Cross Jurisdictions Chapter 11: Don't Cry, Buy a Bag and Get Over It, a NCIS + Criminal Minds Crossover fanfic

Hey everyone. Sorry about the late update but I've had studying and cleaning to do. So here's the marathon shopping adventure. Ahahaha. I went shopping with my best friend/sister and decided to channel Ziva so I could write this chapter. Let's just say that my friend no lonoger wants to take me shopping, but that won't last long. :) Hope you enjoy this. There's about 3 chapters left of this story. Please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own anythign from either NCIS or Criminal Minds and I am not making a profit from this story.

Chapter Eleven: Don't Cry, Buy a Bag and Get Over It

Emily was banging down Ziva's front door at 0730 the following the morning.

"Is there a reason that you are here?" Ziva asked tiredly when she finally answered the door.

"I saw you finish your run and I wanted to see what you were planning to wear on our gigantic shopping marathon today?" Emily replied excitedly as she pushed her way past Ziva and into her the living room of her friend's condo, "You know we should just key each other. It saves knocking and having to answer the door."

Ziva looked slightly confused by Emily's use of the word 'key' in that sentence, but then, understanding it meant swapping house keys, she chose a witty reply. "Why? If I want to get into your condo that desperately, then I will just pick the lock."

Emily conceded her point with a slight nod. "You have to show me how to do that."

"I'm going to have a shower," Ziva announced walking out of the room.

"That's fine," Emily called back, "I'll just sift through your clothes and find something nice."

Ziva's head popped out of the bathroom door, a mortified look sculpted on her face. But, instead of ranting disapprovingly, she shrugged, giving in to her friend's seemingly unnatural urges.

Ziva showered slowly, trying hard not to get her sutures wet and came out of the bathroom to see that Emily had laid out her white pants and a mottle green halter top on her bed, freshly ironed. There was a note laying beside it.

Z,
Desperately wanted nice coffee, so I went to Starbucks across the road.
I'll pick you up something.

-Emily.

Ziva smiled as she changed quickly and attempted to dry her hair, but found that her neck wound was irritating her as she tried.

Emily walked into her bedroom carrying two coffees and a paper bag.

"I'll do that," she announced, putting the coffees and bag down on Ziva's bedside table, "Actually I think straight would look great."

"Are you going to torture me because I cannot dry my own hair?" Ziva asked emphatically, "And how did you get in?"

"Took your keys," Emily answered as she ran out of the room and back to her own condo, bringing back her GHD.

She plugged it in and then grabbed the chair from Ziva's dressing table and pointed at it. "Sit."

Ziva complied, knowing she wouldn't be able to get her hair done any other way. They sipped their coffee and chatted animatedly while Emily dried and straightened Ziva's hair. It turned out that the paper bag contained bagels and jam, which they both thoroughly enjoyed.

JJ, Garcia and Abby turned up at 0915, all commenting on how nice Ziva looked. Abby knew to avoid using 'pretty' and 'Ziva' in the same sentence, but the same could not be said for the other two. She merely gave them a narrow look downwards while Emily grabbed her handbag and locked her condo. They set off down the elevator and into the undercover carpark, where the black Mercedes convertible waited for them.

"Sweet ride, Jayje," Emily told them, "Can I drive?"

"Sure," JJ replied, tossing her the car keys, "I wanted to sit in the middle back seat anyway."

JJ jumped into the car, Garcia and Abby hopping in on either side of her, which left Emily and Ziva in the front.

"Oh, this is gonna be so much fun," Abby announced as they roared out of the carpark and down the street.

oOo

"Okay," Emily announced as she ripped open the curtains, "This one."

"Definitely not," Ziva answered, clearly bored as she sat on the comfortable lounge in the fourth clothes store they had visited in an hour and a half. With no interest in trying clothes on, she was saddled with the job of holding Emily's and JJ's bags. Abby and Penelope had ditched them in the second store in search of caffeine and had not been seen since.

"Please tell me that you have no intention of wearing that," Ziva continued incredulously as the shop assistant crowed about how good Emily looked in the dress, "ANYWHERE."

"Come on, Z," Emily pleaded, "It looks nice. I've changed my mind. I am never dragging you shopping again. Can you at least be useful?"

"Okay," Ziva admitted, "Where would you wear it? On a case, yes?"

Emily threw her hands down, conceding Ziva's point. "See, this is why I bring you along." And she stalked back inside the change room. "Wait, Z, I wanna try one more thing on."

Ziva groaned as she repeatedly hit her back against the wall behind her.

"Are you having a seizure?" JJ asked, carrying half a dozen clothes on coat hangers in her arms, "Next store, Ziva, you are trying something on."

"Oh, you will have to kill me first," Ziva replied, "If I see something I like, then maybe."

