A/N I know Halloween isn't for a few months, (I am counting the days.) But this idea popped into my head, and has been nagging me ever since. As I've said before, when inspiration strikes me I should do my best not to ignore.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS any of it's lovely characters or settings. I also don't own Tinker Bell.

Abby backed away from the mirror smiling at her handiwork. Light purple eyeliner swirled vine like onto to her cheekbones. Completing her fairy look. The short green slip, sparkling thigh hi tights, green slippers, and glossy fairy wings. She was the perfect raven-haired Tinker Bell.

In the hall she heard Ziva preparing the snacks, and refreshments in the kitchen. She had refused to tell Abby what she was dressing up as and now the forensic scientist was eager to sneak a peek at her friend. She glanced around the door frame, shocked at what she saw.

Knee high leather boots, folded over at the top. Just skimming the bottom of a fluffy knee length cottony, skirt. That swished alluringly while she swung her hips slowly to the steady beat, coming from her radio. A soft leather belt and show pistol rested loosely on those hips. Abby's wandering eyes came across a billowy shirt pulled tight with a corset. Pressing those scrumptious round breasts up. The white cotton clashed beautifully with Ziva's dark hair, and healthy amount of tan cleavage on display. A black bandanna tied over her head, gold chains hanging around her neck, and the bangles at her wrists finished the Mediterranean pirate look Ziva wore oh so well.

"See something you like?" Ziva said turning from the kitchen and smiling showing she was only teasing. Ever since Ziva had found out that Abby liked girls, a result of asking your friends to pick you up from a night club without checking to see if your alleyway make out session had left any lipstick behind. Ever since the fateful night the Israeli had been teasing, and flirting with her mercilessly, all in good humor, of course.

"You look...," a few choice words popped to mind. Hot, sexy, amazing, and a few more less general audience appropriate thoughts. But she settled with "amazing.." The Israeli pirate smiled, and gave her hips a little swish. "You look pretty sexy yourself." 'Damn her mind reading powers' Abby thought stepping closer to the table to look over what Ziva had prepared.

When Abby had mentioned the party to Ziva it was still in it's fertilizing stages. But with the former Mossad agents help, invitations had been sent, her apartment had been decorated, and now with music starting to play, the snacks and refreshments set out on a card table. It looked party worthy.

The first ding of the doorbell was the best way to get a party kicked off though. Abby gave a little squeak of excitement, and Ziva laid a small kiss on her cheek. That had Abby still standing their flustered and blushing when Tony and McGee came strolling in.

…...

Half an hour later the party was in full swing. As Abby slid out of the herd of dancing people in her living room (they had moved all the furniture out of the way.) A red plastic cup was slid into her hand, and a beautiful twinkling voice tickled her ear. "You sure know how to throw a party." She shuddered at the breath on her ear, and took a large sip of the beverage in her hand pushing down a red flush and arousal, with a combination of cold liquid and alcohol.

"It wouldn't be nearly this great without your help." The green clad goth nearly shouted over the pulsating music. She turned to give Ziva a grateful smile, and was surprised by how close they were. A few locks of loose black hair tickling Ziva's cheek. Big chocolate brown eyes inches from frosted green ones. Abby's eyes wandered down the pirate clad young woman's tan face to those full soft looking lips.

Ziva hooked a finger under Abby's chin dragging her from her lips to her eyes. "Would you like to dance?" She said with a flourish towards the mass of people. Abby tipped her cup bottoms up to down the rest of the alcohol taking the edge off of her nervousness at being so close to the sexy woman, (that corset was so not helping.)

They danced close but separately until Ziva caught one of Abby's hands and spun her. She giggled until Ziva brought her close to her chest. Hand on the side of her head fingers mingling in her black hair. Ziva's other arm wrapped around her waist, chin resting on her hair. Still swinging to the rhythm.

It was nice, and Abby let herself sink into the other woman's embrace, it just felt so right for those few moments it lasted. Then she was spinning and swaying again. The thumping music. The bodies of friends, friends of friends. But all Abby could focus on was Ziva and the strange but familiar emotions she was waking up. The feelings of a crush.

…...

The rustle of a trash bag brought Ziva out of her wonderings. Abby dancing with her. Abby liking girls. Ziva being a girl. She jumped up to help Abby with the plastic cups, and various other things. Somewhat cleaning up the bowls of snacks, just trying to make the job in the morning seem easier.

Ziva wobbled, and Abby caught her chuckling out, "wanna crash here?" Composing herself and attempting to clear her mind through the alcohol fogging it Ziva smiled "I think that, that would be a good idea. Could I borrow something to sleep in? This is not exactly suited for sleeping in." She replied looking down at her pirate costume. Oh god that corset got her every time.

Ziva has one nice rack. Oh shut up alcohol!

"Oh yeah of course." Abby said pushing away thoughts of a naked Ziva.

When she returned she had a pile of blankets, a concert t-shirt and shorts. "So I have come to the verdict that none of my furniture is sleep-able on, and both of us have too much alcohol coursing through our veins to move furniture. Oh and here." She stated handing her the clothes.

…...

Twenty minutes later they each lay in separate piles of blankets. Until Abby felt a tug on her hand. She rolled over to find sparkling big chocolate brown eyes inches away for the second time that night.

"I'm cold," Ziva breathed pulling Abby closer "and lonely," she added against raven hair.

But still cuddled together comfy and warm, neither could sleep. The air seemed to be abuzz with words unsaid things undone and above all sexual tension.

"...Abby...?" Ziva said her name like a question. "Wha'," came Abby's muffled reply against Ziva's shoulder. "I..., I think...," she stumbled her heart speeding up and Abby pulled away at the feel of it. "I like you." Abby stated or finished. Ziva didn't know which. "I like you a lot. That's why I totally flipped out when you found out I..., go both ways." She stumbled over the last part, embarrassed.

Well there were those things unsaid now said. As they kissed, a mutual thing neither leaning into the other just a press of lips. Soft and G-rated. But to get to sleep they still had to get rid of that pesky sexual tension before they could get to sleep.

Neither could think of a better way to spend Halloween Night, and Abby couldn't think of a cooler anniversary.

A/N I broke 1,000 words yesssssss. So you guys are probably all like, Oh my god, we didn't know you could actually write something this long. Hope you enjoyed. Review and tell me what you think.