6.00 am
Ziva lay back into the bubbles and smiled as McGee continued to wash her hair. Her thick hair lathered up and he ran his long confident fingers through the suds and firmly massaged her scalp. Ziva smiled in bliss. The soapy bubbles ran down her smooth bare shoulders and slowly swept out to cover her bath which stretched to the horizon. Tony paddled past whistling in a canoe, complete with summer camp feather head dress and war paint with a questioning look as to why it was McGee who had his arms around Ziva and not him. Ziva just shrugged and watched as Gibbs on a distant shore panicked trying to complete his boat before the ever expanding sea of bubbles and foam swept him away. A chorus line of dancing green Ompa Loompas chanting something about Rule Twelve, passed Gibbs dozens of hand tools and glass jars of Jack Daniels.
'Aren't we in danger of being drowned by the bubbles?' Ziva asked McGee who was wrapped closely behind her. 'Oh no that wouldn't be logical'. Feeling much safer she snuggled back into his arms and he started to rinse her hair with champagne 'See smaller bubbles' he explained to her as he used his giant colorful mug to pour the champagne over her flowing hair. She opened her mouth to taste and licked her lips 'Yumm strawberry' Ziva watched as suddenly Abby wearing a huge ancient deep sea divers rig popped up from under foam and gleefully showed her the giant plug and chain she had found.
'No Abby Nooo!!!!!!'
Suddenly a giant whirlpool opened up and started sucking everyone and everything down into the giant plug hole at the bottom of Ziva's bath. Foam, Ompa Loompas, large styrofoam cups of strong coffee, red heads, movie DVD's, paper clips and even Abby's Major Mass Spec started hurtling towards the gurgling gaping hole.
'McGee hold me!'
Ziva gasped and suddenly awoke to the sound of her alarm and blinked rapidly. An ocean of champagne bubbles? McGee washing her hair? Was Tony wearing feathers? She sighed and starting preparing to go to work, the vivid dream already starting to fade from her memory. She wondered if McGee at this moment was dreaming about her whilst tucked up safe and sound in his bed a few blocks away. Then again he was with Tony so his snores had probably kept him up all night. She smiled to herself. McGee was so cute when he slept.
Abby entered her lab and flicked on her music. Something loud and with a heavy beat to brush away her blues. It was a bit creepy without the rest of the team around to visit her. She had had a strange feeling something was up all morning. It seemed to have started with the nightmare she had this morning of McGee being chased by a demon forklift. There was something about the Wicked Witch of the West in there too. Or was that more to do with dream McGee wearing long stripy socks? Or was it McGee who was covered in stripes? Thin bright red stripes? It had seemed perfectly logical this morning.
She had woken in a blind panic her heart beating a mile a minute feeling like something was wrong but now she just felt on edge. It was too early to phone the team yet but soon she would just to put her mind at ease. She cranked up her music to a level unacceptable to Gibbs and felt immediately better.
(Ok please review! Haven't heard from a few of you for a while. It is not really even a chapter but working on more sensible part and this didn't sort of fit in with what was around it. Still too cute to cut completely)