Wild Things
A/N: Part Two of my little three-part Friday Night series.
Ziva smiled, letting herself relax, truly relax, for the first time since her… rescue… as Abby poured her a drink. "It is nice," she said suddenly, looking into her glass.
Abby looked up as she finished pouring the wine. "What's nice?" she asked nonchalantly.
"Being home. Being a full NCIS agent. Working with Gibbs, and McGee, and you, and Ducky again." Ziva paused a moment before adding, "Tony, too."
A quirky smile lit Abby's lips and she glanced behind her, having turned to set the bottle down. She was quiet for a moment before turning to face Ziva. "What went down with you two in the desert? When I asked Timmy, he mumbled something about 'invading your privacy'."
Dark eyes flitted up to meet bright green ones, and Abby noticed how surprised Ziva seemed. "It was nothing," she replied carefully, avoiding the question.
"That's a non answer if I ever heard one," Abby laughed, barely accepting that Ziva did not want to talk about it. "Anyway, drink up! The movie theater doesn't allow alcohol."
"What are we going to see?" Ziva asked, watching Abby lean against the counter.
"Where the Wild Things Are."
Ziva laughed. "That is a children's movie, Abby."
"Doesn't stop it from being good." Abby grinned as her phone rang, and she ran to answer. "The wonderful home of Abby Scuito for laughs and your general enjoyment."
"Give me Ziva!" Tony exclaimed.
"How do you know I have her?" Abby glanced at Ziva, mouthing "Tony" to her friend. Ziva rolled her eyes, knowing what Tony wanted.
"Not answering her phones, Friday night… The pieces add up. May I take her from your possession?"
"Ooh, possession. What are you gonna do to her?" Abby smirked, correctly interpreting both their reactions as Ziva's eyes widened and Tony was silent, presumably opening and closing their mouth.
Finally he drew in his breath and replied teasingly, "You have a dirty mind, Abby."
"So do you. Come get her, I picked her up because her Mini's in the shop."
"Your place?"
"Yep." Abby hung up, turned around, grabbed Ziva's wrist, and pulled the ex-assassin into her closet. "You need to get more dolled up than this."
Ziva followed Abby's disdainful gaze down to her green lightweight sweater and cargo pants. "What is wrong with what I am wearing?"
"Not very sexy." Abby rummaged through her clothes, pulling out one of Ziva's brown dresses.
"I do not need to look sexy…" Ziva trailed off, her brow furrowed. "Why do you have my clothes in your closet?"
Abby gave Ziva a disbelieving glance, presumably for both comments as she replied enigmatically, "Don't you?" and ignored Ziva's question.
"Why would I need to look sexy?" Ziva cried helplessly as Abby shoved Ziva and a purple dress into the bathroom.
Abby ignored Ziva's question again, simply commenting when Ziva reemerged, "Sexy."
