OMG I dont wanna sound like a crappy writer, BUT i might have been daydreaming in one of my classes about the certain outcomes of different possibilities this could lead to, when i thought of this, and burst out laughing. Seeming as this is fourth term, my class is pretty un-weirded out but the random laughing now...which is kinda sad.
Hope you like it :D
Bring The Wine
Hearing the ding of the elevator go off, Abby turned around, to find Tony carrying a trolley full of Caf-Pow!
Oh my gosh, look at all that Caf-Pow! Abby thought to herself, crossing her ankles and biting her bottom lip absent-absentmindedly. No, we can't forgive him, not until his knees are sore from groveling.
'You are not forgiven, you may leave, but I will keep that Caf-Pow,' Abby said cruelly. She said it so meanly, that when she saw Tony's cringing face, she had to Gibbs-slap herself metally.
'Wow, Abby. That hurt, that hurt,' Tony said, with a weak half smile, walking out of Abby's lab with a Caf-Pow.
Abby weighed the options, and went with what came naturally. She threw herself at Tony, giving him a crushing hug which winded him, causing him to almost fall over as Abby lifted her feet off the ground.
Setting Abby down again, Tony looked up knowing what he had to do next. Lowering himself he began to kneel, when the was reminded about the massive bruises he had all the way up his legs, received from the crash which had only shown up today, the hard way. Biting back a groan of pain, he grabbed the nearest bench and hauled himself up with Abby's help of course.
'Oh my God! Tony!? What the hell happened to you!?' Abby rushed to wheel her desk chair over to Tony, letting him sit down as she went and got a Caf-Pow for both of them.
Tony went on to explained about what happened the previous night, the crash, and skipped the details on the sex, and told her about Ziva's present. Her forehead continually creasing with concern, Abby realized she hadn't said anything about what Tony did.
'Um Tony?' she interrupted. 'Do you realize that I am one of only a handful of people in the world that knows how to boil you inside out without leaving any forensic evidence?'
Sighing, having heard the threat so many times Tony just automatically said, 'Yes Abby, I'm sorry I love you.'
Smiling broadly, he assumed that Abby had forgiven him, and got up to leave. Almost at the elevator, he sensed someone behind him. Turning around he found Abby looking up at him, obviously wanting something.
'Oh, right. Sorry Abs,' Tony said kissing her forehead. Abby then smiled, and danced her way back into her lab, bouncing along to the music.
As soon as Tony arrived back to the bull-pen, Ziva stared at him as she always does, then stood up and left, just as Tony sat down behind his desk.
Looking over to find Gibbs on a coffee run, and McGee working rapidly on the computer, Tony had no choice but to throw a ball of paper at McGee's head.
Pretty much use to the assault of paper balls flying and ricocheting off his head with a ping, McGee barely doubted that Tony actually wanted something, apart from being able to annoy him endlessly, he continued with his work, barley noticing the second ball of paper hitting him. The eraser that was thrown at his head next, was seen to McGee as some sort of game Tony was playing, trying to see how hard the object was before he annoyed him so much that his head imploded.
The empty stapler that Tony supposedly purchased for Special Agent Lee, was the next thing thrown at McGee's head was what got his attention.
'Jesus Tony!? What was that for?' McGee asked picking up the stapler from the floor and walking it over to Ziva's table, where he knew Tony wouldn't be bothered to walk to.
'Finally. Where did Ziva go?'
'You couldn't have just asked me?'
Scoffing Tony replied, 'Pfft. Of course not, McHardhead.'
'Well, she didn't say, she just told me to get you to check your emails.'
'Thanks Probie,' said Tony, booting up his computer and waiting impatiently as the computer took longer than usual to open his emails. Aha, new mail, from Zee-vah, he thought smugly, opening the mail.
Tony,
I want you to meet me at The Prouges Cafe at 11:30am today. I have left now because I need to talk to Abby. I thought I should tell you all in one email, as I am not coming back to work, because technically, we have the day off.
Love yours,
Z
P.S. You better not have dinted Lee's old stapler.
Grinning, he quickly shut the mail, and began making a mental list of the things that he needed for Ziva.
'McGee, could you do me a favor...?'
Arriving at the cafe at the designated time, he walked in to find Ziva, sitting on one of the table behind the building, underneath an old oak tree, sipping at an iced coffee. And I thought I was early, Tony thought looking down at his watch, 11:23am.
He pulled out a chair for himself, and kissed Ziva on the lips, and sat back down, smiling. He set down his briefcase, and looked up to find Ziva looking at him eagerly.
'What is in the case?' her eyes flicking from the case to Tony, and back to the briefcase.
'I will show you soon, if you're good,' he said smartly.
