Gibbs/Ziva fic: Footie Fun
Humour/Romance
K+ Rating
Thanks for the brainwave Ishty! This one is for you!
Sorry but I call it football, so for all the Americans... they are playing soccer.
No I am not a fan of football or the World Cup... my muse left me so Ishty helped me out.
Summary: Some pesky kids bring our two favourite agents together with a little sport. ZIBBS!
Footie Fun
Gibbs looked to his left as he saw the NCIS truck roll up to their newest crime scene. He grinned as Ziva hopped and landed gracefully from the truck, unlike Tony who stumbled and growled at McGee who laughed.
'' When you're ready.'' prompted Gibbs, the three younger agents scattered, grabbing the tools they needed to do their jobs. They went to their respective areas while Gibbs drifted in between the three and Ducky working away establishing the time of death and possible cause. A scream of 'goal' to his right made him look. There was a group of teenagers, no older than sixteen playing football.
'' The World Cup has got to them, eh Boss?'' Gibbs nodded and ducked as the ball was booted his way, the team watched as it hurtled towards Ziva and the Israeli tucked the notepad away and raised her leg to stop the ball and she did a few keepie-uppies. The men's jaw dropped and the kids ran over to the crime scene, not crossing the yellow tape, so they could watch Ziva.
'' Wow!''
'' The chick's got skills!'' Ziva grinned knowing that all the eyes were on her... maybe this is how David Beckham felt when he was on his grassy stage.
'' Oh man and she's hot.'' said the one of the other teens, Tony grinned and Gibbs shook his head, knowing that the Israeli was taking it all in her stride.
'' Someone tackle her!'' called one of the kids. Ziva let the ball fall to the floor, ready for a challenge. Gibbs cricked his neck and began to run after Ziva. The Israeli grinned and ran with the ball, she leapt over the yellow tape and laughed as Gibbs ran behind her.
'' Come on Gibbs! Keep up!'' called Ziva. Gibbs grinned, loving the fun side of his tempermental agent.
The teens and NCIS employees moved to watch the one on one game between the two agents.
'' Record it Probie!'' said Tony, knowing that the gothic forensic scientist would want to see this.
Gibbs urged his legs to move fast and he ran until he was behind Ziva trying to get the ball, Ziva moved as he moved, blocking him from the ball with her body, Gibbs moved his hands to her hips to get a tight grip on them as he tried even harder, Ziva laughed, loving how her boss was holding her, so she moved one of her hands to hold onto his thigh, she laughed again as Gibbs' muscle jerked under her grasp.
'' The old guy has skills too!''
'' Wow! I wish my dad was like that!''
Pants of frustration and laughter sounded for a few moments until the two managed to get their feet knotted together and they crashed to the floor and rolled down the steep grassy hill.
'' Oh!''
'' Wipeout!'' They carried on rolling until they stopped, Gibbs on top of Ziva, both of them breathing heavily.
'' That's some skills you have David.'' panted Gibbs, his nose just brushing hers. Ziva smiled up at him.
'' I have other skills too, Gibbs.''
'' I bet you do.'' They looked into each others eyes and Gibbs lowered his lips and pressed them to Ziva's, he grinned as she kissed him back, they broke apart as they heard Tony calling them.
'' Half time... I will play with you later?'' Gibbs grinned.
'' You can count on it.'' Gibbs got off of his agent and pulled her up, Ziva chipped the ball so she could catch it and they ran up the hill. Ziva dropkicked the ball to the teens and they cheered.
'' Thanks Miss!'' they called before running off. Gibbs looked at his team.
'' Did I say you could finish?'' The team scuttled off once again and Gibbs grinned as he listened to Tony and Ziva's banter.
'' You didn't tell me you knew how to handle a ball.''
'' Tony... I know how to handle balls. Everybody does, even you.'' said Ziva not fully aware of what she was implying... or so Gibbs thought until she caught his eye and winked at him.