"No," JJ pushed, "If I see something I like on you then you will try it on. Don't think I won't incapacitate you first."

The two agents laughed as Emily exited the change room back in her own clothes. "Yeah, you two do not wanna see what that dress looked like on."

Ziva and JJ laughed hysterically at Emily's embarrassment as she handed the many clothes she had tried on back to the shop assistant. JJ pulled out her credit card and paid for her outfits while Emily pointed out another shop across the street.

They were there for less than five minutes before Ziva wanted to leave, but JJ was convinced that this was Ziva's shop. She found herself shoved into the change room by a very pushy assistant as masses of clothes were slipped through the curtain's opening on to a hook in the small space.

Ziva knew that she was not going to leave without buying something, so she settled with trying these forsaken clothes on and buying whatever JJ and Emily liked the most. She shuddered as she looked at the first skirt and blouse put into the room. 'Who picked this?' her inner voice screamed. She skipped over it and went to the second outfit. A beautiful green dress, not unlike the one she had worn when she was undercover the first time with Tony.

JJ shrieked as Ziva, who was left wondering how her two FBI friends could be so girly, exited the room in the dress.

"That looks fabulous," the boisterous and pushy shop assistant said as she walked over to the group, fixing up the fabric on Ziva's dress. Ziva found herself in a slightly awkward position as the assistant's wondering hands rotated the tight material around Ziva's body.

"Oh, you look so gorgeous," the woman continued, "If every man in the room doesn't fall down when they see you, they must be either gay or blind."

Ziva, who was not used to this idea of shopping, gave Emily a pleading look.

"Yeah, I would stop doing that," Emily joked to the assistant, "She will kill you." JJ laughed loudly and the assistant, who took it quite literally, stalked off to help another customer.

"What happened to the skirt and blouse?" JJ whined, "I liked that."

"I would not be caught alive in that," Ziva answered in a low voice.

"Dead, Z," Emily added, "You would not be caught dead in that."

Ziva shrugged. "That too."

Ziva settled on buying the dress, even though she did not know when she would wear it again, just to keep JJ and Emily happy. She also bought some other outfits that made her figure stand out but were still kick-arse enough for work.

"Okay, I am hungry," Ziva announced as they left the store.

"Me too," JJ complained.

"Fine." Emily gave in. She wanted to shop some more, but clearly her friends would not let her. After all, it was 1400. "I'll ring Pen and get her and Abby to meet us at that nice cafe we saw when we parked."

They walked back towards the cafe, meeting Garcia and Abby outside, and grabbed a table for five.

"So, you guys look like you shopped well," Abby stated as they took their seats, JJ, Emily and Ziva throwing their shopping bags next to the table.

"Some of us did," JJ answered, giving Ziva a meaningful stare.

"What?" Ziva questioned indignantly, "I bought things, too."

Emily laughed, vividly remembering what it took them to make her buy something. She took great pleasure in giving Abby and Garcia a blow-by-blow account of their morning until the waitress interrupted her.

"What can I get you lovely ladies today?" the young blonde asked brightly.

They went ordered in a circle with Emily piping up her order first, the Balsamic Chicken and White Bean Salad. Garcia ordered a plate of Fettuccini Carbonara and Abby selected the Pumpkin and Pancetta Risotto. That left JJ and Ziva still to decide on what they wanted for lunch.

"Um, well there's so much to choose from," JJ said, scrolling her eyes up and down the menu, "You know what, I think I'll have the Grilled Flathead with Lemon and Herb Marinade."

"And you, miss?" the young waitress asked Ziva politely.

"Caeser Salad, please," Ziva answered, "Without the bacon."

They ordered something to drink as well and the waitress left. Ziva winced as she flicked her straight hair back.

"Is it really painful?" Emily asked, noticing her friend's anguish.

"Not so much," Ziva answered, "When I leave it alone."

The other women gave her a sympathetic look as Abby took her chance to bring up the case that they had just worked on.

"So what happened the other night?" Abby asked Ziva with a wide smile.

"What do you mean?" she replied a little too quickly.

"With Tony," Garcia announced, "Ah, when McGee accidentally flipped our main screen on to view the bedroom."

JJ, Garcia and Abby burst out laughing, leaving Ziva glancing around at them evilly.

"I thought the purpose of this shopping marathon was to forget about the case?" Ziva brought up in an obvious attempt at changing the subject.

"Actually, the purpose was to drag you out and get you to talk about your feelings," JJ answered knowingly.

"There is nothing to talk about," Ziva pressed, "We were undercover. None of it was real." Ziva found that her face fell when she said the last sentence. She quickly recuperated and continued. "There is nothing going on between Tony and I."

Whilst the other women did not pick up on her reaction, Emily, being the word-class profiler that she was, immediately saw the change in Ziva's external emotions, but chose not to bring it up in front of the others.

