FREEZE FRAME 2 – Room Service

Summary: Freeze Frame Episode Two: The team must protect Marley and Abby over a long weekend. Encouraging Marley to act like a kid seemed a good idea at the time. This is an intermittent episode, with a little romance for Gibbs, thrown in.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, nor did I create it, Donald Bellisaio and Don Mc Gill did, and a damn fine job they do too.

Chapter 4

A Complimentary Mini Bar pt 1

FREEZE FRAME: CUT Close up profile of Tony and Ziva. Water rains down on their faces as their lips meet in a long kiss. Convert black and white. CUT.

Fade in to Garden bench. Two figures are embracing while quietly talking. A kiss interrupts the conversation. (Pan in slowly as Gibbs and Gillian's lips separate. Stop at Close up, Profile Gibbs and Gillian both smiling.)

"You are definitely a man of few words, Jethro."

Gibbs moved in closer, gently rubbing her nose with his, "you have a problem with that? I would have thought not."

"You're right, I don't." This time Gill took the lead. Returning his Passé she continued down to his lips and left hers there for what seemed a very comfortable forever. She let their physical touch transmit the feeling of gratification and the electricity show her sincerity. Hesitantly, she left his lips and lowered her head in the crock of his neck and took in his aroma. There were no uncomfortable moments for either, though Gibbs was taken back slightly by his emotional response and very conscious of his involuntary physical one.

Some decorum and restrain was in order, not only because they or he was on a job, but this woman… "this gorgeous beautiful woman with her silky strawberry blonde hair, green piercing eyes , full voluptuous figure …."

"Stop it!" He silently warned himself. "This woman deserved the softness and serenity of a private moment, a private place, where they could…Not now!"

Gill sensed his attempts at restraint. "Yes" she laughed. At his startled expression, she continued, "body language, you can always tell when one is listening."

Gibbs stared at her giggling, smirking face. Lifting her hair back and tucking it behind her ear he quickly and cheekily pecked her on the nose. "No. Not Yet."

Gillian coughed, catching the breath that escaped when her heart registered the promise of Gibbs's words. "We should get back."

"Yep. Hopefully they will all be asleep by now."

"Isn't McGee going home?"

"No. We'll all take turns at the surveillance screens, but that's in the other room. The others will bunk down either in the second bedroom or on one of the sofa beds. If we're lucky we can a few more private moments in the big lounge. And maybe a night cap."

"Oh, I don't know, I'm still a little giddy from the wine."

"One more won't hurt. Maybe, a nice little liqueur. You could do with a goods night sleep."

"You're right. Besides, I believe the mini bar is complimentary in the executive suites."

Cross fade to suite and master bedroom.

Marley was standing in the middle of the huge king size bed, slightly bouncing on the balls of her feet and clinking the small glass bottles still attached to her fingers. Ziva had heard Tony yell and quickly entered the bedroom. She went to the small fridge and examined it.

"There's nothing left in the mini bar, Tony."

"Yep, I'd say she's pretty well smashed."

"This is not good, Tony, not good at all."

"Ya think?"

"Sounding like Gibbs is not going to save your ass, Tony."

"My ass? Why me?"

"You're the senior field agent."

Marley was bouncing on the bed while Tony and Ziva examined the evidence: eight empty liquor samples, six of which were still attached to her fingers, six chocolate bar wrappers, and two cans of Coke. One was empty, the other was half full and smelled of whiskey.

"Marley, what were you thinking? Why would you drink all this stuff?"

"I was thirsty, well, then I got thirstier and a numb nose." Trying to point to her nose Marley knocked herself a little harshly with one of the glass bottles.

"Ow, maybe, not numb enough. I was aiming for a numb bum. Heh heh, that rhymes."

Tony shook his head and rubbed his hands over his face. "No, No, No."

"She's right, Tony, that does rhyme."

"This is not funny, Ziva, Marley get over here."

Marley hopped out of Tony's reach. "No, Tonyeeeee, no Tony, no Tony, no Tony," she hopped back and forth teasing and chanting.

"You better hope your bum's numb because when I catch you, you are going to get it slapped raw. Ziva, get on the other side. We need to get her into the shower and sobered up."

Abby and Tim could hear all the yelling coming from the bedroom and entered to see Marley avoiding the exaggerated attempts of Ziva and Tony to grab her bouncing form.

"Ahhh, people come in," cried Marley.

"Marley stop jumping, you're going to be sick." said Ziva.

Abby surveyed the empty bottles on the bed and Marley's finger extensions. "Oh my god, Marley, how much of this stuff did you drink?"

"Hey Abbs, look..." Marley held up her hands and clinked her fingers together like she was playing the second triangle in a school orchestra. Like my long nails?... Hey… they're like that Barbara Streisand sketch on the Johnny Carson show … people who need people are the luckiest people in the worldddd, hic." She bounced and sang.

