Hello Readers!
This is my first published attempt at an NCIS fic, so we're going to see how I do.
Anyways, just a few months ago I randomly started thinking up some NCIS-style parodies of songs for reasons unknown. The idea was bouncing around in my head so much that by the end of a single day, I had two mostly complete parodies. When I started to think of some more, I thought, "Hey! Might as well put these into a fanfic!"
So there you have it. This is a collection of song parodies that takes place in late Season 5 (post-"Internal Affairs", but Jenny's still around and Vance has been introduced). There is a basic story, too – the NCIS gang is at a karaoke bar, and unintentionally begins to parody the songs they sing.
I apologize for any OOC-ness. I'm trying to make this humorous, and it's possible that some of the characters may slightly stray away from their normal behavior.
Here's the first part of the story, and I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the parody of the song. I do not own any lines from the original song that are contained in the parody. NCIS and the song I parody do not belong to me.
Girls Just Want to Have Fun
"Please remind me why we are here."
"Ziva! It's a Friday night! We're here to par-tay!" Abby cried, pulling her friend through the throng of people that filled the darkened bar.
"Abs, I have paperwork to get back to…" McGee started in response to the excited Goth's exclamation, but was promptly smacked on the back of the head as his fellow agent entered the bar.
"Come on, McFun-Sucker, you heard the lady," Tony told his friend eagerly. "It's Friday. We've got the night off. Time to celebrate – you know, TGIF?" He paused to ponder his final statement, and soon picked up again with a chuckle. "Although, around here, 'TGIF' means 'Thank Gibbs It's Friday'."
"Oh, you better be thanking me, DiNozzo," a voice boomed, causing the quartet to turn towards the door just as their fearless leader strolled in, flanked by Ducky (with Palmer following close behind) and Director Shepard. The group greeted the director (McGee, Ziva, and Tony with a short, "Director"; Abby with a, "Heya, Director Shepard," and – with Jenny's permission – a quick hug) and took their seats in a large booth near the back of the bar. After they put in their drink orders, Palmer got the conversation going again.
"Abby, why are we… all… here?" he asked, uneasily glancing at Gibbs and Jenny.
"I'd heard about this new club, and I just wanted to bring the whole gang along to try it out," she chirped. "You, me, Timmy, Tony, Ziva, Duckman, Gibbs, and the Director." Facing the rest of the party, she queried gleefully, "Don't you guys just love it here?"
Before any of the others could answer, a loud, screeching shriek pierced the air. The noise wavered occasionally, but remained a shrill, incessant trill. The group covered their ears in pain at the sound (Ziva also had one hand hovering over her knife, just in case), as well as many other bar goers. Once the noise finally ceased, Gibbs was the first to recover.
"What the hell was that?" he roared, bursting out of his seat. As his eyes scanned the room for the source of the disturbance, they soon landed on a sheepish-looking young man wielding a wireless microphone. A petite brunette woman Gibbs assumed to be the man's girlfriend violently shook her head and – covering her face with her hand in embarrassment – hastily pulled her boyfriend off the lit platform in the middle of the bar.
Abby gasped in excitement after witnessing this display. "They have a karaoke machine!" she squealed, eagerly clapping her hands together. Suddenly, she grabbed hold of Ziva and Jenny's wrists and yanked them out of the booth, crying, "Come on, let's do it!" The remainder of the party migrated away from their table as the forensic scientist shoved a Mossad assassin and the director of NCIS onto the center platform before scurrying over to the DJ to whisper something in his ear. With a brief nod, he placed a CD in the karaoke machine and pressed play. The opening notes of a Cyndi Lauper classic echoed through the room, and Ziva – microphone in hand – was led into the spotlight by Abby to start off the song. Swaying to the music for a moment, Ziva lifted the microphone and began to sing:
I head home in the middle of the night
My partner asks, "What'cha gonna do there tonight?"
Oh, Tony, dear, I am not a fortunate one
And girls, they want to have fun
Oh, girls just want to have fun
"What is she doing?" McGee asked Tony. "None of the words are right!"
Overhearing the conversation between her coworkers, Ziva answered, "I am changing the lyrics so they fit better. I am doing what you call a… I do not know, but I believe it has something to do with a parrot, yes?"
"A parody!" Abby shrieked. "Great idea, Ziva!" At that, she took the microphone and sang her portion of the song:
The doors ding when the time is right
My 'father' yells, "What'cha got, our timing is tight"
Oh, Daddy Gibbs, you're not a patient one
And girls, they want to have fun
Oh, girls just want to have fun
After Abby's part, she and Ziva began the chorus:
That's all they really want
Some fun
When the latest case is done
Girls, they want to have fun
Oh, girls just want to have fun
Jenny then took the microphone from the two singing women and launched into her solo:
Some men take a beautiful girl
And keep her from seeing the rest of the world
I want to be the one to holster a gun
And girls, they want to have fun
Oh, girls just want to have fun
"All together now!" Abby shouted, and the three women sang the chorus once more:
That's all they really want
Some fun
When the latest case is done
Girls, they want to have fun
Oh, girls just want to have fun
As the final notes of the song faded out, Abby, Jenny, and Ziva faced the crowd of cheering people. Palmer and Tony let out loud, simultaneous whistles, and even Gibbs was grinning at his girls' performance. Beaming at the group, the three women stepped off the stage and back onto the main floor.
"And now, the winner of 'Mossad Idol' is… Crazy Ninja Chick Ziva David!" Tony crowed, followed by McGee's cry of, "Wow, Abs, that was great!" and Gibbs's satisfied murmur of, "Not bad, Director." These congratulatory sayings came to a halt when the men noticed the mischievous looks on the faces of their respective women.
"All right, boys," Jenny said, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "Now it's your turn."
Yes, the next parody is going to be sung by Tony, McGee, and Gibbs! It will be up tomorrow, as I already have it written.
This fic will not normally be updated on a regular basis, as it takes me a while to actually figure out the words to the parody, and then type the story. The third chapter has only one line parodied so far, but following parodies have a good chunk already completed. Hopefully, there won't be too much of a long wait between chapters!
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!
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