva just stared at her, "Okay, it's cause with our team and Ducky and Palmer it'd be an uneven number."
"Well, that is perfectly fine with me…" Ziva started, letting her eyes wander as she watched Agent Dale Brenton walk into the squadroom and take a seat at his desk, "He is one fine piece of eye chocolate…"
"Candy," Abby giggled and Ziva turned and stared at her, "You mean eye 'candy' not 'chocolate'."
"Well whatever," She flicked her hand in that motion and then stuck it into the bowl, fishing around until she pulled out a name, opening up the slip and giving a little smirk.
"Well?" Abby questioned, "Who'd you get?"
"It is supposed to be a secret, yes?" She asked and Abby pouted, "But…" Abby's face perked up, "I can tell you that it is not you."
"Fine, good enough for me. But, if you need any help at all, I will happily help." She smiled, "Oh, and you have to deliver the present sometime on Friday, doesn't matter when, just as long as it's done by then!"
"I can do that." Ziva smiled.
"Merry Christmas!" She said, walking away. Ziva just smiled as she watched her friend walk away and try to find another member of team Gibbs.
Tony DiNozzo pressed the button for the chocolate bar as he stood in the break room, starting to mutter a well-known Christmas song that was stuck in his head, "There's no sense in hanging stockings, there upon the fire place. Cause Santa he won't make me happy with a toy on Christmas day." He grabbed the candy bar out of the vending machine, "I just want you here tonight, holding onto me so tight," he opened up the candy bar and took a bite, sitting down in a chair, "girl what can I do?" he muttered to himself, "You know that all I want for Christmas is you." He slightly frowned at the candy bar in front of him and then perked his head up when he heard jingling approaching.
That could only mean one thing, so he put on his best DiNozzo smile, "Abs!"
"Hey, Tony!" She returned his grin, "Pick a name!" She shoved the bowl towards him and he grinned even larger.
"Secret Santa?" He asked and she nodded as he reached his hand in and grabbed a name. He stared at the folded strip of paper. He prayed a million times over that the name that was revealed to him was Ziva David. He had the perfect gift in mind; he had spotted it in a window of a store when he had to walk home the other day.
"Who'd you get?" Abby asked as he opened up the piece of paper and his face fell.
"No! I'm picking again!"
"Who'd you get?" She repeated and he sighed.
"Palmer…"
"Awww, that's cute!" She smiled and he groaned as he leaned back into his seat.
"What am I supposed to get the autopsy gremlin?" He asked, "Lemme pick again."
"No, that takes the fun out of the game. Come on, Tony, where's your Christmas spirit?" He just stared at her.
"Who else has picked?"
"Just Ziva, and now you."
"Who'd Ziva get?" He asked, feeling his heart race accelerate.
She shrugged her shoulders, "She wouldn't tell me. But, she did tell me it wasn't me."
"Who else is in the game?" He asked and she just stared at him quizzically.
"Just Team Gibbs…plus Ducky and Palmer and yours truly of course. Oh, and Agent Dale Brenton."
"That hot shot?" He asked, "Why?"
"I had an uneven number…" She sighed, "But just…get Palmer something nice, get in the spirit of the holidays! Don't be a Scrooge." She pleaded before walking away.
He just wanted to get his partner for Secret Santa. He stared down at the piece of paper, "Bah Humbug."
"Hey, Dale!" Abby called as she entered the squadroom again, "Hey!" He turned and looked at her, smiling.
"Abby, right?"
"Yup! And we're having a Secret Santa, so pick a name!" She once again shoved the bowl towards him and he grabbed a name out of the bowl, staring at it and then nodding, "Know what to get your secret person? Of course, you could always tell me."
"But then it wouldn't be a secret." He smiled, "I'm sure I can figure something out, thank you Abby."
"Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas." He nodded and she skipped away.
"Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs!" Abby called as she hopped into the squadroom.
"What, what, what, Abs?" He asked as a bowl was shoved into his face, "A bowl?" He questioned.
"Secret Santa! Pick a name, fearless leader!"
He just stared at her and then gave his famous Gibbs smirk as he let out a small laugh, "You know I don't do that, Abby."
"You are this year! You can carve something with some piece of wood, please Gibbs, do it for me? For Christmas?" She gave him puppy dog eyes and he smiled.
"Alright…" He gave in and she jumped up and down with joy as he grabbed a piece of paper out of the bowl. He opened it up and then nodded, putting the note down and getting back to his paperwork.
"You aren't going to tell me?"
"No, it's a secret."
"Palmer! Ducky!" Abby called as she made her way into autopsy, "It's time to pick Secret Santa names!"
"A marvelous tradition," Ducky smiled, approaching Abby, "You are a thoughtful girl to think of something like this."
"I just thought that we should all get into the holiday spirit this year! We always seem to have a case and we get off track as to what the holiday's actually mean to us." She smiled and then shoved the bowl towards the two of them, "So pick!"
Ducky grabbed a piece of paper first and then Jimmy. Ducky read his person and then shoved the slip into his pocket. Jimmy read his and then smiled slightly.
"Who do you have, Ducky?" She asked and he laughed, patting her shoulder.
"That is the point of the surprise, my dear. I shall not tell my gift receiver." He said, "But rest assured, I can safely say that it is nobody in this room."
