"Here."

Abby shoved a bundle into her hands just before she left the lab. Ziva looked at it confusion and raised an eyebrow. What was Abby up to now and did she want to be implicated in it? Though, technically it was too late for that because her fingerprints were now all over whatever this was.

"What is it?" Ziva asked hesitantly, holding it between thumb and finger when no explanation was forthcoming.

"Pyjamas," Abby said brightly.

"Pyjamas?" Ziva repeated, still very confused.

Just why was Abby giving her pyjamas. Two pairs, by the looks of it. Male and female? Was she reading the tags correctly?

"Hallowe'en ones."

"Hallowe'en?"

She was starting to sound like an echo but she couldn't help it. Abby wasn't being very helpful at all.

"For you and Tony."

"You got Tony and I pyjamas?"

"Hallowe'en pyjamas."

"Why?"

"Because you need them tonight."

"Abby, you are going to have to explain better," Ziva said tiredly.

It had been a long day and she was really not up to translating Abby-speak right now. Especially when she was being more vague than usual.

"You have a movie night with Tony tonight, don't you?" She asked in a way that implied she already knew the answer.

"Yes..." Ziva said carefully, suspecting that Abby was up to something.

And if it involved these pyjamas then it wouldn't be anything good. Especially since Abby was now beaming at her.

"Then you and Tony can wear them tonight."

She shook her head and held out the pyjamas for Abby to take back. Which, of course, she did not.

"Abby, we do not watch movies in our pyjamas," Ziva tried to explain.

And technically Tony was meant to go home at the end but more often than not they both ended up sleeping on her sofa. Which was not their fault. Sort of. It was not their fault that they got tired near the end of the second movie. And of course Tony could not drive home if he was tired. But even then they did not get into pyjamas. Well, she might if she actually managed to crawl into bed but more often than not the sofa situation happened. Which meant sleeping in uncomfortable positions and no pyjamas.

Abby's eyebrows shot up at that statement making Ziva realise just how that sounded. She promptly tried to back pedal.

"We wear clothes," she said quickly.

"Of course you do," Abby said placatingly.

"We do! We just do not wear pyjamas."

Not that that was going to deter Abby. Of course it was not. Though, she still didn't look like she completely believe her. Ziva would have to try and persuade her another time because there were more important things to persuade Abby not to do.

"Well, now you can."

"Abby..."

But Abby was not listening to her. Or more like refusing to listen to her.

"It will be fun, you'll see."

"Pyjamas are not fun," Ziva told her.

"These ones are," Abby said reassuringly. "Themed pyjamas are always fun."

"I do not need fun pyjamas. And neither does Tony."

She may as well try and protect Tony from these as well.

"Everyone needs fun pyjamas."

Ziva just shook her head and decided now was a good time to return to work. Maybe that woukd distract Abby.

"We can talk more about what you do or do not wear at your movie nights later!" Abby called after her.

Ziva decided to not even deign that with a response.


They both looked at the packets that Ziva had thrown onto her sofa.

"Abby's going to know of we don't wear them," Tony said woth a sigh.

"How?" Ziva asked sceptically. "She did not ask for a photo or anything."

"I'm surprised she didn't and trust me, she'll just know."

Ziva still didn't look too sure about that but picked up her packet when Tony did his.

"Let's get this over with."


'Beep' 'Beep'

That was both of their phones notifying them that there was a text message. They both groaned. Nothing ever good came of a text message late in the evening.

"We better not be getting called in," Ziva said darkly, she had just gotten comfy.

"Nah," Tony dismissed, reaching over for his phone. "Pretty sure Gibbs doesn't know how to text."

That was true. Not that any of them would ever say that anywhere Gibbs could be.

Tony looked at the message and groaned even louder than before.

"What is it?"

"It's Abby."

She raised an eyebrow. How was that a bad thing?

"She wants proof," he said, gesturing between the two of them.

"No." Ziva said instantly.

Because proof meant photos and there was no way that she wanted photos of her dressed lile this being anywhere, never mind in Abby's possession. Because who knew what she was going to do with them? At the very least they were going to end up in her lab and that was the last thing either of them wanted.

"Do you really think she's going to take no for an answer?"

"We could always just not reply?" She said hopefully but Tony shot that down pretty quick.

"That's not going to work. She'll just end up at the front door."

They both glanced over to her door, half-expecting to hear a knock. Which, of course, didn't come. They both sighed heavily.

"You're going to have to put the pants back on," she told him.

He was wearing his boxers with his pyjama top. He never did like wearing anything on his legs when going to sleep unless he absolutely had to. Not that they had been planning on sleeping (they never did) but when he took the pyjama pants off he hadn't wanted to put his work ones back on.

"Fine," he grumbled.

Once they were both situated and a brief squabble about how they were going to take the photos ("I am not doing a selfie, Tony") they finally took a picture of each other on Tony's phone which were then sent to Abby with dire warnings thay would probably be ignored.

They got a one word reply from her.

"Cute" followed by a grinning face.