Birthday Surprises: Chapter 3
A/NI apologize for the delay in my update. I am trying to keep both of my current stories updated on a regular basis so I'm splitting what little free time I have writing the two. I hope you enjoy and can't wait to hear your thoughts on the new chapter.
Ziva enters the living room. Gibbs sits on the couch eating his cake while watching football.
"I didn't know you like football." She says as she comes up behind him.
"I may be old but I'm still a man."
She rolls her eyes at him She walks around the couch.
"I need to go home." She tells him.
"Why?"
"Because I need to change for one." She tells him. HE looks her over.
"You look fine to me. It's Saturday… Relax." He says sweetly.
She laughs at him. "I can throw your clothes in the wash."
"You are going to wash my clothes now? You do laundry?"
"Jesus, Ziva, I'm a grown man. Why do you think I can't do anything?"
"I just thought well… well Tony sends his out and since you live alone… I just assumed you'd—"
"No." He says simply as he cuts her off.
A moment passes.
"Well, I still will need to go home and change." She says as she moves her hands to where her back pockets would normally be. Awkward silence. She doesn't know if she should assume he wants her to come back or if she should wait for his invitation. He notices her hesitations.
"Want me to take you?" He asks, hoping she'll say no. She smiles at him.
"No… It's okay. I will, uhm…. See you in a little while." She says smiling can't help but smile back at her because of her awkwardness.
HE stands in an attempt to cease the awkwardness. He kisses her and reaches around to remove her hands from behind her.
"I wish you would relax just a little." He whispers in her ear sending chills down her spine as his breath tickles her ear.
"I'll be here when you get back." He again whispers before kissing her cheek. He starts to move but she stops him.
She takes his face in her hands and kisses his mouth. She moves her hands to his hari as she deepens the kiss. His tongue intertwines with hers as his hands move to her hips and then to her lower back. Suddenly, he feels like a hormone crazed teenager again. His hand takes on a mind of it's own as it moves back to her hip where the oversized sweats barely rest. He gives them a slight tug with one hand while his other hand moves to her neck to hold her in the kiss. The pants begin their decent downward, barely making it to her upper thighs before she grabs them and pulls them back up. She roughly and abruptly breaks the kiss and rushes out the door leaving Gibbs needing more than a cold shower.
Her stomach churns with butterflies the entire drive to her apartment. The giddiness she feels much the same as that felt by most school girls over a crush or first love. She won't admit it, but she's relishing in the feeling.
She reaches her building and rushes up the stairs to her humble abode, ignoring the knowing stares her elderly neighbors give her. She enters her apartment to initiate phase one of her plan… tonight was just too long to wait, and if she's going to make him want her so bad it hurts.
Meanwhile, Gibbs is finishing up making some phone calls in the living room. He closes his phone. Now the plans have been made. Everyone will be showing up soon so he heads for the grocery store. He hopes Ziva is like every other woman he's ever known and that she will take "forever" to get ready. In fact, his plan depends on it.
Ziva is in her room, ransacking her dresser in search of the perfect "outfit." She's already been through the closet and chosen her clothes for tomorrow. However, she just can't seem to find what she's looking for. Finally, she gives up on finding anything in her drawers. She decides to take another shower so she will smell more feminine and like herself. She showers quickly and throws on jeans and a t-shirt. Afterward, she carefully applies her make-up and with a little moose, hairspray, and a little scrunching she is ready to go. She grabs her bag and a long coat and heads out the door.
Gibbs is shopping at the small grocery store a few minutes away from his house. Their prices are higher than those in the city, but he has to hurry if he wants to get everything even close to being ready by the time she returns. He quickly grabs the necessities for the barbeque he has planned. He checks out and heads home. Not long after he returns, Tony arrives via taxi to help him even though he didn't ask him for it.
Ziva navigates her way through the downtown streets. She spies her destination, a small boutique that specializes in the clothes she is looking for. She parks outside, and feels a bit strange coming here alone since the only other time she has been here was with a "girly" friend and that is one adjective that is rarely used when describing Ziva. After shooing away her inhibitions, she grabs her purse and coat and gets out of the car to head inside. She's the only customer in the store, she assumes it is because of the hour of day. Apparently, noon on a Saturday isn't the prime time to buy lingerie. Once again she begins her search. It doesn't take long for her to find several she likes. She narrows it down to the three sets she can't resist, and goes to the counter to make her purchase. After making her purchase she smiles at the young associate before going to the restroom. She enters the stall and quickly strips off her own clothing. She pulls out her recent purchases and decides on the black one. She puts it on and then pulls her jeans back on before wrapping her coat around herself and buttoning it up. She then crams her t-shirt into her bag with the other clothes. She exits the stall and checks her hair and make-up before making her way to her car. Now… to Gibbs' house. Once again the flutters return to her stomach and she can't help but smile. She turns the radio up and all else disappears as her mind focuses on her mission at hand.