"So that leaves Tony, Ziva, Gibbs, McGee, and Brenton." She narrowed it down.
"Agent Brenton?" Ducky questioned.
"Yeah, I had to add someone because we had an uneven number. Figured I'd add the new guy."
"That was very sweet of you, Abigail." Ducky complimented.
"Thank you!" She turned to his assistant, "Who did you get, Palmer?"
"Well I-I, really shouldn't t-tell." He stuttered and she grinned.
"You have me!" She smiled and he stuttered some more.
"N-N-N-N-No I don't!"
"You stutter when you're nervous or lying, you have me." She grinned, "I will make it easy for you. I just want Caf-Pow. Lots of Caf-Pow. And not the new Christmas Eggnog flavored version. That, is disgusting." She concluded, "Bye guys!" And with that, she left autopsy.
"How did she know?" Palmer asked Ducky.
"It was fairly obvious." He smiled at the boy, "But at least she made it simple for you. Count that as a blessing, young lad."
Tony DiNozzo walked into the bullpen, spotting only McGee at his desk, who was typing something on the computer.
"Hey probie." He greeted him as he entered their desk area, walking towards the junior agent.
"Morning to you too, Tony."
Tony looked around the bullpen, "Where's Ziva and Gibbs?"
"Gibbs is in a meeting with the director, and I think Ziva took her lunch break." He looked up at him and then back at his computer screen.
"Great. So. Um…"
"Is there something I can help you with?" He asked and Tony spotted the slip of paper on McGee's desk out of the corner of his eye. The same slip of paper that had Palmer's name on it for his Secret Santa.
"Yeah…" He glanced at it again and then at McGee, "Could you-" He started and then snapped his hand towards the slip of paper. Before McGee could even react, Tony had already grabbed the piece of paper. McGee jumped out of his chair and grabbed Tony's hand, trying to get the slip of paper as Tony held his hand up in the air so that he couldn't reach it.
"Tony! Give it back, it's supposed to be a secret!" He cried, pulling on his arm. Tony struggled to open it up with his two fingers, but he read the name as Tim managed to get the piece of paper out of his grip.
"You have Ziva?" he hissed under his breath, "Not fair! Switch with me!"
"No!" McGee said under his breath, forcefully, and then realized that he could play a little game out of Tony's desperate want to be Ziva's Secret Santa.
"Come on, switch with me." He demanded, trying to shove his piece of paper towards him, as if switching pieces of paper would switch who he had for Secret Santa.
"I already picked! I can't switch." He stared at Tony's defeated face, "Why?" he asked, "Who do you have?"
"Palmer." He said.
"So?" he asked, "Just get him…a gift card for coffee or something, that's easy. Palmer likes you too, you know."
"Yeah, but I wanted Zee-vahhhh." He whined and McGee had to resist the urge to smile.
"Why?" He asked and Tony just looked at him.
"So I could get her a gift. Plus, she's my partner. And it's the least I owe her for actually having my back every day, unlike another 'partner' I know of…"
McGee just rolled his eyes, "Tony. I am getting her a present for Secret Santa. And you are giving Palmer a present. End of Story."
"Thanks a lot McDickens but call your publicist and tell her you screwed up and you need to change the book. Just switch with me, please!"
"You know," He sighed, "Tony, this is Christmas. Or Hanukkah for her. You can just buy her a present, you don't have to have her name on a slip of paper. She's not an appointment, you don't have to sign up for her." He pointed out, "If you really want to get her something….get her something."
Tony stared at him and let his words sink into his head. He did have a valid point, but he wasn't going to let him know that he was right.
"Fine. I won't get her a gift." He muttered, hoping that him moping would make McGee change his mind. He turned around and started walking back to his desk, sitting down with an overdramatic sound. McGee just rolled his eyes and then stood up and left the bullpen, leaving Tony to stare at Ziva's empty desk.
It took about a minute, but Ziva returned to the bullpen, smiling at her partner, "I have not seen you all day." She commented.
"I was just about to say the same to you, Miss David." He smiled back. He then noticed the two cups of coffee in her hands, "What's with the caffeine kick?" He questioned, gesturing towards the two coffee's.
"Oh!" She walked towards him and set one on his desk, "One is for you." She smiled and then took a sip of her own and returned to her seat.
"Oh…" he just stared at the cup sitting in the middle of his desk, "Thank you."
"You are…welcome." She nodded, taking another sip to mask her smile.
As he stared at the beautiful Israeli he smiled and grabbed the coffee cup. He put it on his lips and then went to sip some of it when he stopped and brought it away for his lips a little, "What did you do to it?" he asked, popping an eyebrow up as he watched her laugh.
"Nothing! Why would you ask such a question? I am not trying to kill you. It is the holidays." She reminded him and he just shrugged his shoulders.
"Just checking." He grinned back before taking a sip of the coffee. Just the way he liked it. Of course she knew how he liked his coffee. He just asked because her smile was contagious. And beautiful.
Staring at her over his cup of coffee he realized one thing; Ziva David was definitely going to have two Secret Santa's this holiday season.
He couldn't think of a more deserving individual.
Okay, this will only be a two-shot! No more! But the more reviews I get, the faster I will update, I hope you all like it! And criticism is DEFINITELY appreciated! Thank you all!