This one is a bit longer than the rest because I was on a role. I am unsure at where to go with this, so if you have any suggestions or things that you want to see I would love to hear them. Thankyou to anyone who has reviewed, they mean alot to me to know that people are enjoying my story. Also thankyou to anyone who has put my story in their favourites/alerts. I will probably not update until Friday, I apologise, but I am quite busy at the moment. Anyway, happy reading and please review :)
"Abby," Tony yelled over the Goth's music to make himself heard. "I need to talk to you." He watched McGee try to make a quick getaway, but stumble and crash into the door. "Nice going McClumsy," Tony couldn't resist the golden opportunity.
"Hey Tony, be nice to Timmy," Abby ordered him, slapping him in the arm, while Tony was distracted, McGee left to avoid further conflict. "What brings you to my humble domain?" Questioned Abby, drawing the attention back to her by throwing her arms out wide.
"Oh, right, err…" Tony stuttered, unsure at what to say.
"Is this about Ziva?" Asked Abby, Tony stared at her shocked, how the hell did she know he wondered.
"Oh relax Tony," Abby told him seeing his face, "McGee told me everything."
"Nice going Probie," Tony muttered underneath his breath.
"Tony, you are either nice to Timmy or I'm not helping you," lectured Abby.
"What! Why do I have to be nice to Pro…McGee?" Tony corrected himself. He noticed Abby looking away shyly. "Oh no, you two aren't…seriously, oh wow wait till I tell Zi…" Tony broke off, quickly becoming subdued. "Well I'm happy for you two anyway." Tony informed her, his eyes downcast.
"Oh poor Tony," Abby gushed wrapping her arms around his waist.
"What did Gibbs say Abby?" Tony asked curiously, Abby shifted uncomfortably.
"You haven't told him have you?" Tony asked, his wide smile breaking back over his face.
"Shut up Tony," Abby told him, punching him in the arm. "If you know what's good for you then you won't tell him, because you know, I am one of the few people who can kill you and leave no forensic evidence."
"Yes, yes, I know Abby," Tony told her impatiently, "but what about Ziva?"
Abby broke into a grin. "Do you like her Tony?"
"Well depends what you mean by like…"
Abby interrupted him, "Stop dancing around the question Tony and just answer it."
Tony muttered something incomprehensible, "Tony!" Abby said sharply.
"I said yes Abby," Tony told her louder.
"Then go and tell her," Abby told him sensibly.
"But what if she says no Abby?" Questioned Tony desperately.
"Well well, Tony the ladies' man is scared of being told no," Abby giggled.
"She is our resident ninja may I remind you," Tony told her, annoyed at how he was being treated when he was trying to talk about something serious.
"Sorry Tony," Abby quietened down instantly, "she won't say no though."
"How are you so sure?" Asked Tony sceptically.
"Because she likes you silly," at that Abby turned around and went back to working on something on the bench. Tony stood there stunned for several minutes before leaving the lab quietly. When Abby saw that he had left, she went dancing around the room singing happily, "I was right, I was right."
Tony wanted be alone to have some time to think. He went outside, it was raining and he was forced to huddle in close to the eves. He watched the rain fall down from the grey sky. It was there that Gibbs found him.
"Gibbs," Tony stated as soon as he saw him.
"You had better take care of her Tony," Gibbs told him, taking a sip of his coffee. "I don't want her hurt and if you do hurt her then you will have me to deal with." Gibbs continued, looking Tony directly in the eye. "Do I make myself clear?"
"What's this about Boss? Sorry you lost me." Tony asked confused. Gibbs glared at him, Tony shrunk back. "Ziva," Gibbs informed Tony in one word, "if you are going to date her that is, I will have further words with both of you later." Tony stared at him in shock. "Now do I make myself clear?" Gibbs asked getting more annoyed.
"Yes Boss, crystal clear," Tony stuttered, amazed that they were having this discussion. Gibbs grunted in reply and left quickly, leaving the younger agent to his thoughts.
When Gibbs walked back into the office, he immediately saw Ziva working at her desk, deep in concentration. He cleared his throat as he walked by and she looked up instantly. She offered him a tight smile before going back to her work.
"Ziva," Gibbs said gently. "Go home, we're done for the day."
"Really Boss?" McGee asked, standing up and collecting his things.
"Not you McGee," Gibbs told him sharply without turning around, "I know about you and Abby and because you didn't tell me you are going to be doing everybody's paperwork for this week." McGee had gone a bright red. Ziva glanced at him sympathetically.
"We were going to tell you Boss, we were just waiting for a more opportune moment."
"Sure you were McGee," Gibbs told him doubtfully, enjoying messing with the younger agent. Did they honestly think that he was so blind as not to see it?
"What about Abby?" McGee interrupted his thoughts, Gibbs glared at him, as if he would do anything to his favourite. He noticed Ziva hiding a smile behind her hand, it had been her relationship with Tony that had made him realise that Abby and McGee were dating he thought. She really should smile more often he noted to himself mentally, noticing a certain glow come over her as she smiled.
"Right okay Boss, onto the paperwork," McGee offered a weak smile, not looking forward to the long night ahead and knowing Tony he would have left it all until today to do…
Gibbs waited until Ziva was in the elevator with him before selecting his floor.
"Thank you Gibbs," Ziva spoke first. Gibbs grunted in reply. "Look Gibbs, I was wondering if you would like to come to my place to have dinner." Ziva stole a glance at Gibbs's face and went on, "I know that you do not usually do that kind of thing. But I am okay at cooking and I thought that it would be nice and to say thank you for last night…" Gibbs silenced her with a finger on her lips.
"I would love to come over for dinner thank you Ziver." Ziva relaxed, she had been unsure at how he would respond.
"I will see you there at 20 00 hours?" Gibbs asked.
"Yes, that would be great," Ziva nodded enthusiastically, she enjoyed cooking for people and Gibbs more so. "I will see you then," Ziva told Gibbs as they left the elevator to go their separate ways.
