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Mistletoe
The move is strategic; calculated - even for her.
Its purpose is clear, and her motives more so.
The two agents aren't oblivious to her intentions, for every year she places mistletoe in every door frame; every corner of her lab.
Her determination for their union does not go unobserved, but it goes wholly unacknowledged as they evade her watchful gaze and knowing looks, whenever they find themselves in the lab and in her presence.
Just as she thinks another year will go by, and with it another failed mission to bring them together, she stumbles onto an intimate scene out of sheer luck and chance.
It may just be her favorite Christmas Miracle yet.
Another case keeps the MCRT well after dusk falls over the Capitol. With a long night ahead of going through evidence she's already marked and processed, Abby leaves Ziva with a sympathetic smile and careful instructions on locking up the land of Labby.
She passes Tony as he steps out of the stairwell while she heads toward the side exit, barely acknowledging his presence as she fumbles with her bag in search of her keys, walking out of the building and toward the parking lot.
She's halfway to her hearse when she slows to a stop, sighing in resignation. There are many things in her bag; and her keys are not one of them. She turns around, backtracking the way she came, swiping her badge at the bolted door to enter the warm hall of the that leads to her lab.
"You do not have to wait for me. Gibbs asked me to stay, not you."
The soft voice causes her to stop feet before her lab, and she frowns, listening as a familiar, deeper voice responds.
"I don't mind. Besides, I've barely seen you today. I haven't even said hello."
A small laugh comes from Ziva.
"Hello, Tony."
She slowly treads down the hall, and as she reaches the ajar door, she peeks inside.
Ziva's leaning up, her face hidden by her partner's inclined head and his hand tunneling through her hair.
Abby watches, stunned, a wide smile creeping over her face as they kiss, breaking apart after more than several seconds.
Ziva's face appears now, and the smile that crosses her face is so warm and intimate, Abby feels herself blush and fights the urge to look away.
"What was that for?" Ziva murmurs up at him, bringing her hand up to Tony's nape.
Tony's hands travel down to her sides, to her hips. He looks above him with a smirk, and Ziva follows his gaze.
"Mistletoe." His voice low, he dips his head to capture her grin with his lips again.
"And because," He mumbles between one, two; three more short, breathless kisses. "I haven't said hello."
Abby backs away as their low laughter flows into the hall, quietly retreating in the direction of autopsy, where she knows the older Doctor still remains working.
She supposes, for the moment, she can wait for just a while longer.
There's no reason to foil a successful mission.