"Crap," Tim wailed as she hooked her foot around the leg of a stool to move it away from the bar and took a seat.

"What?" Langer asked in obvious confusion, "We got through didn't we,"

"Yeah but we weren't supposed to," she groaned, "I'm sorry Langer,"

"Why?" Langer took a seat next to her and leaned in close, trying to get a look at her face.

"I didn't mean to throw you in at the deep end like this. We have never got through to the second round,"

"Why not. You were all really good,"

Tim shrugged.

"Every year so far the CIA has won, they're very competitive. And the FBI or the police department have taken it in turns to go against them,"

"So what? Now it's your turn," he reasoned.

Tim slumped forward her forehead thumping against the bar loudly.

"This isn't my thing?" she finally moaned into the wood.

"What do you mean? What do you usually do?" he was very confused now.

"I usually do the technical side of things. The music and lighting programming, that stuff,"

"Well," Langer hit the bar, "This year you are on that stage and we are going to win," he waved to the barman.

"What can I get you?"

"Some courage for the lady,"

"I don't think she needs it," he winked at Tim and she blushed a deep pink beneath her makeup, "But you got it,"

"I need to be able to walk," Tim spoke dejectedly into the bar, hiding her red face. Not that it made much difference, the blush had reached the tips of her ears.

"So," Langer began while the courage was being poured, "What is act two?"

Tim slowly turned her head until her cheek was pressed against the bar and studied the man beside her.

"I serenade you. How are you at improvised dance moves?"

Langer knocked on the bar and the barman turned to him.

"Pour me some of that too will you,"

Ziva could not wait for McGee to get back on the stage and she was thoroughly enjoying the way that Gibbs and Tony had gone very quiet.

"Tim was…" she tried to think of the word, ah, yes, "Hot, was she not?"

Both men cleared their throats and she smiled wickedly out of the corner of her lips.

With the bustling crowd once the covers had come off none of them had been able to see Tim through the sea of elves, fairies and to Ziva's surprise Vikings.

So it had come as an eye-opening surprise when their teammate had joined the rest of the NCIS team on the stage as what was announced as the first act of the evening began.

Ziva wasn't ashamed to say her jaw had unhinged along with Gibbs' and Tony's at the sight of Timothy McGee.

Knee high leather boots with a heel like nothing Ziva had seen the other woman wear. Skin tight grey leggings highlighting just how much weight the other woman had lost over the past year or so. A lace shirt with the long sleeves puffing out about her arms. And over the shirt a black corset that hugged her waist and pushed out her bust to show a pendant sitting against her pale skin. Ziva was sure the corset had been a present from Abby at some point in time.

Whistles and catcalls had come from the audience and Tim had looked adorably surprised by the reaction.

The other members of the team had got into position after each gave a twirl and a bow to the appreciative audience to display their costumes.

Ziva had been confused as to just what was going on.

The one with the tall ears appeared to be a fox but then she was also dressed in a costume that made her look like a beefeater from the tower of London.

Another looked like a dog of some kind wearing fluffy boots and a furry costume.

And then there was the one with the blue eyebrows ad face paint. There was a red scarf about their neck but that was the only break from the various shades of blue they were wearing.

The lights had dimmed once everyone was in place and then music started and the lights came up to highlight the individuals on the stage.

"You remind me of the babe," crooned McGee and Ziva realised that she had never before heard her teammate sing.

She was good.

Tim looked truly terrified for a few seconds while her mouth sang the words until she began to focus on the music. Ziva had watched as McGee had begun to tap out the beat with her foot and then bit by bit her whole body came into action.

With the other members of the 'cast' whispering in backing lines Tim carried the song, even managing to pull off a decent cha-cha, turning from one costumed person to the next.

Ziva hardly even noticed when Langer appeared on the stage dressed in nothing more fantastic that a pair of jeans and a white shirt covered in a waistcoat. He ran onto the stage long enough for Tim to say some lines into his ears and then leave again.

The room erupted when the lights dimmed with the final note of music and the NCIS contingent looked astonished at the cheering crowd and couldn't get off the stage fast enough while the announcer came over the speakers to say it would be a hard act to match.

And it had been.

She had watched as elves, Vikings and skeletons performed their acts and although she could be accused of being biased, none of them matched the NCIS performance.

"What the hell in Langer doing here," Tony whined from the other side of Gibbs, "If that is all he is going to do?"

Gibbs remained silent and Ziva shrugged.

"Perhaps he will be more involved in the next act?"

Ziva followed Tony's eyes along the bar to where Langer appeared to be coaxing Tim into having a drink. She heard the word 'courage' over the now noisier room. The FBI agent was standing next to a sitting Tim who looked like she had just lost instead of it being announced that it was Goblins vs Vikings (whatever the goblin comment meant) to decide on the winner.

"I don't want Langer involved with anything to do with Tim," Tony snapped.

She rolled her eyes but rubbed her hands gleefully against her legs. She couldn't wait to see what Tim had in store for them next.

Hi guys.

Remember now, this is pure silliness and was written with no intention of being serious or as a situation that could actually happen. :)

Tomorrow will be the last part of this little group. :)

Please let me know what you think. Enjoy your Friday night everyone.

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