A.N. Yay for my quick uploading skills! Well for me anyway. I hope you enjoy this chapter, it was going to be longer but it seemed to end well there and I promise next chapter will have Tony coming in and seeing the new Ziva ;) Please review it really does make me update faster, Jules.
Disclaimer- I don't own anyone....not even Harry Potter.
She was nearly shaking as the first years started combing her hair, teasing it so it was even crazier than usual. Slowly she could start to piece what they were making her look like. Her hair was put it wonky pigtails, small plaits everywhere and dirt all over her face.
She didn't know what was coming over her but with all the girls screaming and dancing around her, the loud music pulsing through her body and the camera flashing in her face something in her head snapped and she was suddenly letting everything go. She made faces at the camera with the twins, going crazier than she had in years and for a second she was sad that she had never got to experience this type of thing when she was at school but that was blown away in the mood of the room.
Next the geeks took hold of her and Ziva found herself with glasses that rivalled Harry Potter's and her hair done in a way she never wanted to repeat. She went with it though, her new carefree mood making it hard to pose because she kept on laughing with all the other girls.
She was still giggling when The Posh Totties dragged her over to their corner but they stopped quickly when she remembered exactly what these girls wore- or more correctly what they didn't wear.
"What exactly are you planning on doing?" Ziva said, trying to keep the fear out of her voice as they wheeled her in closer to them on a rather hard and uncomfortable wheelie chair.
"Oh don't worry Michel, this won't hurt a bit," murmured the tall blonde one as she threateningly raised a comb. If she was scared before she was terrified now.
Ziva sat in the chair trying to block out what was going on, instead thinking up of ways she would make Gibbs pay for this. She was thinking along the lines of superglue all over his desk until chunks of her hair started falling beside her and suddenly every single girl was helping The Posh Totties and then the payback consisted of sharper objects than just superglue.
She couldn't remember if she screamed or not when they clamped some sort of silver contraption on her eyelashes but she definitely did when without warning they started pulling her clothes off.
"What's the matter Ziva?" Kelly said from her spot overseeing the whole thing. "You didn't actually think you could wear the uniform like that did you?"
Her uniform was passed around by all the girls and as sewing machines were pulled out Ziva vaguely wondered if there would be enough uniform left once they were finished. Looking around at what all the girls were wearing she doubted it.
She sat there thinking of anything else but what was happening to her now; what she was going to say to Tony when he arrived tomorrow morning, Tony's reaction to her 'new look', the new plan because there was no way that any of the girls were going to believe the original idea of Tony tutoring Ziva. They would just suspect they were sleeping together....actually, that might work she thought with a smile and Kelly's voice broke through her pondering.
"That's right, it looks much better when you smile like that Michel."
Ziva realised with a start that they had all stepped away from her and were now watching with satisfied smiles. She slowly stood up, her heart pounding somewhere around her ears. What would greet her at the mirror?
Her eyes widened with what she saw and she emitted a gasp which seemed to be the cue for all the St. Trinian's as they started jumping around and dancing.
Her hair was still long though shapelier than it used to be and it fell around her face in perfect curls not the wild ones she usually sported.
Her make-up was light, it seemed the girls agreed with Kelly about the stuff on her and she was glad. She hated make-up but she couldn't say that the eyeliner, mascara and whatever else they had put on her eyes looked bad. It brought out her eyes so much more and they seemed to possess an extra twinkle.
Her lips were covered in a colourless gloss but she didn't even notice that as she was too busy staring at what was left of her uniform.
Black Stilettos! When did they put those on? She briefly wondered but she kept on moving. Long blue socks with a thin white stripe on top that went to just below her knees; then a lot of bare leg before a pair of small shorts. Really small shorts in the same deep blue as the socks and she was a little bit grateful that it wasn't a skirt. At least this way she wouldn't flash as much underwear.
Apparently they hadn't thought Ziva shirt was tight enough because now it pulled in strange places and she hoped those who had sewed it knew what they had been doing.
The vest apparently had been okay because that was unchanged except for a small badge on the left hand side.
St. Trinian and proud, it read and even though Ziva had only been here two days and it was an undercover mission she felt a sense of happiness at being accepted so quickly into these girls' school.
The last thing to be added to her uniform was her original tie but on it was a range of badges added, from the looks of it, right off of Andrea's skirt.
"I feel like a-" Ziva started, thinking of ending the sentence with one word. Slut. But Kelly finished it for her in a much better way.
"St. Trinian."