Gibbs and Tony are in the backyard cooking on the grill. Tony has already done his best to make potato salad from the directions he'd found online after Gibbs had called him. He wanted to get on his good side after the fiasco of the so called birthday party, but now he's just hoping the dish is edible since it proved more difficult than he'd imagined. Now he and Gibbs are working on cooking the steaks and chicken on the grill, but mostly he's just doing all the talking and goofing off by tossing a football around to himself. Gibbs has actually laughed a few times at his childish actions.
"You didn't have to come help, Tony." Gibbs says.
"I know boss, but I don't mind really." He says coming to a stop next to Gibbs.
"I just thought it be a good way to…"
"Make up for screwin' up Ziva's party." He says without thinking and then stops suddenly when Gibbs gives him a stare.
"I—sorry boss."
They continue their cooking and Tony even manages to get Gibbs to join him in a game of catch while the steaks cook.
Ziva pulls into Gibbs' driveway and parks. She shimmies out of her jeans and tosses them in the passenger floor board. She abandons her bags in the car and hurries up the steps. She smells the barbeque in the air before she reaches the door, and assumes he's in the backyard. Perfect. She goes inside. She quietly makes her way to the living room and removes her cell phone from her coat pocket before tossing the coat behind the couch. She lies down on the couch and does her best to pose seductively. She then flips open her phone and calls Gibbs. She waits for him to answer.
"I think I left some of my clothes in your living room… Can you check it for me?... Well, I would check when I get there but I—will you just check." She is a little frustrated at his stubbornness. Now she waits.
Moments later she hears the backdoor open and then close. Her anticipation rises and she can feel the heat rising to her cheeks.
Gibbs and Tony come in the back door. Tony carrying the football and Gibbs has a plate of food. Gibbs makes a pit stop in the kitchen to drop off the plate.
"I'll turn the game on." Tony says, passing him by.
Ziva heard someone say something, but can't make out what was said. She assumes it was just Gibbs. She closes her eyes to re-establish her courage. He'd told her to relax…right.
Tony walks through the house tossing the football up and down to himself. Gibbs is not far behind him. He reaches the living room and abruptly stops, the football drops to the floor, and Gibbs nearly walks into him. He follows Tony's gaze.
Ziva opens her eyes to find a dumbfounded Tony and Gibbs. She panics.
"Tony!" She scrambles to try to cover herself, but to no avail. Her coat is still on the floor where she tossed it and there's nothing to cover with other than her hands. She throws her arm across her chest to cover her lace clad breasts, and she squeezes her legs together and uses her hand to ensure that her most private area is covered.
"Gibbs!" She wails.
He comes to his senses and head slaps Tony, who has a goofy grin on his face and is practically drooling. His grin fades as he reacts to Gibbs' slap. Gibbs rushes to Ziva's aide and stands in front of her, attempting to block Tony's view. The door bell rings.
"Get the door!" Gibbs yells at him because he is still standing there like a lost puppy.
Tony gives one last glance at Ziva before hesitantly making his way to the door. A million remarks are on the tip of his tongue, but he resists the urge… for now.
"What is he doing here?" Ziva rushes, angrily, as she sits up while still trying to cover up.
"What's he-what're you doin'?"
"I was trying to—I didn't want to wait."
"Really?" He grins at her as he stretches out the word. "'Cause you look sooo sexy right now." He says as he leans down and kisses her. He moves his hand to her bare stomach.
She abruptly stands.
"No." She rushes behind the couch, grabs her coat, and puts it back on. She hears the others voices in the other room and she dashes up the stairs. He makes it to the bottom of the stairs before he's met by his guests.
"Jethro, I'm glad to see you're in better spirits today." Ducky greets him cheerfully.
"Yeah, can you just give me a sec." Gibbs adds before taking the stairs two by two. He reaches the door to his room, and enters.
"What was that all about?" McGee asks to no one in particular.
"Oh—(Tony starts to remark on the situation, but thinks better of it) Maybe he had to pee."
A couple moments pass where they are all just hovering in the foyer before Tony finally takes charge.
"Well, anybody wanta toss the old pigskin?"
McGee hesitates at first, but then decides it'd be fun.
"I'm game."
"Me too." Abbey adds.
"I think I'll just watch my good boy." Ducky adds as he follows them out the back door.
A/N So the next chapter will be chucked full of all the good stuff… well at least that's my plan… so 'til then, I hope to hear your thoughts on the story thus far.
Later,
Bridge
Oh and if any of you are reading Early Bird, I hope to update that by the end of the week, but no promises 'cause my baby's sick.
