Warning: this chapter is rated M for some sexual content (I tried to leave out some of the details though since this is rated T. Also, I realized halfway through writing this that some of the plot during the date is inspired from the Ellen Morgan show, so yeah, it's not completely my idea.).

P.S. I totally thought NCIS had a new episode this week and I spent the whole day looking forward to it... turns out it's next week :(. That was not cool.

Disclaimer: Disclaimed.

Ziva David took her breath away. She was so beautiful. When Abby knocked on Ziva's apartment door for their date, she was not expecting the sight before her. Abby had told Ziva via text message after work that they were going somewhere fancy, so Ziva had dressed up. Ziva was in a tight, red dress, with a high slit that showed off her beautiful legs. Her hair was down and curly, just the way Abby loved it. It took all of her self-control to not grab Ziva and start kissing her silly. Her lips wanted to touch every inch of Ziva's skin. Of course, if she did that, Ziva would freak out because it's a little too soon, which kinda sucks.

"Hello, Abby. You look very nice." Abby tries to fight the blush that steals across her cheeks, but she fails. She guesses she looks okay in her tight, black spaghetti-strap dress, white heels, and with her hair straight and down, but she doesn't look as beautiful as Ziva; even though Abby is wearing skull earrings, a definite plus.

Ziva takes her hand and smiles at her shyly. This was going to be a great night. Amazing night. Spectacular night. Superb Night. Ridiculously awesome-

"Abby? Why are you smiling so large? You look like that cat that swallowed the cantaloupe, yes?"

Abby snorts. "Um... it's that cat that swallowed the canary, Ziva. But, I'm just happy to be going on a date with you." Although, Abby would much rather swallow Ziva at this point...

"Well... are you ready to go? Or are we going to continue to stand here?"

"Oh! Right. Sorry."

They head toward the car and hold hands there the entire way. Abby had never imagined Ziva's hands were so soft. Who knew an ex-assassin could be so soft and almost fragile?

They ride to the restaurant in a comfortable silence, both tired from the day's work but happy to be together.

When they arrive, Ziva, is still holding onto her hand (even though Abby doesn't like driving one-handed, who cares if Ziva David is willing to hold her hand?). Ziva drops her hand when they get out of the car and does not grab for it again as they are walking into the restaurant.

Abby pretends not to notice as worry starts to bother her just a bit. Is Ziva ashamed of being bisexual? Surely not.

After the women are seated at their table, which Abby had reserved earlier, their waiter comes.

Their waiter is a handsome man, in his twenties, with brown hair. Abby can tell he is a player. He winks at them and rasps out, "Well... What brings you beautiful women to this restaurant tonight?" He's looking Ziva up and down and it ticks Abby off. So, she does something to shut the oaf up.

"We're on a date. Right, Ziv?" She leans over and kisses Ziva full on the mouth, in front of the entire restaurant, not caring who sees. Ziva is surprised and caught off guard but her attraction to Abby is apparent as she soon starts to kiss back.

Abby pulls back after a few moments and grins cheekily up at the waiter, whose face has slightly reddened. A couple at the next table over gives them disapproving looks but Abby ignores them. She glances at Ziva, a little worried that Ziva is going to be angry with her for kissing her like that because it's not like they've established a committed relationship or anything. Ziva's face is completely neutral. She feels alarm at Ziva's lack of emotion. Maybe Ziva's interested in Mr. Creepy.

After their waiter leaves with their order, she chances a glance at Ziva. Ziva looks embarrassed now.

"I'm sorry, Ziv, if I embarrassed you. I just didn't like him ogling you like that."

"I can take care of myself, Abby."

"I know, Ziva. I was just trying to help."

"Well, do not."

"Are you mad at me? Do you just want to leave right now or what?"

Ziva sighs and glances around before putting her hand over Abby's. "I am sorry. I am just not used to this. I care too much about what people think... I-"

"Are you ashamed of being bisexual?"

Ziva looks at Abby and hesitates before shaking her head. "No. No, I am not ashamed, Abby. I just need to get used to this, dating a woman. I want to date you, Abby."

"Okay."

Abby grins at her and accepts her statement for now. She's just about to ask Ziva what she wants to do after the date when Ziva's phone buzzes. Ziva groans as the ringtone she assigned to none other than Leroy Jethro Gibbs goes off.

Abby groans as well. "Noooo... Ziva. Just ignore Gibbs. He's a big boy. He'll handle it."

"I am sorry, Abby, but you know how Gibbs can be."

She picks up the phone and grimaces. "Hello?... Okay... Yes, I will be there. Yes, I will bring Abby. See you soon."

She sighs and glances at Abby who is currently pouting. "We have to go. A marine was murdered and we are needed immediately. Some high-security personnel or something."

"AUGH. Ziva, seriously? I am going to kill Gibbs. I'm going to sneak into his basement tomorrow night and hack his boat into pieces and laugh maliciously at him for destroying our date!"

"Abby. You love Gibbs; besides, he did not kill the marine."

"Fine. I'm going to find whoever did kill the marine and hack their car, since they probably don't have a boat in their basement, into a million pieces..."

