Author's Note: All right, let's do this. Prom Night will split into Parts: Getting Ready, The Prom itself, Operation: Get the Bitch and the Aftermath. Each part gets a chapter. After Prom Night, it'll be Finals, Class Day, Getting Ready for Commencement, Commencement, and a Teaser for Part 2 of 3. I don't exactly when I'll get College Makes You Dumber up but I just know that it'll be during the summer.

Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"

"Tony, have you seen my black boxers?!"

"How the hell would I know where your skivvies are, McGoober?!"

"Because you were the last one that wore them, DiNutso!"

"You wear each other's undergarments?"

"It was laundry day, dude! Laundry day!"

"That doesn't make it any less nasty."

"Shut the fuck up, Jimmy!"

"I tend to agree with him."

"Then you shut the fuck up, too, Ari!"

"Would like to be castrated today?"

Gibbs chuckled to himself at the mayhem going on upstairs. Ah, Prom Night. He remembered Prom Night. He had almost choked himself with his bowtie and Shannon had ended allergic to every flower in the corsage he had brought her. After allergy medication and a crash course in Bow Ties 101, they had set off into the night. There had been a food fight, a hay ride, and a marriage proposal, all before sundown. They had woken up together in a hay loft, hungover from spiked punch and with a blanket over them…only a blanket.

It had been a hell of a night.

A thud and a loud choking noise sounded from upstairs, along with a flat "Ow."

"That's what you get for trying to tie your tie and your shoes at the same time."

"Thin ice, DiNozzo. Very thin ice…Help me up or I truly will castrate you."

"And then Ziva will end the Haswari line."

"…Help... me up… NOW!"

Gibbs was surprised at how much rage Ari could pack into a few words but it didn't really trouble him. His gut wasn't reacting with the boy so it was okay. After a few more minutes of manly whining and falling, he could hear footsteps on the stairs. The 4 Stooges came into view and Gibbs looked them over. Ties straight, suit pressed, shoes shining, and not a allergy ridden corsage to be seen. He approved.

"I want a call if it gets past Midnight and I will not be bailing anyone out of jail tonight, understand? Your asses can sit and rot until Jen comes and gets you. Got it?" he told them in his best interrogation room voice.

"Yeah, pop."

"Got it, dad."

"Yes, sir."

"O-okay."

"Good. And boys? Use a rubber."

The picture of their horrified faces was definitely going on the mantle.

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"Ladies, we are chock full of Vitamin D for Day-umnn she fine!"

Jen laughed aloud at Abby's proud declaration and made sure her camera was ready to go. Kate came downstairs first in a pale purple evening gown, looking to be resized to fit her. It must be her mother's. Her hair was wrestled up into a French twist and the silver stilettos she had on sparkled in the late afternoon sun, along with her earrings and more importantly, her smile. She was Cinderella going to the ball.

Michelle glided down in a blood red kimono like a Geisha, complete with a fan and traditional wooden sandals, revealing sparkly ruby nails to match her earrings. Her hair was secured by two chopsticks and the broadness of her smile was hidden by her fan, emphasizing her kohl lined eyes.

Abby literally jumped down the stairs in a black, Medieval like gown with a scarlet and black corset. The necklace Tim had given was the only jewelry she had on and it was apparent that she had on her combat boots, complete with silver stars. Well, at least her hair was down and she was dancing with excitement. Her grin could've lit Times Square. She was a Gothic Warrior Queen, elegant but ready to fight at the drop of a hat.

Last but certainly not least was Ziva.

Tears pricked Jen's eyes as she saw Ava. Ziva was the spitting image of her biological mom. Ava had even had a dress like that, only the sparkles were red, not purple. Her hair was loose mane of waves and she had smoky eyes. What tied it all together was the vamp red lipstick. Ziva was the Lounge Singer Seductress, ready and willing to take on the crowd.

Her girls, all of her girls, were beautiful.

"Oh, Ima…"

"Don't cry, Mommy."

Jen made sure not to mess up their dresses, even as they nearly broke her in two in a hug.

"They're happy tears, girls. Ziva...Abby…all 4 of you look so beautiful."

"Meh. We try." Kate quipped, causing laughter to fill the room.

The laughter became nervous twittering as the door was firmly knocked on and Jen rolled her eyes as she headed to the door. Just because it was Prom Night didn't mean the boys were any different. They were just in suits and not eating her out of house and home. It was okay.

Opening the door, she saw 4 handsome gentlemen on the porch and smiled wryly.

"What ever you're selling, I'm not interested."

"That's okay. Have they been paroled, Officer?" Tony teased back.

"They've been released on good behavior."

"We'll fix that real fast." he assured her as he led them in.

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She would always remember the shell shocked look on his face as he took her in.

It was intoxicating to know that she affected him so. She could strike him dumb and make his eyes wider than dinner plates. Giggling, Ziva gently lifted his jaw back in place and let him pull himself together.

"Hi. You…uh…wow…" he stuttered lamely.

"You look good as well, Neshomeleh. Now, come on. We have to leave now if we want a good…"

His kiss was deep and sultry, a promise of things to come later.

"…p-parking space." she wheezed.

Tony grinned his mega watt grin and gallantly offered her his arm.

With a curtsy, she accepted it and walked out into the beautiful May evening.

Prom Night had officially begun.