"Marley, come here, NOW!"

"Hey, isn't this like the biggest bed you've ever seen? It's like four yards across."

Tony tried to grab Marley, but every time he got close enough she would hop out of his reach. Then Ziva would attempt to cut in, but Marley would avoid her clutches by moving forward towards the end of the bed.

"Tony!" cried Abby, "get her. We need to get her down. She drank a lot of this stuff. With her size and weight she could end up with alcoholic poisoning. She only weighs about eighty pounds and some of this stuff is 41% proof."

Exasperated, Tony ground out, "well, I would if I could catch her. Okay, McGee, Abby, take a corner. Get ready to grab her, whatever way she jumps."

Marley giggled, making a real game of it. She started to bounce higher, staying mostly to the center of the bed. "Hey, this must have one of those extra bouncy mattress overlayey thingy's."

With Marley's light weight, every bounce had her slightly airborne. … "and the crowd stands in awe and anticipation as the youngest Olympian makes preparation for her gold winning routine, a half pike and three quarter twist and tumble." Marley somersaulted and bounced back to her feet.

"And the crowd roars… and it's a 10, a 10, a 10, and a Ohhh 9.5, BOOO to the Russian judge."

"Ahhhh!" Tony dived. Grabbing Marley he then hauled over his shoulder.

"Good catch, Di Nozz!" cheered Marley.

"I'm ringing Ducky," said Abby.

"We better get her into a shower," said Tim and headed off into the bathroom.

"Hey, McScooby?" sang Marley, "we got some work to do now." Marley started to clink those musical fingers again, this time to the beat of the Scooby Do theme song.

Tim cringed at the annoying sound and the bad memory. "So, Little Miss Not So Innocent, you were in on that too."

"Press back to apologize, re-calculating."

"I think we need to get these bottles off her fingers before we get her into the shower. They look pretty tight and she's getting dangerous with them," suggested Ziva.

"Soap and water should do the trick." said Tim. "Bring her over to the sink, Tony."

Abby came in, talking on the phone. " Okay, guys, Ducky, says try and get her into a tepid or cool shower. We also need to work out how much she's had. I've pretty much worked out how much was in each of the bottles, compare that to the volume that she will probably throw up, and we should pretty much have an indication of how much has hit her blood stream."

"Is Ducky coming?

"Yeah, he's on his way. He said we need to keep her awake also."

"Tony, do you think you better contact Gibbs and Gillian?" asked Ziva.

"You can do that, Ziva."

"Not me!"

"Jeeeze, Tony, Gibbs is going to kill you," said Abby.

Tony spun around, puling Marley with him and out of McGee's touch. "Why me? Why always me?"

"Tony, keep her still, I'm trying to get these bottles off." Tony had to lift Marley and support her while Tim covered her fingers in soap and attempted to ease the small bottles from her fingers.

"Well, Abby's the one who should be in trouble, she's the nanny." Pointing at Abby, Tony shouted. "The only child is your responsibility."

"No way, Tony. I was off duty. Besides I'm under protection, too, you know. You and Ziva were on duty, you were supposed to be watching her."

"Me?" said Ziva. "She was supposed to be asleep. Are we supposed to have eyes in our foreheads?"

"You have got eyes in your forehead, Ziva. It wouldn't have helped if you had had them in the back of your head, you needed X-ray vision to been able to see what she was up to," said Tim.

"I didn't even know there was a mini bar in the bedroom," said Ziva.

"Ooh…" crooned Marley, "you two are in trouble now. Gibbs is gonna kick your butts. He's a kick butting … he is Butt Kicking Special Agent Gibbs."

Tony smacked Marley's backside. "It's your butt you should be worried about, Marley. If Gibbs doesn't give you the hiding of your life for this, I will."

"Didn't hurt, Tony. You should try the old extra underpants over your pajama's trick, said Max to Agent 99." quipped Marley, in a pretty good Don Adams impersonation. "Hey, Tony you could be Maxwell Smart and Ziva could be Agent 99."

Tim suddenly popped one of the bottles off her finger. "Okay, there's one, five more to go." POP, POP, POP, POP, went another four. "This last one's a little tight. It's not budging," grunted Tim.

"Oww, Tim that hurts."

"Sorry, Marley, but your finger is swollen and this is not going to come off as easy as the others. Lets run it under some cold water."

"Hey, Abbs?... I feel sick, I think I'm gonna be sick," moaned Marley.

"Hold on, Marley." Abby ran back into the bedroom and grabbed the ice bucket, discarding the complimentary bottle of champagne. Thank god she didn't drink that, thought Abby. She ran back into the bathroom.

"Hurry, Abbs," barked Tony. Tony could feel Marley's stomach retch. "Oh, no you don't, Marley; you're not going to make a habit of up chucking on me."

