The next day, Gibbs led the girls down to an extra room, just off the evidence garage. The boys trialed behind carrying the portable poles Abby found online. After struggling to set them up and actually stabilize them, the boss allowed Tori to take charge, placing an NCIS ball cap on her head. Ellie looked wide eyed like a baby deer, while Ziva seemed unsure, and a bit irritated. Tori sighed, hoping this would go better than she hoped. The little DiNozzo stripped herself of her jacket and sweat pants, leaving her only in a sports bra and tight fitted shorts.
"Alright ladies, let's get started!" she flipped the ball cap around, tossing them similar articles of clothing, "Put these on."
"What are these?!" Bishop asked, almost shocked.
"A rough example of what we'll be wearing under cover," Tori began to stretch.
"What will we be wearing?" Ziva arched her brow.
"Not sure yet," the little ballerina fell gracefully into the splits, "I told Abby where to shop, and told her that she was allowed to pick them out, since she can't go with us!"
"Abby," the dark hair beauty laughed, "My God, we'll all be in leather."
"Leather…" the little blonde looked to the other women in the room.
"Don't worry Ellie," Tori giggled, "You trust Abby, and she'd never let us dress badly! So any dance experience?"
"Ballet," Ziva sighed, "But it has been a while"
"I can two step!" Bishop interjected.
"Alright," the brunette nodded, "Show me what you've got!"
"Why don't you show us first…" Ellie gave her friend a worried glance.
"Altogether?" Ziva turned to Tori.
"Altogether!" she smiled.
Throughout the week the women of NCIS would arrive to work and head downstairs to work on perfecting their personas. The boys stayed upstairs working on ways to provide protection for their female counterparts without actually being present, much to Ton and Tim's demise.
Halfway through the week the boss wanted an update on the dance progress, and begrudgingly allowed DiNozzo and McGee to interrupt the practice. By the time the two agents reached the room, three coworkers stood outside the door, peering through the tiny one way glass window.
'Who knew Bishop looked so good under those sweaters," one sighed.
"Please, I'm just glad Agent David is back," another grinned, "Talk about office eye candy. Is she still staying with Agent DiNozzo?"
"Don't know," the first responded, "Does it matter, and I heard she turned him down."
"Speaking of Agent DiNozzo," a third smirked, "That's his sister."
"Hot damn, that girl knows what she's doing!" the second agent's eyes went wide, "I would take wherever she wants to go, then I'd take her back to my place!"
"Too bad you can't," the first chuckled as Tony and McGee stood quietly behind them.
"Oh ya," the third agent recalled, "She's got a thing with Agent McGee."
"Well, them" the original man began," Tim McGee is one Lucky bastard, you can tell that she knows how to please a man."
"I wonder if she puts on little shows for him?" another laughed.
"You could ask him," Tony whispered quietly.
The three peeping agents slowly turned around, knowing they had been caught. The two Major Case Response Team Agents now glared daggers into them. Before the men even had a chance to apologize, Tony pointed toward the elevator as the three scared boys ran off.
"Can you believe that," Tony began, "Bishop is a married woman!
"And Tori is your sister," Tim nodded, "Do none of them have sisters?! At least sisters they respect?"
"Ziva is a coworker and friend to them! Hell, if she had heard, they might all be dead," DiNozzo led the pair forward as they began to peer through the window.
"They aren't pieces of meat!" McGee fixated on the action happening in the room, "They're women…doing…work."
The senior field agent watched Ziva's every move, "Ya really, really…good work."
Suddenly their bliss was brought to an end by a sharp whack to the back of the head, bringing them back to reality.
"I'm not paying you to gawk, do that on your own time," Gibbs sighed pointing at the elevator just as tony had done moments earlier.
The day of the mission had arrived, and the other half of the team was more than excited to meet the girls down in the evidence garage for their rendezvous. Abby and Tori had spent the entire day putting on the finishing touches with the disguises. The moment the elevator doors opened, Abby proudly pulled the men aside.
"I'd like to introduce you to the group I like to call Gibbs' Angels," the Goth grinned.
Ziva, Ellie, and Tori all stepped out from behind the curtain, clad in leather and frills. Each woman was equipped with the proper stripper attire, incredibly high heels, bustier, and garter belts. Glitter adorned their bodies as well as their different colored red wigs. Tim and Tony's mouths hung open, as Gibbs rolled his eyes, smiling at Abby.