"So," JJ said after a few moments of silence, "Just how hot was the fake sex?"

Ziva smiled as the other girls giggled loudly. The waitress brought their drinks, followed by their food.

"Was Gibbs watching it?" Ziva asked as they started to eat.

"Not really," JJ answered, "Him, Dave and Hotch spent most of the time either in MTAC with your director or in the bullpen."

"Don't worry, Ziva," Abby piped up, "I'm sure he knew what was going on anyway. The man is like magic. He knows things." She emphasised the last sentence with freaky, wide eyes.

They spent the next hour discussing the men of their teams while they ate. Emily had been surprised all week about how well their teams had gotten along. Normally, other federal agencies did not voluntarily choose to work with the FBI, let alone go shopping and have lunch with them. The NCIS team and the BAU team had clicked. She knew that the friendships they had formed would last.

"I'm going to throw a party next weekend," Emily announced, "For our two teams. We never get to have a life, so we might as well take it when we can get it."

"And if we have a case?" Ziva asked.

"We'll raincheck," Emily answered forcefully with a narrow look, "Seriously, we don't have any other friends. My condo is big enough. It'll be great."

"We are absolutely in, Em," Garcia added, the other women agreeing with her.

"Yay, Abby will you make sure your team knows the details when I let you know," Emily said happily. She had been thinking about throwing a group get-together for her team for a while, but now, she could not think about having one without the NCIS crew.

"Sure," Abby replied with a smile.

They went through the details of this gathering, deciding to have it the following Saturday night. Both teams had the Saturday off, so, barring the arising of a new case for either of them, it would work out great.

After a further fifteen minutes, they picked up the check, paid and walked back to their car with their heavy shopping bags.

They hopped into the convertible, with Emily driving again, and took off out of the shopping district in central DC.

"Well, today was certainly fun," Emily piped up as she turned up the radio, which was connected to JJ's iPod. JJ scrolled through her songs, deciding on a very appropriate one to add on as they cruised through the capital.

Lucy Liu... with my girl, Drew... Cameron D. and Destiny
Charlie's Angels, Come on
Uh uh uh

The girls cheered, joining in with the music.

Question: Tell me what you think about me
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
Only ring your cell-y when I'm feelin lonely
When it's all over please get up and leave
Question: Tell me how you feel about this
Try to control me boy you get dismissed
Pay my own fun, oh and I pay my own bills
Always 50/50 in relationships

The shoes on my feet
I've bought it
The clothes I'm wearing
I've bought it
The rock I'm rockin'
'Cause I depend on me
If I wanted the watch you're wearin'
I'll buy it
The house I live in
I've bought it
The car I'm driving
I've bought it
I depend on me
(I depend on me)

They pulled up at a set of lights next to red Mustang carrying two men, who hooted and jeered out their side window at the agents. The girls merely stared back at them and continued to jive to the music.Depend on noone else to give you what you want

All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollars
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me
Throw your hands up at me

Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that

Tell me how you feel about this
Who would I want if I would wanna live
I worked hard and sacrificed to get what I get
Ladies, it ain't easy bein' independent
Question: How'd you like this knowledge that I brought
Braggin' on that cash that he gave you is to front
If you're gonna brag make sure it's your money you flaunt

Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that
Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that

Destiny's Child
Wassup?
You in the house?
Sure 'nuff
We'll break these people off Angel style

Child of Destiny
Independent beauty
Noone else can scare me
Charlie's Angels

Woah
All the women who are independent
Throw your hands up at me
All the honeys who makin' money
Throw your hands up at me
All the mommas who profit dollars
Throw your hands up at me
All the ladies who truly feel me

Throw your hands up at me

Girl I didn't know you could get down like that
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that

The five female federal agents threw their hands up and cheered as Emily sped down the highway back to Maryland to drop Abby home first. They bud her goodbye and then drove to Garcia's apartment block, bidding her a quick goodbye, too.

They rolled back to Emily and Ziva's apartment complex at 1630. They hopped out of the car, taking their own shopping bags with them and yelling goodbye back to JJ as they walked into building, bidding the doorman good afternoon on the way in.

"Ah, long day," Emily said as they reached their floor, "Got plans for tonight?"

"None whatsoever," Ziva answered, "What about you?"

"Babysitting Jack," Emily replied as she unlocked her door, "Aaron is going to his brother's buck's night and his ex-wife is away on a work conference. So Jacks' staying here tonight. Wanna join? We're watching Disney movies."

"Sounds great," Ziva answered as she, too, unlocked her door, "I will come over later."

And they walked into their respective condos, closing their doors behind them.

A/N: The song is Independent Women Pt 1 by Destiny's Child (but I'm sure most of you knew that). Hope you all liked it. Please review.