"Chucking up, up chucking, spew, vomit, regurgitate. Regurgitate, regurgitate bring up all the food you ate V.O.M.I.T, Yaaay Vomit." Marley cheered and jumped in the air. Hitting McGee in the head with the only remaining bottle left on her finger. However, that motion was her undoing. As she jumped her complexion turned green.

"Look out she's gonna blow," yelled Ziva.

Tony grabbed Marley and flung her over his knee as he sat down on the toilet lid. Abby, like a Red Socks batter sliding into home base, positioned the bucket under Marley's expelling mouth.

Marley gagged and spluttered almost filling the bucket.

"Good girl, Marles," soothed abby

Marley burst into tears, but continued to throw up.

Tony started to rub her back, "No don't cry, Marley, it's okay, shhh, shhh, you'll be okay."

Marley slowly stopped. Tony kept her lying there for a few moments rubbing her back. "Do you think you're done, Marley?"

"Ah huh."

"Good," said Abby, "I'm going to go measure this and do my sums. You guys need to get her cleaned up and in the shower."

"Can I have a drink of water?" said Marley.

"Sure, good idea. There's a bottle behind you, Tim, on the sink."

Ziva took the bottle from Tim as Tony sat Marley back up onto his lap. Ziva knelt and offered the twelve year old the cool water.

"Thanks, Agent 99."

"Okay, Chief let's get you into the shower. You may be able to get that last bottle off while you're in there." said Tony.

"One of us is going to have to get in there with her, Tony. She can barely stand up."

Marley was starting to wither and snuggled into Tony. "No. I don't want a shower. I just want to go to sleep."

Tony gently nudged Marley off his shoulder, "No, Marley, no sleeping yet. Ziva, help me strip her down to her underwear… you too… you can go in with her."

"Okay." Ziva pulled on the legs of Marley's pajama pants, with extra underwear still attached, and dropped them on the floor. She then slipped her shoes off and dropped her cargo's on top of them. As she stepped out of them she removed her white over shirt. "McGee start the shower… Here, Tony, give her to me."

Ziva stepped into the shower spray with Marley protesting and wriggling, trying to avoid the cool water. "Tony, you're going to have to help me, she's too slippery and wriggly."

"Okay, Ziva, hold on." Tony quickly stripped down to his boxers and white T. He stepped into the double shower and took Marley from Ziva, holding her up under her arms and wrapping his arms around her chest. "Ziva, get the other shower head going."

Before they knew it all three were being pelted by the water from both ends of the cubicle. Ziva and Tony stood on either side of Marley making sure she got wet, stayed vertical and awake.

"Come on, Marley, just a little bit longer."

Ziva kept brushing the water over Marley's face, while Tony thought he would have a go with the shower gel and try to remove the small bottle that remained stuck on her forefinger.

"How's that feel, Marley, a little better? asked Ziva.

"It's cold, Ziva I wanna get out." Marley started to contort and twist her way out of their grip. As a result all three quickly ended up on the base of the slippery soapy shower.

"Marley, no, stay still."

Ziva and Tony struggled to get up. Tony reached out to grab Ziva's floundering form as she started to slip once again. Tim watched their routine with amusement. It reminded him of one of those Japanese game shows. He wished for the life of him he could dub a falsetto commentary, but he could not stop laughing at his two team mates, who were now both soaking wet, wrestling in their underwear on the floor of the shower. Marley too began to see the funny side of their predicament and as their bickering continued, started to giggle.

"Tony you're not helping. Just let me go, and let me get up it slowly," spluttered Ziva.

Tony wiped at the water pouring down his face, "Ziva, just stop trying to get up. It's too slippery; we need to do this together."

"No you are too greasy, Tony."

"God, you're stubborn."

Marley sat on the floor watching the pair on either side of her. "Hey, you two, no fighting… Max, Agent 99 … now make up. Marley outstretched each arm and cupped her hands around Ziva's and Tony's head. Then like a puppet master she pushed their faces together. "KISS."

FREEZE FRAME: CUT close up profile of Tony and Ziva. Water rains down on their faces as their lips meet in a long kiss. Convert black and white. CUT.

TBC

Chapter 5.

A Complimentary Mini Bar pt 2

A.N. Apologies for the long wait on this but I've been away. The next chapter is written, just a few decisions to make. Any advice is appreciated. I could have extended this chapter a little more, but I thought the Tony and Ziva kiss was good Freeze Frame; we've all wanted it to happen, Marley couldn't resist the opportunity. Just shut up and kiss her. I Hope the chapter reads okay, I just finished writing 200 reports and I think I'm brain dead!

P.S. Passé, as in the fencing term, when opponents cross their swords- alternating. I didn't mean, no longer fashionable.

A Big , Big thank you To Harliquinn, for the edit and advice. And For IrishDipstick, a little more fluff for Gill and Gibbs.