Hey everyone! I've written some many song fics tonight! This a Tiva/McAbby fic to Pop by 'N Sync. I was laughing so hard while I was writing it, just picturing them doing this. I was a big 'N Sync fan when I was little and still am today. Hope everyone enjoys! Please review!
Love,
Alex
DISCALIMER: I do not own NCIS or the song Pop by 'N Sync
Pop
"I do not care what you think, Tony!" Ziva exclaimed across the bar table.
"Yeah, neither do I!" Abby chimed in.
The two girls were sitting across from the two guys. They were in their normal end of week celebration drinks night. Tonight, however Abby had dragged them all to a karaoke bar.
"Well I'm sorry if I don't think the Backstreet Boys are quality music!" Tony shot back.
The four of them had been arguing for the past 15 minutes about boy band music. Earlier that day in a rare moment, Abby had been in a boy band mood. She and Ziva had an impromptu dance party in her lab featuring all of the boy band classics. Tony and McGee had come downstairs to see them dancing around to Bye Bye Bye by 'N Sync.
McGee had just been shocked to see gothic Abby and ninja Ziva jumping around like eight year olds to 'N Sync. Tony just started laughing his ass off.
"For your information, it was 'N Sync, not the Backstreet Boys." Abby said as she glared at McGee and Tony.
"Like there's a difference." McGee snorted.
"There is a big difference!" Ziva exclaimed, pounding her fist on the table.
Tony started cracking up again, "I can't believe how aggravated you're getting about boy band music!"
"How about a little bet?" Abby suggested a mischievous glint in her eye.
That shut Tony up quickly.
"Yes, I think that is a fabulous idea, Abby!" Ziva said.
McGee and Tony looked and each other and groaned. "Lay it on us." McGee said.
"We'll buy your drinks for the next two weeks, if you boys go up on stage and sing an 'N Sync song." Abby said, gleefully.
Tony's mouth opened in shock, "Are you serious? I can't do that!"
McGee just nodded his agreement; he was in too much shock to speak.
"Guess you do not want us to pay your bill." Ziva shrugged.
Tony gritted his teeth, "Fine! We'll do it."
"We will?" McGee said, terrified.
"I want free drinks." He said, getting up and getting McGee up too.
The two boys made there way up to the karaoke/DJ stand. Abby and Ziva watched the DJ crack up when he heard the request.
"Thanks for getting me into this." McGee told Tony bitterly, as they got up on stage.
"Oh this is going to be good." Ziva said as she watched them stand up there.
"And performing now we have Timothy McGee and Anthony DiNozzo singing Pop by 'N Sync!" The DJ called out into the microphone. "I've been told this is also a bet from some pretty ladies, so good luck to you guys!"
The music started and Tony stepped forward.
Sick and tired of hearing
All these people talk about
What's the deal with this pop life
And when is gonna fade out
The thing you got to realize
What we doing is not a trend
We got the gift of melody
We gonna bring it till the end
(Come on now)
Ziva cracked up laughing, "Oh my goodness, they are actually doing it!"
The 2nd verse kicked in and McGee stepped up with his mic.
It doesn't matter
'Bout the car I drive or
What I wear around my neck
All that matters
Is that you recognize
That it's just about respect
It doesn't matter
About the clothes I wear
And where I go and why
All that matters
Is that you get hyped and
We'll do it to you every time
(Come on now)
Ziva and Abby were beside themselves with laughter as the unlikely duo launched into the chorus.
Do you ever wonder why Dirty pop
This music gets you high?
It takes you on a ride
Feel it when your body
Starts to rock
(Your body starts to rock)
Baby you can't stop
(You can't stop)
And the music's all you got
Come on now
This must be, pop
Baby you can't stop
I know you
Like this dirty pop
This must be
McGee continued the song with the next verse. He looked out in the crowd and saw many people smiling and even a few singing along. 'This isn't so bad.' McGee thought.
Now, why you wanna try
To classify the type of thing
That we do
'Cause we're just fine
Doin what we like
Can we say the same for you?
Tired of feelin all
Around me animosity
Just worry about yours
'Cause I'ma get mine
Now people can't you see
McGee stepped back and let Tony take the spotlight for the next verse.
It doesn't matter
'Bout the car I drive or
The ice around my neck
All that matters
Is that you recognize
That it's just about respect (oh)
It doesn't matter
About the clothes I wear
And where I go and why
All that matters
Is that you get hyped and
We'll give it to you every time
(Come on)
They joined back together for the chorus, and then came the rap.
"McGee, take it away!" Tony called out.
Ooh Dirty, dirty, dirty pop
Man I'm tired of singing
Dirty pop
Do you ever wonder?
Tony chimed in with the dirty pop echo. They finished the song with much fanfare, and a standing ovation from the entire bar.
Feeling pretty proud of themselves, McGee and Tony walked back to the girls who were crying they were laughing so hard.
"Oh my god, you were Justin!" Ziva told Tony between hysterical laughter.
"And you were JC!" Abby exclaimed to McGee as he sat down.
The two girls calmed down enough to speak coherently, and when they did they said "You guys did a great job!"
"Why thank you." Tony said with a grin.
"We'll be taking those drinks now." McGee said with an even bigger grin.
"Bartender!" Tony called.
FIN