Abby tries to ignore just how beautiful Ziva looks, but she is having a difficult time not staring. She doesn't want to creep Ziva out, but, wow, she looks hot. She is wearing tight, black jeans with a burgundy sweater, and her hair is free and curly. Abby wants so bad to just run her fingers through those silky curls.
Abby had always known she was a lesbian, since a young age. Her parents hadn't cared when they were alive, but the rest of her family (namely, her grandparents) largely ignored her. Most respectable people seemed to have something against a lesbian, goth girl who has over a dozen tattoos. Oh, well. That's why she has her sweet, little Gibbs. He is enough family for her, plus everyone else at NCIS. Only, the way she is feeling toward Ziva right now isn't exactly... sisterly.
She smiles at Ziva and sits down next to her at the wonderfully set table. For a while, they eat in silence. This is something Abby loves about Ziva: that she doesn't always feel the need to talk. Despite the fact that Abby is a very bubbly person and loves talking, she enjoys the comfort of another person's presence too. Eventually, though, Abby doesn't want to sit in silence, she wants to talk to Ziva. To laugh with Ziva. To see Ziva smile at her like she is the only person in the world that matters.
But Ziva would never feel that way. Ever. The woman is as straight as a stick. Not one of those crooked sticks, mind you, but a stick so straight it could pass off as a pole. Whatever the hell that means. Abby is starting to think she'd had just a little too much wine. Oh well!
Over dinner, they laugh about what happened today at work. At a crime scene, Tony was so busy flirting with Ziva that he wasn't watching where he was walking and he ended up backing into a pond and falling in. The look on his face was priceless and made both women crack up again.
"Seriously, Ziva, I wish I had been there to take out my camera phone. We would have it as major blackmail!"
Ziva chuckles throatily and smiles. "I did."
Abby jumps up from her chair, almost overturning her plate in her child-like excitement. "WHAT! You got it on camera! YES! Let me see! Let me see! Let me see!"
Ziva pulls out her phone and Abby takes the opportunity to stand extremely close to her, leaning over her shoulder and breathing in the scent of her hair. They watch as Tony makes some joke about Ziva's lack of a love life when he suddenly takes a step too far back and slips into the pond, his arms flailing, with a look of complete shock on his face. He comes up sputtering, with a few weeds on his head. In the background, they hear Gibbs: "DINOZZO! Stop goofing around and get you're a** over here, now!"
As the two women double over in laughter, Abby puts her hand on Ziva's shoulder, and lets it stay there, not realizing the effect she's having. The moment changes as Ziva turns slightly toward her and their eyes meet. The tension between them is very, very thick. Ziva puts her hand on top of Abby's and smiles, and, for a moment, both women eye each other's lips, but Ziva pulls back and clears her throat awkwardly, breaking the moment.
"Well, Abby. I must be going now. I do not think I will stay for a movie tonight. I am very tired."
Abby does a poor job of hiding her disappointment. "Oh... of course, Ziva. I understand. Umm... I'll see you on Monday, then."
Ziva walks out the door and smiles. Abby waits, hoping for a hug, just a brief semblance of physical contact, anything really, but Ziva just thanks her for the meal and walks out the door.
Leaving Abby to her empty apartment once again.