You're probably wondering why I chose an interagency dance right away. The answer is: because I can.
Summary; While Abby convinces Ziva to go dress shopping, McGee and Tony struggle through finding something that fits the dress code.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS.
"Abby, do we really need to be doing this?" Ziva asked, staring at the rows and rows of different dresses that stood before her. "I have some at home for times like now."
"Of course we do, Ziva! It's tradition! We need something new." Abby grinned at her obviously unenthusiastic shopping partner, who just sighed in response. "Come on, it'll be fun."
She latched on the the Israeli's hand and dragged her friend into the store, still smiling. "Okay, so we're going with the FBI. And it's gotta follow the dress code. Hey, how's this look?"
From one of the many racks Abby pulled a simple black dress, lined with red. She held it up in front of her for Ziva to see. "It looks nice, perhaps you should try it on later."
"Come on, we gotta find something for you!" Abby squealed, grabbing her hand again and going even farther into the store. "Hmmm. You'd look nice in green, red, black and maybe a sort of golden brown. Can't be too short... How about this?"
Ziva nearly fell over laughing at the dress that hung from the forensic scientist's hand. It was a warm brown, very small and curvy at the top but poofed out to double its size at the bottom. There were little streamers falling from the straps. Tiny sequins manifested themselves on the hemline that met the bottom with the tiny top. It looked like something that belonged at a kid's party.
"Oh, so maybe not." Abby winked and put it back on the rack. "Fine, I'm gonna go try this on. You look for a few minutes."
She was gone in a flash, leaving her shopping partner alone in the almost empty store. Ziva watched the door to the changing rooms close and turned back to the racks in front of her, slowly filtering through the multitudes of possibilities in front of her. Too short... Too long... Ugly color... But wait...
Her face lit up at her newest find; she revelled in the soft velvet, the perfect length and the color that shined in any light. Oh yes, this would work.
"Ziva? Have you found anything?" Abby asked, opening the door to show off her dress. "How do I look?"
"You look amazing, Abby, I'm sure McGee will love it," she laughed at Abby's blush. "I've found something, yes."
"Tony, do you really have to get James Bond theme?" called McGee from somewhere behind him.
He turned around to face his companion with a grin and nodded his head towards the SIG still clipped to his belt. "Come on, Probie. I'm a federal agent. I carry a gun. I just have to go James Bond!"
"Fine, but don't take too long Tony. You're probably taking longer than the girls will to pick out their clothes. No wonder Gibbs refused to come with you," McGee grumbled his last words under his breath, carefully examining a shining black suit.
"McGee. You have GOT to see this!" Tony came running down the isle to the Probie and held out a suit that looked almost exactly like James Bond's. "We are SO getting this."
"Finally," McGee hissed.