'I thought you liked it when I wasn't good? Or will I be very good?' she said leaning over, so that Tony could see down her button down three quarter sleeved blouse.
To her surprise,he kept his gaze locked with hers, dark blue/green eyes looking into chocolate brown eyes.
Leaning forward on the table more, he reached to play with her hair, and whispered back, 'You are so good when you are very bad,' he said knowingly.
Someone cleared their throat near by, and the couple looked up to find a very pimply, awkward looking teenage boy, with a growing stretch to be seen beginning to standout wearing his black trousers.
'Can I help you?' Tony asked, not liking the way he was looking down Ziva's cleavage.
'Sorry,' he said not very apologetically, tearing his gaze from down Ziva's shirt, which made the phrase Oh, are these your eyes? I found them down my cleavage... pop to mind. 'Are you ready to order?' he said his voice breaking comically at the end of his sentence.
When Tony and Ziva's meal arrived, they ate in silence, eating their food, and almost always keeping eye contact.
Once the waiter cleared their plates away, Ziva looked at Tony in a way that made him wonder what she was really thinking as she looked up at him, drinking through a straw.
'Now Tony, I have been ever so good...' she prompted.
'Ahh yes. So what is in the mystery brief case you may ask?' he said reaching under the table and getting the case.
He opened it away from Ziva and handed her a somewhat lumpy wrapped package.
Looking pleasantly surprised, Ziva's thin and crafty fingers pulled apart the sticky tape, as Tony put on his signature sunglasses and shut the brief case.
Laughing softly, Ziva pulled out a new set of lingerie, and trying to be inconspicuous, she checked the label to find everything in her size.
Smirking, she looked over at Tony questionably, only to be answered with, 'To replace the ones I ripped,' and a shrug.
Looking back at the package, she found a garter, and in it, a small and irritating something, that was being attached by something under a piece of lace. Knowing how far she could go she started to pull the strings from the lace from their binding, until she looked up to find Tony looking at her from under his sunglasses, with amazment.
'Carry on sweetcheeks,' he said, obviously amused that she was so terribly close to ripping the garter to shreds to quench her curiosity.
Finally freeing the small obstruction, out fell a small pure silver chain link bracelet, on it attached a large heavy silver locket. Trying to pry the locket open, she came to no avail, and finally gave up, sensing that Tony was becoming bored.
She held out the bracelet and her wrist, and let her partner fasten it around her wrist. As soon as it was on, she felt like, without this bracelet, she would be naked, the locket was the perfect weight, and even though she wasn't one to wear jewelery, and was planning on putting this on her bed side table as soon as she got home, she had a feeling that this was a piece of jewelery she was never going to take off.
Leaning over she kissed Tony softly on his lips, and drew back to murmur against his mouth, 'I love it, them. I love you.'
'I love you too, and I love this on you,' he said holding his wrist.
'Hmmm, one thing though, what is in the locket Tony?'
'Cheque please?' he gestured to a passing waiter, not seeming to have heard her.
'Tony? The locket?' she asked again as they climbed into Tony's Mustang.
'All in good time sweetcheeks,' he said leering at her from under his glasses.
'Tony. If you value your sex life, you will stop undressing me with your eyes, and drive me home so you can just undress me.'
'Only if you want to, Ziva,' he said loving the way he said her name made her shiver.
Bored, and without anything to do, Abby sipped idly at her Caf-Pow, waiting for something to happen.
Just as Abby drank the last of her Caf-Pow, McGee walked into her lab bringing with him a new Caf-Pow and a coffee for himself.
Smiling sadly he handed over the Caf-Pow. Assuming that something was wrong, Abby gave McGee a spontaneous hug, which he eventually returned.
Feeling like he may need to breathe in the near future, he hugged Abby tightly and let her go. Taking a deep lungful of air, McGee took both of Abby's hands in his and looked into her eyes.
'Whats up McGee?' she asked, her voice full of concern.
'I have writers block,' he said sadly. 'Nothing seems to be inspiring me.'
Abby leant forward and kissed McGee square on the mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck as his arms encircled her waist.
'Does that inspire you?' she said against his lips.
Chuckling, he kissed her again, gently, and drew back, saying, 'Come over at 7, and maybe you can inspire me more,' he said raising an eyebrow.
'I will cook, you will bring wine,' he said, giving her a final hug, and leaving.
Feeling flustered and breathless from McGee's abrupt invite, she smirked and thought of the events yet to come that night.
No I am not mean, and yes you do love me and that is why i have saved all of the smex till the next chapter. Wait, did I just say that? Opps, I guess once you have reviewed and i have posted again, you will know. HA SUCK. Beware all whimps, this may get a little intense...
