To my wonderful reviewers:
Steph- Thanks! And, don't worry, I won't. :)
KrisShannon- Thank you! I love the 'team acting like a family' stories, too. :)
This will be a fairly short chapter (It's the Eve of Christmas Eve and I'll be wrapping presents all day) but the next ones should be longer. :)
Last line of Chapter One: "I feel like a donkey's butt."
Chapter Two-
"Did she just say-?" Jenny thought out loud. "Yep." "And she meant-?" "Yep." "Okay, then." Jenny turned back to Ziva, who was trying to sit up, despite the fact that she could barely move.
"Ziva, don't sit up, you're sick." "No." "You won't lay down or you're not sick?" "Not sick and not laying down." "You're sick." "Not sick." "Sick." Oblivious to Jen and Ziva, Gibbs walked away and sat down at Jenny's desk. "Not sick and not a baby." "Then stop acting like one." "I'm not sick. I am fine." "Jethro!" Jenny yelled, walking towards her desk. "She won't listen to me!" Ziva sat on the couch, a look of triumph on her face.
Just then, Abby came bursting through the doors.
"The kiddies don't like it when mommy and daddy fight!" Abby yelled. Tony headslapped Tim, who pointed at Ziva, who was now standing on top of the couch. "Um, Director Shepard, Boss, take a look at Ziva." Everyone turned their heads towards Ziva, who was now standing on top of the couch, staring blankly at Jenny.
"Ziva, get down, you're sick!" Jenny yelled.
"No."
"Ziver." Gibbs gave her the glare.
"Your glare doesn't work on me, Gibbs, and I'm not sick, Jennifer." That was all it took for Jenny to walk up to the couch and pull Ziva back down onto the couch. "Stay. Down." "No. I am fine." Tony just looked on, in awe. "She's gonna be in huge trouble with bossman and boss woman, when this is over."
"Ziva, stay!" Jenny grabbed her wrist. "You can't be up and moving around!" "I am fine." Suddenly, Ziva threw up, violently.
Tim looked concerned. "Are you sure-" "Quiet, Probie." Tony covered McGee's mouth.
Abby, of course, had videoed all of it.
Jenny had finally gotten Ziva to stay on the couch. She had stopped protesting, which worried her. Maybe she's just too tired. We ought to let her rest. "Abby, Tony, Agent McGee, would you mind going down to the lab and seeing what you can find to get us through the night, until the power comes back?" Tim nodded, and the three left the room.
"Sleep." Ziva mumbled, turning onto her side. Jenny rolled her eyes and pointed towards Gibbs, who was sitting in her chair. "Agent Gibbs, please get out of my seat." "You can cut the Director act, Jen." "You think my job is an act?" Jenny asked, mouth open. "Yeah, I do." Jenny glared at Gibbs, before charging off to her private bathroom. Gibbs sighed. Redheads.
Ziva was asleep on the couch, and the team was getting everything ready to stay the night. Abby walked up to the Director's office, Bert the hippo in hand. Everyone was sleeping in Jenny's office, because it had working lights.
There were three mattresses. Tim and Abby shared one, Tony had his own, and Jenny and Gibbs were sharing one. "I'm scared, Timmy." Abby snuggled closer to McGee, who had a protective arm around her. "Nothing to be afraid of, Abby."
Abby looked at Jen and Gibbs, who were looking awkward sharing a mattress. "Are the Director and Gibbs sharing a mattress?" Abby asked. "Yep." Tony answered. "Are you and McGoo sharing a mattress?" "Me and Timmy, yes." Abby smiled. "Tony, you have no one to share a mattress with. Back to Gibbs and the Director, maybe they'll hook up and make Jibblets."
"Jibblets?" Jenny asked. "Yeah, you know, you and the Director would make nice Jibblets, Gibbs!" Jenny rolled her eyes and turned out the light. "Goodnight, Abby."