Okay so this is my latest story. I hope it is good enough for my avid readers. LOL. This story is dedicated to NCISTivaFan30. She is just awesome and helps me so much, both with my writing and just letting me vent. I finally got it written up so you should be proud of me. Enjoy.
A New Year's Kiss.
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 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.
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 not gonna wear pj's to the party tonight right?" he askd in disbelief. "Your pj's could be sexy though." He added.
"What party?"
"You're kidding right?"
"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'.
McGee scoffed, both Tony and Ziva shot him 2 very different looks. Ziva's; venomous. Tony's; both of shock and warning.
"I mean…Ziva wouldn't have a date." 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." Even though McGee had been with the team for 4 years he was still the probie of the team and was currently at risk of being neatly slaughtered by his Mossad officer.
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, colourful 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.
A/N: I have more chapters written up, give me the word and I will post them.
