Okay, here's chapter 2 for you guys!! I don't usually post 2 chapters in the same day, so don't get used! ;) I want to give special kisses for the people who put this on alert or favorited this story! You make me feel awesome! And I also want to give special Abby-hugs for LOLaches, Greek ncis agend, strictlysuperb, zats, roselilie, maiag389, TaliDaniellaDavid, amieewllms1 and jacksrevenge for writing me reviews! =)

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Disclaimer:No, I don't own NCIS...That's so sad! :'(

Ziva drove to her apartment; she had to think about what she was going to wear at the club. She got out of her red Mini Cooper, and walked towards the elevator. She got in and hit he button to her floor, the doors closed slowly and the elevator started to move up.

She opened her door and put her stuff on the sofa; then, she rushed to the bedroom. She wanted to make sure she would wear something nice. She opened her closet's doors and started looking for an outfit; she looked like a sixteen years old, throwing her clothes all over the room and nothing was good enough.

Giving up, she sat on her bed and thought about the options; suddenly, she had an idea, she could call Abby and ask her help with the clothing. She glanced at her clock 11:30 p.m., Abby would certainly be awake. Sighing, she grabbed the phone and dialed the familiar number.

"Hey Ziva, Say it"! Came Abby's voice through the phone.

"Abby, I need a favor…" Ziva said hesitantly.

"Uuuhm, hit me, what ya need?" The Goth asked.

"Could you come here and help me to find something nice to wear?" The brunette spoke, already putting the cell phone away from her ear.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! Of course I can Ziva! But I'll need to know why you want my help when I get there, but that's not the point. I'll be there in fifteen!! Byyye!" Abby squealed.

Ziva kept staring at the phone for a while, asking herself if she had made a good choice calling Abby; but now it was done. She threw herself on her bed and stared at the mess she made until she heard the doorbell; she rose up and answered it.

When she opened the door, she saw an excited Abby, already giggling. Ziva stepped away and allowed the Goth to get into her apartment. Abby went bouncing to the bedroom and stopped at the door.

"Oh My God! What just happened here?" Abby asked, staring at the cargo pants, tank tops, sweaters, jeans, blouses, combat boots and heels that were thrown everywhere.

"I was trying to find something nice to wear." Iva answered sighing.

"I see…" Abby commented, entering in the room carefully; trying not to step on he clothes. "Oh…And why do you need my help?"

"The thing is…"Ziva stared, entering carefully in the room too. "There's this bet between me and Tony. He said I couldn't seduce him dancing, and I said I could; so we're going clubbing with all of you guys and we're going to see who wins that bet."

"Uuuuhm, a bet huh? What's in for the winner?" Abby asked.

"The winner gets whatever he wants." Ziva answered, sitting on her bed.

"So, you gotta win this one huh?" Abby questioned and Ziva gave a nod with her head. "Okay, let's get started then!"

Both girls stood up, and Abby started to catch the clothes on the floor and examine all of them as if creating dressed mannequins on her mind; the Goth was really excited. She was going to catch a pair of high heel boots when she saw something that caught her attention inside the closet; a short denim skirt.

Abby took the skirt and the black boots smiling. Ziva was looking a some tops, disposed on her bed; her eyes glued on a red tank top. She looked at the Goth and saw the small piece of denim on her hands.

"Where did you get this? I wore it only once on an undercover mission! It barely covers my thighs!!" The brunette frowned with the red tank top still on her hands.

"You're wearing this skirt with these boots and this red top you have on your hands!" Abby squealed. "This is just sooo perfect!"

Ziva didn't argue because it was useless; after all, she was he one who called asking for help. So, she just nodded with her head. Abby squealed one more time and Ziva walked her to the door. When they got there and Ziva opened the door, Abby hugged her and said:

"I know you're gonna win this one Zee!"

Then, she walked away, disappearing on he hall; Ziva closed the door and smiled.

Yes I am! she thought happily and went back to her bedroom to clean up the mess.

Hahahaha! Abby is always right, she rockz!!

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