Author: Mrs Scott323
Title: Dream
She was surrounded by a colorful mass of people. Every single one of them was hidden behind a colorful mask, matching an equally colorful and sparkling outfit. Music filled the air, she wasn't sure from which way it came an there was no way to see it either. She was closed in by the dancing crowd. Women spinning around in their dance partner's arms. Their dresses reflecting even more light because of their quick turns. She was mesmerized by it for a moment.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, quickly she turned around. The woman behind her was dressed up just like everyone else was, but the eyes that were partially hidden by her mask had something familiar.
"Jenny, you should come dancing with us."
"Ziva, I'm not really in the mood for dancing, and besides, I'm not really dressed for this."
"What are you talking about, you look amazing."
Jenny glanced down and for the first time she noticed that she was wearing one of those beautiful old fashioned dresses herself.
"How.. nevermind, I don't dance."
"Believe me, no one will care if you can't dance." Jenny glared at Tony who'd suddenly appeared on her other side.
"I can dance, I just don't feel like it."
"McRat, help me out here."
"I told you Tony, it's a mouse!"
"Whatever, just give me a hand would you."
Before she could protest they'd pushed her into the dancing crowd. Throwing one last glare in their direction (at least she thought it was their direction) she decided to give into the music. She spun from one mans' arms to the other, hearing a few things that were either love declarations or directions to some man's hotel room. Drugged by the excitement of the night and the roaring crowd around her she laughed it off and just spun into someone else's arms.
Finally the music changed in to a slower song, and she grabbed her current partner's arm firmly. A slow song was all her feet would be able to handle right now. Unfortunately her shoes just weren't that suitable for dancing, even if they looked amazing. For the first time she looked up at the man she was dancing with. His face hidden by some kind of fox-like mask. He was the only man she'd seen who wasn't dressed in some kind of flashy color. Besides his silver mask, his outfit was completely black. There were many details worked into his mask and for a moment she tried to follow ever single one of them in their swirls and lines across the fabric. That was, until one of the lines directed her toward his eyes. Stunning icy blue eyes. Eyes that were so very familiar.
She smirked, "Didn't expect to see you here."
"Someone had to protect you."
"What about your team? I though you'd ordered them to stay around."
He said nothing, and for a few moments they swayed together to the sound of the music. Neither noticing that the crowd around them had disappeared.
They stopped dancing and he raised his hands to her face, lifting the mask from her face. She stood there, stunned as he leaned in, his face mere inches away from hers.
A sudden shrill sound filled her ears. Creating a headache she probably wouldn't be able to get rid of the entire day. She groaned, pulling her pillow over her head.
"Why did I even agree to let you stay here?"
"Because you love me."
She glared from under her pillow and threw with her right hand another pillow at his head.
"Easy, you don't want me to choke on my dog whistle do you?"
From under the pillow a mumble-ing sound came that was very similar to "please do."
"What was that little sister?"
With an annoyed but sleepy face Jenny got up in to a sitting position.
"It's not a dog whistle. People our age can't hear those anymore. Now get out of my room Eddie!"
"Fine, fine. No need to get all PMS on me." EH slammed the door shut and another pillow slammed against the closed door. Jenny fell back on her bed. She felt like she was a teenager again. Ever since her divorced brother came to stay with her they had the same childish fights they'd had more than twenty years ago. He was supposed to be looking for an apartment and just stay for a little while.
That had been two months ago. Secretly she suspected that he liked torturing her like this. Well, if this self expression healed his wounded heart. She was glad to suffer from it.
From somewhere downstairs in the house she could hear cupboards being slammed shut and the smell of something wonderful filled her nose.
Jenny quickly got out of bed and put her night robe on.
He wasn't that bad of a cook either.