Once again, this story was written for the ever lovely VerityFrancisB!

Here for the Party

-3-

Ziva heard Tony's phone ring as she closed the door. She knew who it was before he even knocked again. She clenched her fists and said a very bad word in Hebrew. She opened the door and he held his phone up for her to see the name on the caller I.D. "Gibbs."

Tony answered, "Yeah, boss?"

He listened for a minute or two and then said, "Yeah, got it. I'll tell Ziva and McGee and meet you there."

"Sorry to spoil your night, Zee-Vah, but the Boss has a dead sailor and we gotta get to work. C'mon, you can ride with me."

Tony looked entirely too pleased with events while Ziva felt like kicking a hole in the wall but after a couple of deep breaths she regained control. At least enough control not to slap the irritating smile off DiNozzo's face.

"Why our team, Tony? We are not on call this weekend.'

Tony pushed his way in past her and walked around her living room.

"Burdette's team already has 2 cases going. It must be full moon or something. Anyway, you'd better get changed. Bossman wants us there A.S.A.P."

"Asap, Tony?"

"As soon as possible, Ziva. It's an acronym. You know, like S.N.A.F.U.?"

"Snafu?"

"Never mind. Get changed while I call McProbie."

Tony watched as she left the room, his eyes on the smooth expanse of honey-colored back exposed by her halter top. He heard McGee say "hello" but didn't say anything until he lost sight of Ziva in the dark recesses of her bedroom.

Ziva pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she went into her room and got her work boots out. She brought them back to where Tony was talking to McGee and picking up her backpack stuffed them inside. Then she got her holster and gun and stuck them on the waistband of her pants. She tugged at the waistband of her slacks which then rode extremely low on the side with the holster. Tony noted no sign of any panties. He'd better not be thinking about Ziva being pantyless…Gibbs' radar would be sure to pick up on it and the head slap would be even more painful than normal.

Ziva pulled on her NCIS hat and jacket zipping the jacket halfway and then looked expectantly at Tony.

"Ready," she said.

Tony noticed again her heavy makeup. The dark smoky look was definitely made for a girl with eyes like hers. And the dark lipstick made her lips eminently kissable.

"Tony, let's go. I do not want to be all night. I have things I need to do," she said loudly to him.

"Oh, yeah, right. Let's go," he said.

"I am driving my own car, Tony. "

"Why? Let's go together. More efficient. Save gas. Talk about the case."

"No. I am driving my own car so I can leave afterwards."

They argued about it all the way to their respective cars.

Ziva forced Tony to give her the crime scene address and then drove away in her tiny chick car while Tony sat by himself for a moment in his Mustang. What the hell was going on with her? She was acting funny. It almost seemed like she was mad at him but when she didn't threaten him with bodily harm it was hard for him to tell. He did know if she did get to go somewhere to party after they were through with Gibbs and his dead guy one Tony DiNozzo was going to be right there with her.

He started his car and followed Ziva's rapidly disappearing red tail lights singing the words to the song Ziva had been listening to: "…have a little fun, gonna get me some…"

S.N.A.F.U - An acronym for "situation normal all f***ed up." Invented I think by GIs during WW II.