Disclaimer: NCIS, Criminal Minds or anything else that you find familiar: not mine, just borrowed.
A/N: Here's the new chapter. I hope you like and I'm very grateful for your response!
"Happier thoughts, breakfast is prepared. And you have to meet the boys sober. They are so much fun! And do not wake Abby up or you will regret it!" she called out as she left.
Emily smiled to herself.
Emily got up, stirred and slowly walked to the bathroom. Oh, no! She had forgotten the clothes. Dammit, dammit, dammit! She turned around and back to the room. She checked around for her , she remembered she hadn't brought anything besides her purse. Suddenly, a voice startled her, "If you are looking for your clothes, I'm sure Ziva has found you something and left it in the bathroom". Abby was propped up on an elbow, blinking at the morning light. "And if you don't wanna go commando, just use the hair dryer after you're done with washing your underwear. I do that a lot when I forget to grab an extra pair".
The profiler thanked the other woman and returned to the restroom. It was standard size; with a sink, a shower, a toilet and a gabinet. On the floor, there was a mounticle of clothes with a note on top. She read it as she locked the door, "I found these- I hope they fit you. Z". She examined what had been left for her. There was a white tank top with blue skulls, a delicate blue shirt and khaki cargo pants. Emily grinned, the top was so clearly Abby's; the trousers, Ziva's and the shirt from another woman she hadn't met yet.
As she was undressing, she touched a bandage right on the place in her lower back that was hurting. Turning her back to the mirror, she looked over her shoulder with fear. A black phoenix was tattooed there. Curious and sighing in relief, she examined it. The piece of art was about three inches wide and four tall, and very beautiful. But it hurt as hell, she thought. Well, it wasn't the first tattoo she got, she already had the small gun on her hip and the tiny rose in her ankle. She was grateful she knew what to do with it. When she stepped off the shower, she wiped it clean and covered it in a new bandage, and the pain was less.
After she had finished dressing, she dried her hair with a towel, pulled it high in a ponytail and came down the stairs. She could wear the outfit surprisingly well and was feeling a lot better. The delicious smell of bacon, eggs and coffee hit her. She followed the scent to the kitchen, where she found Ducky and Ziva, who was snickering with a bag in her hands. She could just say hello to her uncle before been dragged by her to the living room.
She was shown the contents of the bag: markers, whipped cream, some strings of rope and a hornet, and then Ziva approached the sleeping Tony, Tim and Derek. First, she went near McGee, very silently. She tied his right foot to his left hand and drew freckles and a French moustache on his face. Emily chuckled, he looked hilarious. She then saw the Israeli doing some signs with her hands. After a few seconds, she realized they were tactic symbols used during operations when no talking was allowed. "You-can-take-D" was the message she got. Well, she was way too asleep. What on Earth was she talking about? Oh, right, "D" must be Derek. The offer was tempting. It would be so much fun! On the other hand, he was her best friend and, more importantly, she still had to work with the guy. She took a moment to consider and the right way to signal. She did what was supposed to be a "No-you-go" and winked an eye at her to imply the thanks.
Ziva took on her cue. She drew cat-like features and tied the socks he had slept with. She still had Tony to go and Emily wondered what she had been planning. First, the ninja topped his feet all over with cream, and also drew a thick moustache. Finally, she made eyebrows with more cream and, after throwing the bag to her, she straddled Tony's body and blew the hornet with all her forces (or, at least, very loud). Emily had feared what she would do and barely covered her ears before the noise. She kinda felt sorry for the guys, because they weren't that lucky. Tim jumped but due to the ropes, he ended falling back on the mattress he had been on. Derek started as well, but batting his hands and shrieking he fell, in a way that made Emily wish she had recorded it all. Last but not least, Tony reacted grabbing Ziva's hips and rolling over so he was crushing her under him. She giggled in a very girly and not at all crazy-ninja or trained-assassin way, as she kicked him and trashed around to avoid him, who was tickling her.
When they got up, they had smears of cream everywhere. Derek, Emily and Tim were staring at them with their mouths hanging. Ziva blushed and DiNozzo flashed a 1000-watt smile, "She never notices I notice". And received a punch in exchange. "Breakfast is ready, you said?" Emily supplied.
But the funniest part ever was when the men saw the drawings on each other.
A/N2: Well, how's it going? I want to thank everybody that reads the story and more specially, to all those who reviewed, favourited or followed. Thanks for making me feel like what I write is worth it! And indirects thanks to my brother, my parents, my besties and that friend who is always there for me, despite all her obligations. Love you!