A/N: Not much to say. I hope you enjoy! (:

"So tonight at 8pm?" Abigail Scuito, better known as Abby, confirmed. Ziva David and Anthony Dinozzo shared a look and rolled their eyes. There was no way out of this one. Leroy Jethro Gibbs grunted a half-hearted yes, not wanting to hurt Abby's feelings. Dr. Donald "Ducky" Mallard nodded and Jimmy Palmer, his assistant, followed suit. Timothy McGee mumbled something about 'already having plans' but after a sharp look from Abby he immediately gave in. Tony snorted. Everyone knew that McGeek had a major crush on Abby. She had him wrapped around her finger. Actually, she had everyone wrapped around her finger. She was so charismatic and extremely easy to get along with; no one could stay mad at her for long. The Happy Goth, Tony secretly called her.

"Alright," Abby pumped her arms in the air; her excitement radiated the bullpen. Gibbs sighed, dismissing everyone for the day. After quickly clearly their desks, Tony, Ziva and McGee dashed to the elevator before their boss could change his mind. Abby jumped in the elevator with them and began to talk eagerly.

"Tonight is going to be so awesome. We haven't done anything like this in a looong time! This is definitely going to be 'The Night of Fun- Brought to you by Abby Scuito'!" The three agents nodded in agreement, not wanting to spoil Abby's excitement. After a short moment of silence, McGee spoke up.

"Hey Abs, do you want me to pick you up from your place at seven thirty and we'll go together?" He asked tentatively. Abby giggled and nodded.

"Thanks Timmy. That sounds great!" She coughed slightly and nudged Tony hard in the ribs. He yelped in pain and cursed softly, rubbing where a bruise was sure to appear. McGee and Ziva looked up at Tony in surprise, confusion etched on their faces. Abby just shrugged innocently and began to hum. Upon exiting the elevator, McGee and Abby bid their farewells to Tony and Ziva, whose cars were on the opposite side of the car park to them.

Before walking off with McGee, Abby gave Tony a stern glare and whispered, "Do it." Tony shot her a meek grin. "Do it, Tony. That's an order," Abby demanded. Tony knew that Abby wouldn't stop bothering until he complied to her wishes so he gave her a subtle nod. Secretly, he was planning on doing it anyway. Abby squealed in delight and gave Tony a bone-crushing hug before smiling brightly at Ziva and giving her a wave.

Tony watched as Abby grabbed McGee's hand and pulled him away hastily towards McGee's car. He didn't hear Abby murmur, "Tony said he's going to do it. My master plan is going to work after all! Hah McGee, might as well pay up now".

"Tony," Ziva's voice rang out, with a hint of annoyance. Tony turned to face his partner. He studied her for a moment. Well actually, he was stalling for time. But he knew time was running out, it was now or never. Ziva called his name again, and Tony knew it was now.

"Uh Zee, doyouwanttogowithmetoAbby'sthingtonight?" Tony blurted out before realising that at least half of his words were a blur because he had spoken so fast. Ziva cocked her head to the side, her face scrunched up.

"Say that again slowly."

Tony sighed before trying again. "Do you want to go with me tonight? You know, to 'Abby's Night of Fun' or whatever she called it." He was starting to lose his cool. What if Ziva rejected his offer? Laughed in his face? Or walked away without even answering? Tony gulped. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. He feared for the worse when Ziva smirked and took a step towards him, closing the gap between them. She giggled. Wait, she giggled? Ex-Mossad Assassin GIGGLED! What is the world coming to? Tony thought he was losing it. Big-time.

"I heard you the first time." She began to walk off. Tony's worst nightmare had been confirmed. She had rejected him and left him to wallow in his broken-pride. Ziva was half way to her car before she yelled out, "I'll drop my car home, get ready and you will pick me up at quarter-past seven, yes?" Tony, who had been standing in the same spot that Ziva had left him staring glumly at his shoes, shot his head up in surprise. Ziva couldn't help but smile at Tony's face which was glowing with happiness.

"You can count on it, sweetcheeks," Tony yelled back before walking in her direction, towards his own car.

A/N: Wow, that was so much fun to write! But really, it's up to you people. Is it good enough to continue?