Summary: Post-Chimera. I wasn't planning on this being any more than a oneshot, but M E Wofford's review of part one gave me the idea of continuing it. Big thank-you and hugs go out to you!

So it is now a three part. Expect chapter three sometime in the next couple weeks... And who knows, someone might review and give me inspiration to continue it further. – Insert blatantly obvious hinting here –

Pairings: Tiva. Eventually, I think.

Spoilers: Part one of this story and the episode Chimera.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing. Except the season one DVD and my dreams. I haven't seen any of season six yet (good old New Zealand is waaay behind) so if there's been some massive change in character dynamics or something, don't expect to see it here.

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"I can't believe I let you talk me into it," Tony whined, glaring at Ziva before dramatically thumping his head down on his desk.

"Talk you into what?" Ziva asked innocently, twirling a loose strand of hair around her pencil.

Tony snapped his head back up, and Ziva failed to suppress a bout of laughter when she noticed the bright pink paperclip stuck to his forehead, no doubt collected during said body part's brief-but-violent encounter with his messy desk.

He rolled his eyes at her across the space between their desks. "You know what, miss lie-detector-spy-assassin-ninja chick."

Ziva gave him a sweet smile and leaned forward, resting her elbow on the desk and he chin on her hand. "Oh, the concert tonight?"

"Yes, the concert tonight," Tony told her. "It doesn't take a ninja to figure out I'm not really looking forward to it."

Ziva gracefully stood up and moved to Tony's desk, balancing on the balls of her feet and leaning forward so she was looking down at him and only inches away from his face. "Aww, are you scared to go to the concert?" She inquired with a look of pity directed at him.

"I'm not scared!" Tony exclaimed, very quick to defend himself. "But you know what Abby's like. She's… unique. Yeah, that's the word."

Ziva raised an eyebrow. "You do not like her music?"

"Do you?" Tony shot back.

Ziva paused for a moment to consider her answer. "I do not dislike it. Yes, it is certainly different and yes, sometimes I find certain lyrics to be… Offensive to me. But it is not terrible."

Tony nodded, unsure of what to say, as he hadn't exactly been expecting a serious answer to his comeback. "The fans are kinda freaky," he told her hesitantly.

"Can't handle a few Goths, Tony?" McGee shot at him with a smug grin as he walked past Tony's desk.

"More like a few hundred Probie and yes, I can. Doesn't mean I want to!" Tony replied, never one to let the younger agent win. He looked down at his watch, hiding a grimace. "It's seven," he announced. The concert started at ten.

"Er, yes," Ziva agreed, failing to understand the significance of the hour. "Theoretically I should be gone, but instead I am standing here talking to you."

"Nice to know I'm that important, but you're not here for me. Don't think I didn't catch you eyeing up your phone every thirty seconds. Expecting a call?" Tony decided to try his luck, despite the fact that probing into the Israeli's private life probably had a higher chance of death than leaping off a large building. Into a pool of sharks.

However, Ziva took the opportunity not to employ her knife skills, instead focusing a raised eyebrow at Tony. "Yes, actually."

"Who's the lucky guy?"

"You are presuming they are male."

Tony pushed back in his chair, squinting as he attempted to determine whether or not she was joking.

The elevator dinged and he glanced up just as Abby careened around the corner, pigtails swinging as she balanced awkwardly on 4-inch heeled boots. She skidded to a stop in front of Ziva's desk, blood-red lips giving way to bright white teeth as she smiled. "Ready to go?" She asked, dropping her black shoulder bag onto the desk.

"Almost," Ziva replied, obviously amused by the other woman's enthusiasm. "You didn't call," she added.

Abby clapped a hand over her mouth, wide-eyed. "Oops! Sorry! I was going to, but then I finished up n the lab and I was really excited and I kinda just ran up here…"

Ziva shook her head, smiling. "Can you bear waiting ten minutes or so?"

"Sure can!" Abby assured her. Skipping over to McGee's desk, she flopped into his chair and rolled it into the aisle that separated Tony and Ziva's desks.

"Go where?" Tony finally asked, giving in to the curiosity that had been building since Abby arrived.

"My place," Abby answered simply. Bored with spinning the chair, she jumped up and casually stood behind Ziva, fiddling with the Israeli's straightened hair.