"Let's go!" the boss finally clapped his hands.
"We have a slight problem," Bishop spoke quietly.
"And that is?" the gray haired man raised his brow.
"We need an escort," the little DiNozzo sighed.
"A what?" Gibbs yelled.
"An Escort," Tori repeated, "We can't just show up alone. That's too suspicious trust me. It's nothing big, just someone to drop us off."
"I'll do it!" both McGee and DiNozzo jumped, almost too eagerly.
"No," Ziva sighed, "there is a reason you two weren't on this undercover operation in the first place. We need someone who won't attract any attention."
Just then the little intern ran out from the elevator, his brand new NCIS backpack tightly secured and a carrier of coffee in his hands, ready for his first mission. He quickly took his place next to Gibbs, placing the paper cup directly in his grasp. The boss and Tori looked the same direction, as he pointed at Liam.
"That'll work!" the brunette shrugged.
Liam Woulfe swallowed hard as he rode alongside the half-naked females agents of NCIS. His job was simply to drop them off with the bouncer at the back, and immediately take the car back to the van, which was parked three blocks away. The intern knew his persona well, but nervousness still formed a pit in his stomach.
"Oh my God, I'm going to throw up!" he said into his communication device, as Ellie rubbed his back.
"You're not going to throw up, I promise it's not that scary," McGee tried to sooth him, through his ear piece, "You can get through this."
"What if I get shot?!" Liam's panicked voice came into all their ears.
"That's why we gave you the vest. You are safe," Tony sighed.
"What if I get shot in the face?" he almost screeched.
Before either agent could think of a response, Gibbs' flat tone answered, "Don't get shot in the face."
Tony and McGee turned to look at him in almost utter shock, as the boss shrugged.
Moment later, the other half of the team reached the club. A tall bald man stood in the back entrance to the building. The gangly teenage boy slowly approached him, with all of the confidence he could muster, while the girls waited patiently in the car.
"I'm here to drop off some girls," Liam stated with a slight stutter.
"You're bringing me girls?" the bouncer laughed
"Well…ya," he sighed.
"Go Home little guy," he pointed back to the car.
"DiNozzo, go," the Boss commanded through her ear piece.
"And make sure your camera is on, as well," McGee reminded.
"You've got it," Tori clicked the button on the back of the broach, before sticking herself out of the sunroof, "Hey, what's the hold up?"
Liam jumped. "Uhh, he said you can't come in."
"Oh really?" the other girls rolled down their windows.
"These are your girls?" the bald headed man replied in shock.
"My father's," Woulfe shrugged, "He wanted me to drop them off before I went to stay at my friend's house tonight!"
"So can we do our job or not," Ellie shouted as Ziva exited the vehicle.
"Of course ladies," he stammered and he let them through the silk rope.
"See you later, junior," Tori winked, as she watch Liam get into the car.
Once backstage she immediately removed her coat, as Ziva and Ellie followed her lead. It was only a brief moment before they were ushered out onto the stage, camera and ear pieces ready.
"There," Gibbs pointed to the screen in the van, "That's the man we've been looking for all week. Whose camera is that?!"
"Tori, to your right, at the far back table, McGee spoke clearly, "Do you have a visual?"
"Oh, you bet baby!" she kept in character.
"Umm…" Tim shook his head, "Bishop? Ziva? Do you both have a visual as well?"
"Yes sir!" Ellie cooed.
"Always," Ziva smoldered seductively.
"Is this weird for you? The junior agent turned to his senior.
"Completely," Tony grimaced.
"He's moving, DiNozzo, do not lose your visual," The boss commanded
"On it," Tori walked swiftly.
"We've got contact!" Tony smiled.
"Why is everything upside down?" Gibbs yelled.
"Uhh, boss, Tori is upside down. By on it, I think she meant the pole…" McGee blushed.
The doors of the van were opened as Liam bounced into the already cramped space. Gibbs patted him on the back then directed the young intern's attention to the different screens.
"Hey that guy is pulling something out of his jacket," Woulfe shouted.
"No way, our guy on Tori's cam, isn't wearing a jacket," Tony squinted, "Is it the guy next to him, I can't see it!"
"No, on Ziva's" the intern pointed.
"Zoom McGee!" Gibbs shouted, just in time for them to see the handle of the gun.