I forgot to say it in the first chapter but this story is dedicated to the lovely, talented VerityFrancisB who demanded some TIVA smut, which I can never quite manage without it becoming a love story of sorts.
As always I do not own NCIS or any part thereof.
Here for the Party
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Tony knocked again. He knew she was home; a sliver of light shown from under the door and he could hear music playing. Didn't sound like her usual music though which ran more to Hebrew rock, if that was the name for it. This sounded almost rockabilly or country rock. Hard to imagine Ziva liking any kind of country music, just not her style.
He could just make out the words if he leaned his ear against the door. A throaty female voice was singing with a southern drawl: "I'm here for the party and I ain't leavin' til I get me some."
He wasn't familiar with the singer but he certainly knew what she was talking about.
He kept his head on the door and yelled.
"ZEEE-VAAAH! Come on, I know you're in there. Open up."
Suddenly the door opened inward and he stumbled as he regained his balance.
"Well, it's about ti…"
He stopped. Ziva stood in front of him, one hand on the door, the other on her hip, giving him the evil eye but the evil eye wasn't why he stopped. She gave him the damned evil eye all the time. What stopped him was the way Ziva looked. He knew the everyday Ziva who worked by his side was good looking, sexy but he'd grown used to her. This Ziva was hot!
Her hair looked like she'd just gotten out of a well-used bed. Her lips were red as homemade sin and her eyes smoky. The pants she had on were so tight he didn't know how she'd sit down in them. Her deep red top fit like the sexiest bra available at Victoria's Secret. She had on high-heeled boots that made her three or so inches taller so she barely had to look up at him.
"What do you want, Tony?" she asked.
What did he want? He'd had a reason for coming here. God, she was hot, so friggin' hot!
"Tony?" she asked again.
"Uh, yeah… hey, Ziva," he said and smiled, being his most charming.
She did not smile back.
"What?" she said.
"Can I come in?"
"No," she said. "I am on my way out."
His smile got bigger. She must be going to a party dressed like this. Maybe he could wrangle an invite?
"Where you going, Zee-Vah?"
"Out, Tony. I am going out."
This was not going quite how he wanted it to. He needed to change his tactics.
"You got a date?"
She gave him a look; not the evil eye look but a look that said it was none of his business.
"No, not yet, but I intend to have one before the night is over."
He opened his mouth to speak before what she said sank in. Once it did, he closed his mouth. Had she just said she was going out looking to get laid? His smile went up about 1000 megawatts.
"Well, Ziva, I'm right here. Maybe we can go out together?"
She snorted.
"No thanks, Tony. "
She looked at him suspiciously.
"Aren't you supposed to be out with that bleached blonde with the extraordinarily large breasts? What happened? She stand you up?"
He felt himself blushing.
"Her grandmother died."
Ziva snorted again.
"Sorry, Tony. I don't plan on being anyone's second choice tonight. I will see you Monday."
She closed the door in his face.
He stood stunned, staring at the door. His phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the caller info.