Tony forgot his curiosity for a full ten seconds, gaping in shock when Ziva didn't shrug Abby off or tell her to go away. Or pull a freaky more and slam her hand to the desk. She just continued to type, completely content with Abby playing hairdresser.

Tony decided it must be a sisterly thing – he had noticed the pair acting friendlier over the last month or so, after McGee, Ziva, Gibbs and himself had returned from the 'haunted' ship. Even though their age difference was nearly non-existent, it seemed as if Abby had begun to look up to the woman whom she had once hated.

Noticing that he had been ignored, Tony cleared his throat loudly. "Abby's kidnapping you?"

Though the question had been directed at Ziva, Abby jumped in to answer before Ziva could even consider her reply. "Yup," she told him with a sly grin, "I'm taking her home to dress her up for the concert."

"I do not know why I agreed to that part…" Ziva added with another small shake of her head.

"What I want to know is what she did to persuade you," Tony said, mentally crossing his fingers. He silently prayed that Ziva understood the joke he was implying.

Abby giggled. "Wouldn't you like to know," she told him teasingly. She winked at Ziva, then bent down to whisper in her ear. "Play along."

After a moment of confusion, Ziva got the message and smiled mischievously, leaning sideways into Abby with their faces mere inches apart. Dropping her voice to a husky, slightly secretive tone, she stage whispered to Abby, "I thought that was to be just between the two of us!"

"Oh, don't feel you need to keep any secrets, ladies."

Tony was leaning back in his chair with his fingers laced behind his head, feet crossed at the ankles and resting on his desk. He watched with an expression that fell somewhere between disbelief and dreamlike fascination.

McGee surveyed his co-worker's antics from behind his desk; a safe distance away from Ziva should Tony take his joke too far. However, he had a feeling Ziva was enjoying this way too much to even contemplate maiming Tony. She seemed to have discovered, with the help of Abby, that torture could be successful and a hell of a lot of fun at the same time. Then again, she probably already enjoyed torturing people a little too much. McGee shook the thought from his mind. He really didn't want to think about that right now.

"So," Tony began, masking his shock with a trademark DiNozzo grin, "You two having a sleepover?"

Abby tilted her head to the side. "Yeah. One problem though…" she gazed skywards, deep in thought. "I've only got one coffin."

Ziva tapped her shoulder lightly. "I do not mind sharing," she told her, focusing an intense gaze at Abby, who grinned back. "That's sorted then," she said, and suddenly leaned forward to kiss Ziva's cheek with an exaggerated "Mwah!"

Looking down at her watch, she gasped. "Time to go!" she announced, dragging Ziva out of her chair by the wrist. Ziva grabbed an overnight bag from under her desk. Halfway to the elevator, Abby skidded to a stop, still latched on to Ziva who stopped with a jolt.

"You're gonna owe me big time for letting you drive," she said, prodding Ziva with a pointed finger.

Ziva leaned forwards and gazed upwards, taking advantage of their significant height difference. "I am sure we can figure something out," she told Abby. "Right, Tony?" she added, looking back at her colleagues.

Speechless, Tony could only nod in agreement.

Allowing Abby to lead her to the elevator, Ziva blew a kiss to Tony over her shoulder.

Tony and McGee watched their retreating backs, mouths open in shock, wondering of what they had just witnessed had actually happened.

Ziva and Abby managed to maintain their composure while they stood waiting for the elevator. It was Abby who broke first, bursting into a crippling fit of giggles the millisecond the doors closed in front of them.

"I cannot believe you did that," Ziva told her, successfully holding back her laughter long enough to form a sentence.

"I can't believe you joined in!" Abby retorted between gasps of air, leaning back against the elevator wall for support. "Poor Tony," she said in mock sadness, "you could just see his little hopes soaring."

They lapsed into silence as they exited the elevator and made their way towards Abby's hearse. Ziva stopped on the driver's side, holding out an outstretched hand for the keys Abby dropped into it.

"It handles kinda heavy," Abby warned her, her words falling on deaf ears as they screeched out of the lot, Ziva fighting against the steering wheel of the Hearse while Abby pondered what mischief she could cause next.

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AN: I know. Nothing happened. That scene had been playing out in my head for the last week so I couldn't just ignore it… Hopefully it's not too bad. Never fear! Things actually happen in the next chapter!