The three of them, Booth, DiNozzo, and Jon, were at Tony's house. The first two were practicing for the up coming Billiards tournament at O'Malley's. Jon was watching for amusement.
"Rack 'em," Booth said as DiNozzo frowned, wondering just how he lost.
"It's rigged I tell you," he grumbled. Booth was just better than he was to make the games interesting.
"Quit crying," Booth said, "If we lose to McGee and Abby again, I'll hang myself."
"Who knew that math nerds were good at pool?" DiNozzo said.
"Tell me about it."
Jon rolled his eyes and said, "One... two... facepalm!"
"Whaaat?" They demanded.
"I am not even going to begin to tell you much pool relies on geometry," Jon said.
"You suck at pool," Booth pointed out.
"So don't talk," Tony finished.
"I also suck at geometry," Jon said, "Coincidence? I think not."
"Don't you two have anything better to do than to hang with us on a Friday night?"
"Nope," Jon said, "My boss's mother's birthday is coming up, and it will take Immigration at least three days to ship him back to Mexico, and another week and a half to hop the border and get over here. So, I am strapped for cash and need my entertainment cheap."
"Should we be worried that you're illegally hired by an illegal worker?" Tony said.
"I'm not," Jon replied, "What do you think the girls are doing?"
O'Malley's
"Double," Abby said, "Left Middle and Right Corner pockets. 2 and 4 ball."
She tapped the cueball forcefully with her cue. The ball raced in a straight line and tapped the 2 ball on the side, causing it to roll into the nearby middle pocket. The cueball changed direction, loosing much of it's speed. When it finally crossed the table to the right corner pocket, it could only just barely tap the 4 ball into the pocket.
Tim raised his eyebrows, "Pretty good."
"Please," Abby said, "That was amazing."
"I don't need shots like that," McGee said.
"Can't make shots like that," she countered.
"Then why am I still winning?" McGee countered.
"Give it time."
Kate looked over to Ziva, "Is it wrong that we have nothing better to do on a Friday night?"
"Very," she replied as they both sipped their Mexican Coke.
"At least Tempe has a girls night with Angela Montenegro," Kate said, "Too bad we weren't invited."
"I still do not see what is so fun about night overs," Ziva said.
"Sleep overs," Kate corrected.
"Don't you have anything better to do than to correct my English?" Ziva demanded.
"If I did, do you think I would be here?" Kate said.
"If you are so disappointed at being alone on a Friday, why not get a boyfriend?" Abby said.
"You think it's that easy?" Kate scoffed, "Abby, you're about a hundred and ten pounds of Gothic happiness and love. You have boys falling all over you."
"Don't I know it," Abby grinned. Tony originally coined the term and Abby instantly gave it her seal of approval. As in, she actually made a document with a custom made Abby Approved! stamp.
"What about Jon?" McGee asked as he expertly tapped a ball into a pocket.
"What is with you guys saying that we're dating?" Kate said, "Besides, Jon's boss is being deported back to Mexico, again, so he's broke."
"Are you saying you can't afford a pay-per-view movie and a bowl of popcorn?" Ziva said.
"Are you saying that you couldn't do that with Tony?" she replied.
Ziva had nothing to reply to that. Truth was, she had wanted to do that. They did watch the weekly Movie Night's at O'Malley's. But that was with the rest of the group. By unspoken consent, they had avoided anything that could be considered "date-ish". It was only now that she considered, why?
She set her drink on the table along with a $5, "You can finish that," she said as she grabbed her coat and raced out of the restaurant.
"She actually thinks that we're going to drink her drink?" McGee said.
Abby didn't bat an eyelash as she picked up Ziva's drink and drained it. When McGee and Kate did a slight bit more than bat an eyelash, she defended, "It's Mexican Coke! They put so much sugar in it borders on illegal!"
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