A.N: Just twelve little one shots (possibly will be connected with one another) based on Katy Perry's new album Teenage Dream. 'What Is Love?' is in the process of being updated, new chapter will be up this weekend! :) xoxocarolinee P.S. you must read between the lines - well sorta if you can't figure it out since I emphasised it - to find out what T.G.I.F stands for, if you didn't already know.

Disclaimer: Hi, I'm Katy Perry and I own NCIS and this is what I do with my spare time. Lol Jks I'm not good enough to be her or own it.


Teenage Dream

{ Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F) }

Last Friday Night / Yeah, we danced on table tops / And we took too many shots

Think we kissed, but I forgot / Last Friday night

We went to our local yet infamous bar which we always used to go to after a tough case. I would always be just Abby, Tim, Tony and Me, sittin' in the booth farthest away from the loud disco music, right in the small, hidden back corner. All I remember is what happened just before the forth or fifth shots we had, all the rest is a blur. The atmosphere was sweaty yet energetic with hundreds of bodies brushing each other as each were dancing.

. . .

'Egh, I am so glad that case is over!' Exclaimed Abby, as we slid into the overly cushioned red and black stripy lounge seats.

'Uh huh,' I agreed with the hyper goth; who knows how high she will get when she adds shots of alcohol to her already energetic mood. As the one of the bar's hostesses came to order our first round of drinks, we made a short small-chat with one another.

'So, what is our little ninja gonna be drinking tonight?' Tony questioned, with many thoughts of different drinks which I would supposedly enjoy running through his mind. 'Let me guess, a cocktail of some sort? Hmm?'

'Possibly,' I respond, just to keep the tension alive. When the waitress comes, just for him I order a cocktail, just to please him.

'Ha! I knew it!'

'Sure Tony, whatever you say.'

After the third and forth rounds of drinks, our conversations had seemed to split. Tim and Abby were obviously engrossed in some latest technology product, where as Tony and I were sitting awkwardly next to each other, trying to understand what the pair across from us were saying. Tony, surprisedly asked me to dance when the song changed, into a recent but unfamiliar beat. I was disgusted by the way he climbed over me just to get out of the booth first. Talk about being a gentleman... But as soon as he got out, he stopped.

'Me lady,' He imitated in a posh English accent, and extending his arm for me to latch onto his palm like a princess would. Perhaps I spoke too soon... I took hold onto his strong and large hand, and gracefully leapt up from the seat. We took to the dance floor, he decided he wanted to try his luck tonight, so he snaked his arms around my waist as we swayed to the beat of the tune.

Why the heck was I letting him get away with these small gestures? What did they mean? I hope I am not leading him on, I mean I want to be more than 'just friends' but was it not the man was supposed to make the first move? Oh all those cliche movies we watched together many summers ago is surely taking an affect on me now.

'What are you thinking about Zee?' He questions sincerely.

'Life. You?' I reply softly.

'You.' Wait, what? did he just say he was thinking about me? There is something wrong here.

'Are you serious?'

'Yep.'

'Well what are you think about me then?'

'That you are my Ms Right. I just realised that.' Damn that charming Tony DiNozzo! Making me blush in public - in front of him! He can se the corners of my lips twitching upward at his comment. He is the only exception.

. . .

After that moment, everything is a blur for me. Only quick and faded flashbacks of that night come at random intervals of the day, but when they come, I savour them because I know that I will probably never remember what happened that night. I am hoping that it was something good and hopefully we did not do anything stupid that night, apart from drinking too much giving us unasked for hangovers for the next day. Did we kiss? Did we spill our feeling towards each other? Did we do anything we would not have when we are sober? I suppose I shall never know. . . But 'Thank God It's Friday', maybe it will happen all over again?