A/N: Hello to all of you who decided to give this a chance. If you have read A New Years Kiss by CrazyNinjaChicks, then this will look very familiar, because it is, you can just skim through it because I have made a few changes, most of them were just edits but some are important.
So, go read now!
oh yeah, I don't own/ have rights to any of the characters, not even the jackass.
Spit-balling
It was New Years Eve and they were stuck doing paper work.
Tony was spit-balling at Ziva… and missing.
Ziva was intent on her work, ignoring the spit-balls sticking to her filing cabinet until one suddenly hit her in the face.
"Tony!" she exclaimed, "Don't you have paperwork to do?"
"Yeah… I get the paper," he picked up a piece, "and I make it work." Ziva dodged the projectile aimed at her head.
"That is disgusting." She shuddered, before going back to work. She wanted to get out and go home.
Quickly loosing interest after that Tony stopped spit-balling and went back to his own seemingly unconquerable paper pile. He had to finish if he wanted to be celebrating in the squad room and not be the only one left at his desk but, being Tony, his attention was quickly diverted again.
"What are you wearing tonight?" he asked Ziva only a few minutes later.
"My pajamas… why?" she asked suspiciously.
"You're joking right? You're gonna wear pj's to the party tonight?" he asked in disbelief. "Your pj's could be sexy though." He added, a smile creeping onto his face.
"What party?" she sighed, putting her pen down because she obviously wasn't going to get work done until Tony was satisfied.
"You're kidding right?" he stared at her in disbelief.
"I do not think I am pregnant, no." She shuddered, "The very thought scares me."
"No I didn't mean… I meant; you didn't get the memo for the New Year Party?"
"No."
"Well our lovely Director Shepard said that she would hold one here. You coming or you got plans?"
"I have a date." Ziva said simply, not even having the chance to finish with 'with my lounge' because McGee scoffed. Both Tony and Ziva shot him two very different looks. Ziva's: venomous. Tony's: both of shock and warning.
"I mean…Ziva wouldn't have a date," McGee tried. Tony's eyes grew wider and he swiveled back to face his desk.
"Don't imply that Ziva can't have a date unless you want to die via office appliance, Probie."
"I mean…" he was digging himself a deeper hole. Ziva wouldn't have a date unless that date's name was Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, but he couldn't exactly say that to her face unless he wanted to end up dead. Either way it looked like the same outcome.
"McGee!" Gibbs snapped from over the wall divider. "Abby needs to see you."
When McGee scurried away, Tony, Ziva and Gibbs set determinedly to their work. Ziva muttering what sounded like foreign swear words.
Her email dinged. You have mail
You don't have a date do you?
She reluctantly typed back. No
So… you coming tonight?
I have nothing better to do.
Looking forward to the fireworks? We should have a great view from up here.
Fireworks?
You can't tell me you have never seen fireworks?
Do missiles count? They make a big bang and a lot of sparks.
These are better… they are noisy, colorful and bright and don't usually end in death.
If you want to participate in said party I would suggest that you finish your paperwork.
Good point.
NCIS
Eight o'clock and they were finally able to leave, only because the Director said that Joe the Janitor needed to move everything.
Tony and Ziva took the elevator together down to the parking lot.
"So who you gonna kiss?" Tony asked.
"I would rather kiss Abby's lab floor… to many men on our floor have wandering eyes and not-so-discreet intentions."
"Well you better make up your mind and stand close to them at midnight Zee-vah or elevator eyes here," he pointed at the man on the other side of the elevator, "will be kissing you."
The man got off at the next floor, even though it was wasn't the ground floor. Ziva slapped Tony's arm.
"I know Peter, and his wife Angie, he is a nice guy. Unlike you."
"Excuse me?" Tony scoffed.
"Nothing my little hairy butt. I will see you tonight."
"See you tonight Sweet cheeks." And they both left for their cars.
NCIS
Ziva arrived home in nearly half the time it usually took. She silently congratulated herself and promised herself an extra beer tonight.
She had no idea what she was going to wear and she had been staring at the contents of her wardrobe for an hour. It was nine and the party started at Ten.
She picked up her phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Abby Scuito."
"Hey Abby… it's Ziva."
NCIS
Abby opened up Ziva's closet door, her eyes popped and her mouth nearly dropped to the floor.
"Ziva David, why haven't I seen you in any of these?" she asked, shocked, indicating the many short, long, split seam and designer dresses in the back of Ziva's wardrobe.
"The opportunity never presented itself." She tried.
"More like you are afraid to show that you can dress in excessive style and get away with it… Can I borrow this?"
"Sure," she shrugged. "I am quite happy in cargo pants and a tank top, thank you. They are so much more practical."
"Well I know someone who thinks you look smoking in jeans and a v-neck top. He'll drop dead if he sees you in this." And she pulled out a little black number.
NCIS
Both Abby and Ziva arrived at NCIS in Ziva's Mini because the hearse got a flat again. Ziva didn't think it was possible to spend an hour to do hair and make-up, but Abby had proved her wrong.
Ziva climbed out of the passenger's side awkwardly. The dress was tight, very tight, she could believe Abby had convinced her to wear it. Unless she undid the zipper running from her knee to her hip which was especially designed to show off her right thigh, she had a feeling she wouldn't be able to move, but she was going to hold off on doing that for as long a possible.
Abby on the other hand, climbed out easily in a v-neck red dress that moved effortlessly around her hips and thighs. She had left her platforms at home and replaced them with a pair of flashy black stilettos that didn't exactly match her dress, but it appeared she could care less. She had left her black dress with the skull trim at Ziva's after she had found the red dress.
Abby couldn't help but admire the way that Ziva handled herself in heels, never having seen her in them very often.
"Shall we go?" Abby asked. They could hear the music coming from inside and they could see flashing, colored lights too.
"The Director outdid herself." Ziva commented as they walked towards the building.
"You know her… in for a penny in for a pound."
"What?"
"Never mind. Come on we're missing the party."