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I hope you get a sense of what I was trying to write. I hope it doesn't sound too condescending.

Delilah rolled her chair over to the bed, clothes on her lap, music wafting in the background. She placed them on the bed, next to Ziva. When Delilah had taken the job in Dubai, Ziva offered to help her get ready for life in the middle east. Whilst the UAE had become more relaxed when it came to westerners, it was still a very conservative country.

'Thanks for helping Ziva' said Delilah.

'That's alright. It was nice to get out of the apartment. Tony was starting to get frustrated with the instructions.'

'Assembling furniture?' Ziva nodded and Delilah laughed.

In the four months since New Year, both women had big changes in their lives. They also had to update their wardrobe. Ziva eventually gave in and bought some maternity clothes after an emotional outburst when she couldn't find anything to wear for a date with Tony. After the bombing, Delilah had to add clothes with less fabric, to avoid it getting caught in the wheels of her chair. She found it easier to wear two pieces, rather than one. Also, not all her clothes were going to be appropriate for Dubai. Short skirts and winter jackets were going to be obsolete.

Bean started moving and Ziva stroked her bump, shushing it quietly.

'Is the baby moving?' asked Delilah, curious. Ziva nodded. 'Can I feel?' she asked tentatively. Ziva nodded again, and reached out for Delilah's hand, placing it where there was the most movement. Delilah smiled.

'That's incredible' she said quietly.

'For you maybe.'

'Is it uncomfortable?'

'You have no idea' said a tired Ziva. 'It has started moving more in the last few days. Especially when I'm trying to sleep.'

'It's not long to go is it?'

'Eleven weeks.' Ziva noticed the pensive look on Delilah's face. 'You and Tim thinking of children?'

'Not right now.' For another member of team Gibbs, life had taken a drastic change of direction. Before the bombing of the Conrad Gala, Delilah and Tim had started to imagine a certain future. They had been together almost a year when the bombing happened and they both felt that this relationship could be the one.

And whilst they still felt and believed that, their relationship had changed. Without a doubt. Before the bombing, weddings and babies were being imagined within the next couple of years. Now, Delilah was unsure if she would be able to have children, unsure what the future held for her and Tim. Especially with her moving 7000 miles away.

A knock at the door and Abby and Ellie walked. Ellie was carrying a tray of coffee cups and a bag of pastries and the four women hungrily tucked into them. Ziva and Ellie had gotten to know each other better of the past few weeks due to Abby getting the four of them (herself, Delilah, Ellie and Ziva) together for a girls' night at her place. Ellie and Delilah enjoyed hearing stories from Ziva and Abby about team Gibbs before they knew the team. Ellie, in turn, surprised Ziva with stories of when was a deployed analyst in Pakistan and Afghanistan. Ellie's girl next door/ perfectionist image did not match the image Ziva once had of middle east analysts. At least not the ones she had met.

Delilah had called her friends to help with the packing for her move. She had never been to the middle east and was trying to soak up every little bit of information about living there. Abby had also not been to the middle east, and was enjoying learning about it. There was a lot of brain power between those four women.

Ellie was standing by the wardrobe, pulling out things for Delilah to make a decision on. Ziva was sitting on the bed, eating pastries. Abby and Delilah were busy sorting out the keep and discard piles.

'Um Delilah?' asked Ellie

'Yeah?'

'What's this?' Ellie pulled out a handful of crushed velvet material. It was covered in silver sequins.

'I can't believe I still have that.'

'Prom dress?' asked Abby. Delilah nodded.

'Yeah, it was a 'starry night' theme.'

'Hence the navy blue?' asked Ellie. Delilah nodded again.

'I've still got mine too. Masquerade theme.' Abby looked off into the distance, remembering Prom of Summer '89.

'I think mine's somewhere in my mom's attic.'

'I never went to prom' piped up Ziva. The other women turned to look at her. 'We do not have prom in Israel. At least not when I was in high school.' She paused, also in thought. It was strange how one item of clothing could send four women back in time.

Delilah pulled down her prom dress to have a better look.

'I wonder if it still fits?' she pondered.

'Try it on' suggested Abby. Delilah grinned and wheeled into the bathroom. 'Well?' asked Abby after a few minutes. The door opened and Delilah came out in her prom dress.

'It's a bit tight, but still fits!' she said, amazed. She spun around, showing if off. Ellie was still looking through the wardrobe.

'What's this?' she asked. Ellie had a hand full of multicoloured feathers.

'Oh my God. I remember that. It was a Halloween costume from college.' Abby ran over and pulled it out.

'I have to try this on!' she cried, running into the bathroom.

'Why?' asked Ziva. Halloween was not as big in Israel and it was in the US. After a decade, Ziva still struggled to understand the obsession of the holiday.

'It's Abby. She loves anything with Halloween' said Ellie. Moments later, Abby came out of the bathroom wearing a strapless, multicoloured feather dress.

'Were you a parrot by any chance?' asked Ellie. Delilah nodded.

'It's a bit tight, but it fits.' Abby wriggled in the dress

'Never took you for a neon kind of girl Dee' said Ziva, joining Ellie by the wardrobe. She had pulled out an assortment of neon coloured items; a neon orange net skirt, a pink sequin top and neon blue leg warmers. Delilah laugher.

'Friends bachelorette party couple of years ago. I'd forgotten about those things. Don't think I'll need them in Dubai.' The women laughed. Abby took the clothes from Ziva and handed them to Ellie.

'Your turn'

'Abby, no, I'm fine. Ziva can wear them.'

'They will not fit me Ellie. Not with Bean here.' Ziva stroke her bump. Abby and Delilah looked at Ellie as if to say 'we did it, so can you.' Ellie sighed, took the clothes from Abby and changed into the skirt, top and leg warmers.

'Hang on. I brought my camera with me.' Ziva took the camera out of her bag. Looking through the viewfinder, she grinned at the sight of her three friends, looking a little ridiculous in the outfits they were wearing. Well, Ellie and Abby looked silly. Delilah looked rather classy in her old prom dress.

'Ziva, you have to be in the photo too' protested Delilah.

'Really?'

'Yeah' said Abby, Ellie waving her over to them. Ziva smiled, set the self-timer on the camera and joined her friends. Ellie took off the leg warmers and handed them to Ziva. She couldn't reach her legs so Ziva pulled them on her arms.

A couple of days later, Ellie was sitting at her desk in the bullpen when an email pinged through. Opening it, Ellie laughed to herself.

'What's that?' asked Tony

'Nothing' chimed Ellie. She kept giggling though. Tony and Tim went over and stood behind her. Ziva had emailed the photos of the four women, all wearing slightly ridiculous clothes. They had taken more than just the one photo, adding accessories to their outfits and posing in silly positions.

Tony turned to Tim.

'Is it a good thing the four of the are friends? The amount of information they know about the two of us combined can't be good.' Tim just shrugged. He couldn't help but think that apart from looking beautiful, Delilah looked incredibly happy as well.

You may have noticed I've been uploading quite frequently at the moment. I'm about one - two chapters ahead. If I've written them, it seems pointless not to upload them. That being said, I can't promise I can keep up like this.

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