Ziva only raises an eyebrow and the two women get up and leave.

Abby feels like crying. This sucks. She finally gets a date with the love of her life and it gets interrupted?

Many hours later, Ziva and Abby arrive back at Abby's apartment, completely wiped out. Gibbs had wanted them stat so neither had time to change, and since Abby had the only car, she drove both of them there. Gibbs only raised his eyebrow but didn't comment on their outfits. She offered to drive Ziva home and Tony wiggled his eyebrows, causing her to glare at him. But, on the way to Ziva's apartment, she remembered that she left her purse at Abby's, so they end up going to Abby's apartment together instead

"Here's your purse, Ziv. I'll drive you back to your place now."

Ziva flops down on the couch in a very ungraceful manner and throws her arm over her eyes. "Augh. No, I think I will stay here tonight if you do not mind, Abby. I am so tired and it is four a.m. in the morning."

"Okay." Abby stifles a grin at the thought of Ziva David spending another night in her apartment.

Abby walks away to go get Ziva some pajamas and when she comes back she plans to ask Ziva if she would be more comfortable sleeping in Abby's bed, because Abby certainly wouldn't mind. But, she finds Ziva fast asleep already.

"Awww..." If she thought Ziva David in that dress earlier was hot, now she was smoking. She looked adorable with her mussed-up hair, bare feet, and wrinkled dress.

Abby leans over and kisses Ziva on the lips lightly before she pulls a blanket over the sleeping ninja.

"Goodnight, Ziv. I love you."

"Mmm...you too..."

With that, Abby proceeds to bed and falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.

She wakes up as the morning sunlight hits her and blinks in confusion as she looks around.

Black decor, white roses, two skulls positioned as if they are kissing and a totem poll. Why is she in Abby's apartment?

The events of yesterday hit her and she realizes they didn't even have dinner last night. She's starving.

Ziva decides to make some breakfast, but first, she decides to find Abby and ask her what she wants to eat. It's the least she can do, considering her beautiful Abby let her sleep here last night.

Ziva wanders into Abby's kitchen and dining room, softly calling Abby's name. "Abby? Are you here?"

She figures out that Abby must be in her bedroom, so she cautiously opens the door. "Abby? I-"

She freezes at the sight before her.

Abby is in the middle of getting dressed. Her wet hair reveals she's fresh from the shower and she only has on her underwear. And she's beautiful. Her curves are in all the right places. If only Ziva were closer, she would-She hears a gasp as Abby looks up from putting on her sweatpants. Abby yanks her sweatpants up and reaches for the first shirt she can find to cover her.

"Uh... Ziva. I-I didn't know you were awake."

"I am sorry, Abby." Ziva keeps studying her curiously. What is it really like to be with another woman? Sure, Ziva David knows she's attracted to women but she's never been with one in that way. She definitely wants to be with her beautiful Abby.

She slowly walks toward, Abby, not sure what has come over her. This intense attraction is driving her crazy. She cups Abby's face with her hand and gently gives her a lingering kiss that leaves both of them more out of breath than they should be.

"Ziva?"

"I-I... was wondering what you wanted for breakfast. I thought I would make some french toast, but I was not sure if you like it."

"Yeah... I like french toast. French toast is great. Really, really great." Abby's not paying attention to her. Her eyes are looking Ziva up and down as she speaks, the desire clear in her eyes.

Ziva cannot take it anymore. Having Abby undress her with her eyes is more than Ziva can take. So what if they've only been on half-a-date? She loves this woman and they're perfect for each other!

Without a thought for the consequences, Ziva grabs Abby around the waist and pulls her body flush against Ziva's.

"Ziva? What-" Abby's question is cut off as Ziva silences Abby with her mouth. Abby tastes of mint toothpaste and smells like her strawberry shampoo. Ziva backs Abby against the wall and moans at the skin-on-skin contact when Abby runs her hands under the back of her shirt.

"Abby..."

"Shh... It's fine." Abby flips them over and suddenly it's Ziva whose back is against the wall. It's Ziva whose defenseless and weak-kneed as Abby storms her with an onslaught of kisses that move from her lips, to her ears, to her neck, and to her chest. Ziva's still wearing the red dress from the night before, which was a v-neck.

Abby pauses, her hands around Ziva's neck, near the hook holding up her dress. "Ziva?"

"Please, Abby."

Abby grins and gently nips Ziva's ear as her fingers deftly unhook Ziva's dress, causing it to fall to the floor in a fountain of red silk.

Abby steps back and smiles at her shyly. "You are so beautiful, Ziva." Ziva blushes and swiftly pulls Abby's mouth back to her own. At some point, she manages to slide her hands up the front of Abby's shirt, so that her hands are on Abby's breasts. The moan Abby releases makes Ziva want more, especially when Abby's hands move toward her wet center...

"The bed... Abby.." She moans as Abby grips her tightly and they stumble toward the bed.

Suddenly, food doesn't seem all that important anymore. All she wants is to spend this beautiful Saturday with the one person she loves the most: Abby.