Chapter Eight: Tangled Seams
Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the privilege. - Unknown
The Hoot
November 10th, 1942
"You should really go talk to her instead of just standing there drooling.
Even I know that it's wrong to just stare at someone." Parker spoke in her brother's ear.
Barely stifling a yelp Spencer turned around masking his surprise with anger.
"God Parker, how many times do I have to tell you how creepy it is to sneak up on people. You think after..."
"Quit trying to change the subject Spence. Go talk to her."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I was just enjoying the performance.
Ziva is very talented, her voice is admirable."
"Uh-Huh and it's her voice you've been staring at the last three days.
You just better enjoy these rehearsals before we open. If you get us fired for not focusing on your work
I will personally kick your butt all the way to mom and then you can tell her we don't have the money to keep her
in Bennington's and she'll have to go into some third rate hospital. I'm sure with that news she will gladly kick your butt back to Arizona for me."
Hoping he wasn't blushing from her first statement he quickly replied, "Stop overreacting Parker, mom is staying right where she is because I'm not going to lose this job.
Now come on, let's go to the back and see if the girls need help with anything."
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"What dress should we have Ziva wear for the opening?" Penelope asked JJ who was sitting next to her.
"I don't know yet; I've got a pattern at home I have been working on. It's a tad risque though."
Garcia rolled her eyes at that, "Have you seen the girl? She can make a burlap sack look risque.
What I really want to know is what color your going for, so I can figure out what make-up I'll need to have."
"Color for what?" Parker asked coming in at the end of their conversation.
"Ziva's dress"
"Oh, I'm sure Spence has an idea or two about that." Parker said gleefully.
Looking at him with amused expressions the girls asked in unison, "SO?"
Swallowing uncomfortably Spencer slowly stated, "Well, she seems to like green and it is a nice color."
With the not so pleased looks he was receiving he tried again, "Black. Black is always a good color, it's simple yet elegant."
"Black is Boring." Garcia faked a yawn.
"She always wears green.
I think I might go for something brighter; maybe a wine color, perhaps indigo.
Don't worry though I'll have her dazzling as always." JJ finished with a determined look on her face.
Bored with dress talk Parker decided to change the topic. "So what do you guys do? I mean you can't just dress Ziva. What else do you do?"
Garcia took the lead "We work for Sophie fixing up her girls."
"Her girls?" Reid wondered aloud.
"Yeah" JJ said slowly, shooting Penelope a look.
"Sophie has quite a large group of girls that work with her.
It's kind of like a small business. People come to her looking for models, and performers like Ziva, and such.
We make sure they look their best before they go."
"Oh." Parker replied wondering if she should have asked that question after all while Spencer wondered what the 'and such' she had said could possibly mean.
"Well girl it's always nice talking to you but I need to go talk with Hardison about my tables layout and if I remember
correctly Parker, you need to get going if you don't wanna be late getting your uniform from Abby."
Watching as Parker stormed out the room mumbling something about "too short skirts" and "dumb ruffles" Reid shook his head while the other two laughed.
"Bye" and with a wave he was gone too.
"Penny!" JJ yelled.
"Well it's your fault for letting me answer; you know I can't hold my tongue."
"Well we just better hope they don't get curious." JJ sighed out, slumping back in her chair.
"Oh, I just threw up in my mouth a little bit. I'm a professional criminal and I find that disturbing." (Hardison -Leverage)