Hey, what do you know, two chapters tonight! Consider this a early Christmas present this Eve night. Enjoy my pretties!
Chapter Seven
Tony Wants His Baby Back
"I have a feeling…" Tony thought out loud as Abby drew the next name.
"It will be Agent Tony DiNozzo!"
"Yes!" Tony shouted as he all but ran up to the stage. "Thank you, Abby."
"You're welcome, Tony. Now pick your song."
"Let's see what we got," Tony mused as he picked his song. "All right, the King!"
Ziva shook her head in amusement as the music began.
"I don't need a lot of presents To make my Christmas bright I just need my baby's arms Wound around me tight Oh oh santa hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me
"The Christmas tree is ready The candles all aglow But with my baby far away What good is mistletoe Oh oh Santa, hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me."
Tony put the microphone on the stand for a split second. He started shaking his hips back and forth, sending the crowd into a fit of laughter. He had a huge smile on his face.
"Please make these reindeer hurry Well their time is drawing near It sure won't seem like Christmas Until my baby's here Fill my sock with candy And a bright and shiny toy You wanna make me happy and fill my heart with joy Then Santa, hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me
Tony grabbed the microphone once again and started dancing around the stage. Ziva thought he was acting like a fool, but he was enjoying himself immensely. She could see the laughter on his face as he sang.
"Please make these reindeer hurry Well their time is drawing near It sure won't seem like Christmas Until my baby's here Fill my sock with candy And a bright and shiny toy You wanna make me happy and fill my heart with joy Then Santa, hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me
"Then Santa, hear my plea Santa bring my baby back to me"
The crowd broke into applause once again with cheers and whistles. "Thank you. Thank you very much," Tony replied in his best Elvis voice.
Ziva laughed as he made his way back to her. "You cannot help yourself, can you?"
"Nope. I love a good song. Especially Elvis Presley. You gonna give me a Blue Christmas, Ziva?"
"If you don't shut up, you'll have a black and blue Christmas," Gibbs answered for her with a glare Tony's way.
"Shutting up now, Boss."
Wow! That was a fun chapter to write. Only one more person to go. Yes, Boss man sings a tune next!